The burly knight strode into the dining room, his dark green armor black in the light of the setting sun, his full beard covering his entire chin, and the sweat on his resolute face glistening in the sunlight. "Stan, Nerfi, I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Maurice, why are you here?" Stan was shocked and quickly stood up and stepped forward to greet the hero in his mind.

"I arrived here first on the orders of the High Lord of Sigmund to help Fadar resist the attack of the Dark Tide, the large army is moving too slowly, and I am afraid that by the time they reach the whole of Cumberland will no longer exist, so I will take the first step. Morris patted Stan's thick shoulder. "As soon as I arrived, I heard from the guards about your heroic deeds, Stan. “

Stan touches the back of his head in confusion. "That's an overblow, and it's a credit to all of Fadar. “

"You're still the same, Stan. Maurice laughed, then looked at the mage who was still sitting on the sidelines. "Nellfi, are you okay, you seem to have grown a lot, I'm sure you've helped Stan a lot along the way. “

"I ......," Nerfi stood up trembling. "Is it really you, Maurice?"

"Is that fake? of course it's me!" Morris's hearty voice echoed through every corner of the restaurant.

"But......" Nerfi shook her head slightly. "But you've died in Sarah's battle!"

"Sacrifice, me, how is this possible?" Morris asked Nerfi in a series of three questions.

Stan coughs. "In the battle we encountered in Sarah, you and the leader of the Darktide were wiped out to prevent the Doyle army from being wiped out. “

Morris looked at Stan quizzically. "Was it the fight for holy water? We all returned safely, we successfully defeated the dark tide and recaptured the holy water, although our losses were also great, but I did not die in battle. ”

"But...... I ...... with my own eyes," Nerfi also wanted to explain.

Stan grabs her arm. "I'm sorry Morris, we just wanted to test if you are the real Morris, the dark lord has awakened and anything can happen. ”

"Hmm...... All right. Morris looked down at Stan and Nerfi sharply. "But you two do have something unusual today. ”

"Just now the demon sneaked into the castle and attacked us, and we were really scared. Stan stepped aside and motioned for Morris to sit down.

Morris nodded and sat down slowly. "That's a bit of a reasonable statement. Then the Captain seemed to forget about it right away. "Why, Stan, why isn't there even wine on the table?" said Morris, shouting at the servant. "Bring you the best ale here, Furren has given permission. ”

The servants looked at each other, completely unsure of who the yelling knight was, and Stan smiled and said, "Just listen to him, Lord Lord's opinion." “

The whole dinner time became a time for Stan and Morris to catch up, and Nerfi sat quietly on the sidelines, carefully looking at the knight captain in front of him. Although she knew in her heart that he only existed in this world, the reality of the moment still made her ecstatic.

The dinner lasted for a long time, and the people who came to eat dispersed before the three of them. It wasn't until near midnight that Morris, tired from the journey and drunk a lot of wine, was helped back to his room by the servants early to rest, and the dining room was calm again. The servants had long since left, except for the table where Stan and Nerfi were, and the chandelier on the roof had been extinguished, leaving only the loose candlesticks on the walls and the one-horned candlesticks on the tables still burning.

Stan deliberately reduces the number of times he toasts, so he is still quite conscious. "It seems that this source of magic not only wants to kill us, but also has two hands ready to leave us here forever if it can't kill us. “

Nellfi didn't eat much food, and only now began to flip the kale tossed potatoes on his plate. "This trick is directed at me, it knows what Morris means to me, and if Morris is still alive in this world, then I have enough reason not to go back. ”

"But he's fake, it's a fiction of this world!" Stan raised his voice in a bit of a hurry, and then immediately looked around alertly, making sure that only the two of them were left in the entire restaurant before continuing. "Maurice is dead, Nerfi, you and I have seen it, he is dead in my arms, and your hands are red with his blood in order to heal him. ”

"This is true in our world, but here ......" Nerfi stopped his movements and looked up at the knight. "He is real, in this world he is not fictional, he is real, he is not dead here. Apparently there was a battle for holy water here as well, but unlike the one we experienced, maybe the dragon didn't show up, maybe he dodged the demon's fatal blow, but he survived. ”

"So what, Nerfi, this is not our world, we have to go back to our own world. Stan leans forward. "Our friends are waiting for us, Ferne, Ness, Ray, and many more. ”

"No, Stan, they're waiting for you, not me!" tears welled up in the girl's eyes. "I have no friends in that world, even in the Mage Tower, people are far away from me, only Maurice...... But he died. ”

"You're wrong, Nerfi, Fern they all care about you, you are our comrade-in-arms who lives and dies, how can we ignore you. Stan's face suddenly turns red. "And I, I swore to Maurice that I would always watch over you. ”

"If it weren't for the oath to Maurice, would you still be doing this to me like this?" two lines of sparkling glittered from the corners of Nerfi's eyes. "I know you all hate me, no matter what I do, no one will care!" said the girl, who suddenly stood up and ran out of the restaurant crying.

Stan also stands up and tries to catch up, but he doesn't know how to convince the girl, and Stan always feels like he doesn't have enough brains.

"If it was Ferne, he must have a way. Stan shook his head, and sat back in his seat, filling his glass again and drinking it down.

The candlelight flickered in the gloomy room, and Nerfi sat at the head of the bed, his eyes glazed. "What should I do? Morris is here, he's the only one who cares about me, should I stay here? wait! And Stan......"

The girl's mind was in a daze, and she didn't realize that in the dark corner of the room, where the candlelight could not shine, a whirlpool darker than ink appeared silently. The whirlpool grew larger and larger, reaching the height of a person, and the faint light around it seemed to be absorbed into it. A figure in a black cloak quietly stepped out of it, wearing a hood and holding a staff taller than himself. The darkness radiated from the figure, slowly reaching out to the lone girl.