The Third Age. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is Sun Town, an inconspicuous ordinary town in the easternmost part of the Tansfog continent, named after the first rays of sunlight that can reach the mainland.

Piles of wood, dry air, and littered dead leaves signal the approach of winter. At this time, on a high slope of the town, the steam of oak blacksmiths rose hot.

The old blacksmith Born expertly drew a red-hot longsword from the oven, took the hammer and began to modify the key parts of the longsword.

A day in Suntown begins with the tinkling of a blacksmith.

"Hey, hey!" a boy in his early fifteenth year, wearing a gray cloth hat with ears and ashes on his face, struck a sledgehammer earnestly on his red-hot sword. He was the only apprentice of the old blacksmith, and although he was young, he had already mastered the key techniques of blacksmithing.

"Aven, go and make the stove fire hotter!" the old blacksmith grumbled, rolling up his sleeves, "I get up every day... The thought of helping those bandits with weapons again... I... I'm not going to fight in this way!hmph!"

"It can't be helped. Evan pulled the bellows, "Our town is sandwiched between Noze and Tanatos, and no one wants to take care of it..."

"Maybe your parents were killed by this group of bandits, do you want revenge?" the old blacksmith shook the red-hot sword in his hand and grinned evilly, baring his blackened teeth.

"Revenge? I just want to earn more cartcoins (cattercoin, the unified currency of the Tansford continent)..."For Aven, who has no parents since he was a child, he doesn't even have a goal of revenge. In the absence of his loved ones, Evan has become independent, and he has a great dream, that is, to save enough money to go to the outside world to travel alone, such as the pilgrimage to the west of the continent, Silver Shield City, and the Serdia steppe in the north.

"Aven?" came the tavern's voice from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" said Aven, who lifted the curtain.

At the door stood a middle-aged woman with a little fat, her cloth gloves were dyed black, as if she had just finished farm work: "Go to my yard and take a look, that shovel has been bent by me, when you finish repairing it, come to the museum to find me, I will give you a tip." ”

Good. Aven happily picked up the mending box and ran in the direction of the tavern yard.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!" Evan bumped into someone!

I saw that the one who fell to the ground was a "young man" about the same age as Ai Wen—wearing dirty beige clothes, with a gray face, like a vagabond.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"What am I, I, don't get me up quickly!" The homeless man saw that Evan was still lying on top of him, and his backhand was a slap.

"Ouch, you—" Evan covered his face and jumped in pain.

"What are you! You hit me! You're still reasonable!" this time Evan heard clearly, it was a girl's voice.

"Your daughter..."

"What is the matter!" The girl glared at Evan fiercely, turned and ran away.

"What the hell is going on today...", Evan coughed dryly, rubbed his swollen face and began to clean up the tools scattered on the ground.

......

In the tavern.

Since it was early in the morning, except for the drunken drunks in the tavern, there were only a few bounty hunters sitting around the bar, full of alcohol, bragging and talking about meat jokes. These bounty hunters, on the other hand, were idle all day long, and their ratings were just downgraded by the club a few days ago.

"Boss, I fixed the shovel in your yard. Evan took the repair box he had with him and sat down in the shop.

"Yo, isn't this the little devil of the old blacksmith's house!" The drunkard next to him came over with a crumbling flask, and the hangover looked like a crazy old man locked up in the monastery, "Would you like a drink? for the poor old blacksmith~"

"I don't drink, thank you!" Evan pursed his lips and politely replied, like this kind of hangover drunkard, you must not talk to him anymore, especially with him.

"If you finish this whole pot, how about I'll give you twenty carts?"

"This—" Evan was a little moved, but he definitely couldn't forget the last beer conference, when he hugged a big tree and learned to crow after drinking half a pot of wine, which kept him from looking up in Sun Town for weeks.

"I'll drink!" The girl who was hit just now appeared out of nowhere, sat down next to Evan unceremoniously, and looked at the red-nosed drunkard on the other side with a little demonstrativeness, "What's the matter, I can't finish drinking, I'll give you twenty cart coins!"

"Haha... Where did you come from, little beggar, how come I haven't seen you... But I'm glad to accept your proposal!" "Red Nose stroked his dirty hair, and secretly thought to himself: Hehe, this wine is produced in the north, rich and mellow, extremely spicy, and it will take a while to slow down after drinking a pot by yourself, let alone the little kid in front of him who has not grown all his hair.

"Bring it!" the girl snatched the flask and poured it down, and drank it without taking a breath, looking at the red nose and Evan in a daze.

"Where's the cartcoin you said?" the girl tossed the empty pot back, smacking her fingers and making a gesture asking for money.

"You little brat, you're not very old, but you drink a lot!" a big fat man at the next table sat down and threw a bag of money on the table with a snap.

The fat man was notoriously the number one drunkard in town, and his hippopotamus-like waist was big enough to fit five Aven.

"Let's drink and see who falls first, and if I lose, this whole bag of carts will be yours!" said Big Fat defiantly.

Evan was secretly happy, and took the initiative to roll two large barrels of wine over, and then looked at the girl with malicious intent.

This time, I can finally see others make a fool of myself!

"Come on, why should I be afraid of you!" the girl grimaced, and without saying a word, she raised the barrel more than half a meter long, and poured it with her head up, full of courage.

"Hmph!" Big Fat was slightly surprised, but still smiled contemptuously and followed.

At this time, the bounty hunters in front of the bar and the drunken drunkards around noticed the situation and gathered around to start heckling.

In this way, you drank a bucket and I drank for half an hour in a row, and the big fat man couldn't resist it, and a white eye collapsed to the ground, her head tilted, unconscious! But the girl continued to pour wine into her mouth like a nobody, and while pouring it back, she looked at the big fat on the ground, and said, "You are going to fall?" caused everyone to exclaim.

"You... Are you still human!" Aven's eyes widened, looking at the girl in disbelief.

"I'm not human, am I still a ghost!" the girl put down the barrel, put her hands on her waist, and glared at Evan with an unhappy expression.

"Assemble! Get me out!" ordered the door of the tavern, which was suddenly kicked open, and a bald head with a leather whip and three gold rings stood in front of the tavern. Soon, everyone in the store was driven out except for the few bounty hunters.

"Quick... Give it to me... I'll... Get out of here!" a stammering man not far away ran over with a couple of men dressed as soldiers, and drove the inhabitants from house to house to the center of the town.

In the middle of the town, a middle-aged man with dark skin, a cloak, and gold and silver jewelry stood quietly by the dry well. The townspeople had gathered here, and the mayor of the town, led by a man in his seventies, was on crutches, hunched over, trembling with each step, and quite weak.

"Dear Lord Marcas. The mayor greeted with a shudder.

"It's General Marcus! you oblivious old man!" said the bald head, scolding viciously.

"Yes, you should call me a general! it's the rule!" Marcus said, raising his chin and speaking decently, as he naturally took off a gold ring from his bald finger and put it on his own. Now he has three of them, and he has two bald heads, and he feels very satisfied.

What a general, in fact, is a nest of robbers. Thinking of this, Ai Wen pouted a little disdainfully, the residents of the town had gone to the border city of Noze in the south to ask for help several times, but they were all refused, and the outer city of Tanatos in the north was mostly mercenaries, and there was no large amount of commission, so they could not be called at all.

"Today, I came here to announce something!" Marcas smiled and looked around at this small town in the east with less than a hundred people, "From this year onwards, at this time of year, I will not only come to collect weapons and food, but also to recruit new soldiers!"