In the dream, the dark red sky was covered with thick inky clouds, and bright purple gold lightning shuttled through the gray clouds with a loud rumbling sound. A pale comet with a long tail running round and round in the air, never tireless.

Barrett walked barefoot in the endless desert, the yellow sand under his feet stinging the soles of his feet like icy water. The barbarian lowered his head and looked at the protruding soles of his feet, feeling a little puzzled.

What about my dragon leather boots? the boots made of the pseudo-dragon skin I slaughtered, which were supposed to sit at my feet in good shape, but now the boots that fit are gone.

Before Barrett could figure out where his boots had gone, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

The barbarian looked back and saw a dwarf with a beard on his face and a discernible face walking towards him. Like the ogre Moglock, the dwarf also wears a pale blue full-body armor and carries a giant shield in the shape of a kis that is about the same height as Barrit.

"My father told me that if I could hold a big shield in battle, I would give all my enemies a headache. The dwarf said as he walked over to Barrett's side.

"It's going to rain. The dwarf continued, "We need to find a shelter from the rain. He put his right hand on his forehead and looked into the distance, which was particularly comical in line with his size and the huge irise-shaped shield that hung horizontally behind his back.

What is his name?, Barrett thought to himself, looking down at the familiar dwarf. A name popped into his mind out of the blue—Ghosn Burner.

"Ghosn?" Barrett exclaimed, frowning. He found that his voice was indistinct and ethereal, as if it was not coming from his throat, but from the distant horizon.

"What's the matter?" the dwarf looked up with difficulty, "if you could crouch down, I think our conversation would be more pleasant." Of course, it would be better if you could lie on the ground, it would be good for you and me. ”

Compared to Barrett, the dwarf's voice was clear and loud, masking the roar of lightning in the sky.

"Are you Ghosn?" Barrett asked again, confused, "aren't you missing?"

"Missing?" the dwarf laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. But after laughing, he nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, I'm missing, but it's just a trivial matter." "But before we can talk about it, we need to find a place to shelter from the rain, and I don't want to travel wet." Although the people of the stove family never get sick from the rain, it is not a comfortable thing after all. ”

When the dwarf had finished speaking, he passed Barrett and continued on his way. His steps were firm and powerful, and his steel boots left footprints on the yellow sand.

"Hurry?" Barrett shouted ahead, "where are we going?"

The dwarf looked back, his face blurry with no expression in his face, but Barrett still felt the confusion in the bushy beard, "Have you forgotten? Aren't we going to help you find a woman?"

Help me find a woman?,Barriet became more and more confused, "Why do you want to help me find a woman?Who is that woman??What does it have to do with me?" He asked a series of questions.

The dwarf shrugged his shoulders, "That's for yourself." He turned around and walked on, farther and farther away from Barritt, but the voice still seemed to be in his ears, "Ask yourself." The dwarf repeated in a loud voice.

Damn, I need to ask you if I want to know?, Barrett felt a little irritated for no reason. The doubt in his heart made him ignore the cold under his feet, and he took a few strides in stride, and his physical advantage allowed him to catch up with the dwarf with ease.

"What kind of woman?" Barrett asked again. The strange sound coming out of his mouth made him uncomfortable, and he coughed vigorously a few times, only to find that his throat and mouth were as dry as the endless yellow sand in front of him.

He looked at the horizon, and the red sky and the yellow gravel intersected, and there seemed to be some strange black dots jumping on the line. Barrett rubbed her eyes, only to find that the black spots were gone.

"I don't know what kind of woman she is. The dwarf scratched his messy hair, and a loud voice interrupted Barrett's thoughts. "You've talked about her to me a lot, though, hehe. ”

The short man smiled lewdly at the brute, and Barrett didn't really see the smile in the blurry, indistinguishable face, but he felt that it should be a very lewd smile.

"What did I say?" he asked.

"You say she is a young woman with burgundy hair, then you say she is a middle-aged woman who lives in a desert kingdom, you say her cheeks are full of youthful freckles, and then you say that the corners of her eyes are full of wrinkles of age. But whether she is a young girl in her prime or a half-aged who still has charm, she is a woman full of personality. A woman of personality!" the dwarf repeated again, "a woman who doesn't need you to get by." That's what you said to me anyway. ”

Is that what I said? Barrett was skeptical. No way, I don't have the mouth of a bard like a lark.

He looked at the dwarf named "Ghosn" with the eyes of a madman, and couldn't help but suspect that there was something wrong with the brains of this heavily armed little tin can.

"Don't talk about that, let's go quickly, the tree in front of us should give us shelter from the rain. The dwarf said, pointing into the distance.

Barrett looked in the direction the dwarf was pointing, and saw a dense fir tree standing alone on a sand dune in the distance.

The fir tree was so tall that its thick trunk jutted straight into the sky, and its lush canopy even pierced through the inky clouds.

Didn't I notice such a big tree before?, Barrett was once again in deep doubt, but he still followed the dwarf forward.

The fir tree seemed far away, as if it were on the horizon, but Barrett and Barrett didn't have long to reach the foot of the tree.

When Barrett got closer, he found that the thick trunk of the fir tree resembled the walls of the Misty Castle, and if he wanted to go around it completely, it would take at least one meal. The dark gray-brown bark of the fir tree is covered with golden lines, and there seem to be some patterns printed in those shining lines.

Barrett walked in and found that the golden lines were actually made up of pure gold coins. Each coin was stamped with the king's head, which he made cursory:

The bald head with the crown of red tearstones, the forehead full of tattoos, and a circle of heather flowers around him is the founding king of the Nord, Ragnar I, wearing the griffin crown on his head, with a day and a month on the left and right sides of the head, he is the most famous king of the griffin kingdom, the 'king of the moon and the sun' who has only been on the throne for one day but is deeply loved by the people, Augsg IV, wearing a purple and gold crown with clouds and light around the head, and an expression that is incredible, he is the founding king of the holy kingdom of Araso, Tho I. The founding king stipulated that only his head was allowed for gold coins in the Holy Araso Kingdom, and none of his descendants had the right to have their head printed on the coins.

There are many types of gold coins, as well as kings' heads, and Barrett can only tell a small number of them. He reached out and stroked the glittering gold coins along the lines, wondering if he could pick them off a little.

"Do what you want, don't care what I think. The dwarf stood at Barret's feet, looking up at him.

"Who the cares what you think. Barrett said with some exasperation. "If it weren't for the fact that this tree was too big, I could even cut down the entire tree and take it away!"

After he finished speaking, he vigorously pulled the gold coins one by one with both hands. But the coins seemed to be cast on a tree, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake them.

"Damn!" the brute shouted angrily, slamming his fist into the fir tree with his right hand. The tree didn't move, but a point of light fell from the top.

The point of light flipped and fell in front of Barritt, who frowned and bent down to pick it up.

The point of light in Barrett's palm was an ordinary gold coin, but the portrait of the head printed on the front of the coin sounded familiar to him—a freckled woman in a low-cut dress and a crown of thorns. Next to his head stood a gallows full of slings, apparently not a king known for his benevolence.

"Is there any country that has ever had a female king?" Barrett thought to himself, looking at the gold coin in his hand.

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