"A legend about a girl? There's no better bedtime story than this. Old Will's cheerful tone came from the hazy darkness, "If I were one hundred and fifty years younger, no, even a hundred years old, maybe I would have lost sleep with excitement because of this legend." ”

Barrett wondered why the middle-aged old mage had not sat by the campfire, but by the fir tree, a little further away from the crowd. But he didn't have the slightest doubt about it, and our Nord barbarians managed their curiosity well.

"The Bay of Pigs has no shortage of bizarre legends and rumors, and 'Nora the Eyeless' is just one of them. "Legend has it that Nora is a lovely boy in a tent of thorns in Bay of Pigs. ”

"Why do you call *** 'cute'?" the half-elf was a little puzzled, "out of politeness?"

"Politeness, ha, I gotta say it's funny!" Barrett really laughed, involuntarily. It was the first time he'd heard that people in Bay of Pigs would have such a thing as 'politeness'.

"A despicable liar may be polite, a filthy beggar may be polite, and even a lowly goblin may say a 'please' in a half-baked lingua franca, but the adventurers of Bay of Pigs never will. When they talk to you, they don't talk about the women of your kin, which is considered to be respectful of you. "Sure, they'll keep their mouths shut in front of a mage, but don't expect them to be polite to a ***." ”

And that doesn't include me, the brute thought to himself. He considers himself a polite person, for anyone.

"Adventurer, this is normal. The half-elf wasn't surprised. "Then why do you call it that?"

"It is a tradition in the Bay of Pigs to say that *** is 'cute', and there is a rather interesting story about the origin of this tradition. It's a true story, not a legend. Are you sure you want to listen first......" Barrett paused suddenly, then continued, "Listen to this first?"

He suddenly found himself a little more talkative than before, and he was not in the mood to talk about such non-adventurous and non-trivial things during his adventures, or even gossip like this.

He will focus on his surroundings, communicate with other adventurers about the next route and plan, teach some skills and experience to newcomers, and even if he has a good harvest, he will not be distracted in the slightest, because the way back is more dangerous.

But the people in 'nasty fiction' are no ordinary adventurers, Barrett can tell. The gnome's perception was even stronger than his own, and the Ogre Constellation's moving fortress was as impregnable, not to mention that there was a mage in the team, which couldn't help but relax Barrit's nerves that had been tense during the adventure.

Although Old Will is a wandering mage, and his robe does not indicate his rank like the mages of the association, he has also studied in the Magic Association, and his strength should be undoubted.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and not all mages like to stay under the rules of the Magic Society.

"Listen to 'Nora without eyes' first. The half-elf said. "It's still a long night, and we can each talk about one. ”

Barrett looked at the campfire and recounted the legend, "About Nora, according to legend, this girl was blind in both eyes due to an accident when she was very young, and her father was an alcoholic who often beat and scolded Nora and her mother when he was drunk. Eventually, Nora's mother left alone because she couldn't bear it, leaving Nora alone with her alcoholic father. But this did not make the girl complain, it was an optimistic and kind girl. Barrett said slowly, "But life doesn't favor the good people more."

"Especially if you have an alcoholic father. The half-elf interjected. "The drunkard who appears in the story always looks like a villain, never exceptions, never! sorry, you continue to ......"

Barrett gave Estelle an angry look, "A merchant, a merchant who buys and sells to make the difference, bought Nora from her father with a barrel of rye beer, and the price of that barrel is not even worth half a gold coin. If the merchant wanted Nora to be his wife, the legend would not have been passed down among the adventurers. Not surprisingly, the Merchant, though he was nice to Nora, would treat her as a commodity. The merchant took her in a carriage to the Bay of Pigs, and Nora was in the carriage, groping her head out of the window, letting her long golden hair dance in the wind, and she hummed softly, in a soft, sad tone:

'I want to weave a beautiful woolen carpet;

The color should be bluer than a clear sky;

Meek lamb, grow up quickly,

When the carpet is woven, I can pour out my heart;

A man should be wary of understanding the meanness of the world,

But before my eyes, there was only a thick night;

The rose bush cut my heart,

There is a little sadness but also a little joy;

If, if there really is an afterlife,

I just want to be a bug firefly,

In the darkness without light,

Bring a little light to yourself......'"

Accompanied by the song, the merchant lets Nora into the Thorn Tent in Bay of Pigs. Barrett continued, "Weak things sometimes arouse a desire to protect, and other times they provoke a deep inner tyranny. The merchant is very smart, and he uses Nora's blindness as a novelty selling point, allowing adventurers to unleash the devil in their hearts......"

"There are several versions of the legend," he said, "and each one has a different story of Nora's ravage. In fact, it is precisely because of these episodes that the legend can be circulated. ”

"If you don't know how to talk about it, we can skip this paragraph. Old Will's voice came from the darkness.

Barrett coughed, relieved of the awkwardness, and continued, "Over time, Nora has earned the merchant hundreds of times the price she paid when she was sold, while she herself is dying from her long ravage. The merchant paid off handsomely on his investment, and left with a load of gold, leaving Nora alone in the dark gray tent to be cared for by the other lovely children......"

"Death can sometimes be a relief. As she lay dying, Nora suddenly stepped out of the thorn tent alone. Thorns cut her pale skin, and the bright red blood flowed uncontrollably. She staggered forward in the Bay of Pigs, and everyone looked at her in surprise, but no one wanted to step forward to help. Whether it's a weak heart or a sense of guilt, no one can say clearly. ”

"Until, Nora met a high-ranking mage who came to the Bay of Pigs by chance. Barrett paused again, as if reminiscing, "The original version of the legend says that Nora met a legendary mage, but then people thought that the noble and powerful legendary mage could not come to the Bay of Pigs, so they changed it to a high-level mage. Anyway, she met a mage. ”

"The mage asked Nora, 'What do you want, revenge on your father, the merchant, or the people who have ravaged you?'......"

"Wait, how did he know that, I mean the mage, he inquired about it beforehand?" the half-elf asked.

"How do I know, that's what the legend says. Barrett spread out his hands, looking like he didn't listen. He didn't like the feeling of being interrupted repeatedly while telling a story.

The half-elf shrugged his shoulders and gave an apologetic expression.

The mage's words surprised the adventurers of Bay of Pigs, but no one dared to step forward to tell half of the sentence. Barrett continued, "Nora's gaze was weak and calm as she looked into nothingness, and she whispered to the mage, 'Those people, sometimes say to me things around them, it seems that there is a place called the Misty Forest, which has devoured their friends, relatives, and even themselves. Those who have lost their souls will cry while venting, sad and hesitant. That's when I thought how nice it would be if there wasn't the Misty Forest......' ”

The brute touched the stubble that had just grown on his head and sighed, "Since then, there has been an additional kind of insect in the Misty Forest with a golden head and a dark gray carapace on its body, but no eyes......"

When the story is told, silence ensues.

After a while, Estelle pouted gracefully, "If it hadn't been circulated among adventurers, it would have had another ending." ”

The end of revenge?, Barrett added in his mind, but didn't say it.

He watched as the dwarf lowered the beetle back to the ground, allowing her to fumble and disappear into the darkness.

......