[After fierce battles and long treks, the 'Intruder' adventure team finally arrived at a human gathering place where they could rest......]

"Did you hear that?" Barrett said tentatively to the herbalist next to him.

"Hear what?" Sean's face was bewildered.

"A strange sound, like someone talking?" the brute looked up at the sky.

"Talking?" Sean said, following his example, "I'm sorry, but I only heard a beautiful singing voice. He pointed to Felix, the bard, behind them.

Felix was half-singing and half-narrating, telling a story about the 'candy house' to the little ghosts around him.

The little ghost listened attentively, his eyes widened, and the expression on his little face was sometimes nervous, sometimes relaxed, and from time to time he made movements to swallow saliva.

"If I had killed that bad witch, I wouldn't have chosen to leave!" Barrett said excitedly when she heard the little ghost, "because the whole candy house was already mine then! I'm going to sleep in lemon cake, rainbow jelly for breakfast, chocolate candy and snowy chestnuts for lunch, candied fruit and strawberry cream cake for dinner!" she said wistfully.

"Don't you want lemon cake? don't you like this the most?" asked the bard, curious. It can be seen that the two of them talk a lot.

"I'm going to keep the lemon cake. I'll eat it again when I've eaten the whole house!" said the little ghost in all seriousness.

"Do you have to save the best for last?" said the bard, "but I like to enjoy it first!" said the bard.

After arguing over whether the good stuff should be eaten first or later, the little ghost floated up to Theodore Shinkin and asked the little mage, "Are witches also mages?"

"Witch? huh...... , can't say yes, but can't say no. The little mage patiently explained, "Witches are a profession that existed thousands of years ago, and although they are also like mages, they can cast magic through magic, but in different ways. Witches are not systematic, and after the goddess of magic has built a magic web, this profession has been eliminated. Along with them was a wizard, and I heard that a wizard can only cast a spell after catching a strange goblin, hum, this is simply a shame for the spell profession!"

"So, will you make a candy house, Grandpa Whitebeard?" asked the little ghost.

"I said, don't call me grandpa, I'm still in the prime of life!" said the dwarf mage dissatisfiedly, "Remember, little girl, magic can do anything, and it is certainly not a problem to make a candy house." Once I have a sub-tower of that magic tower, it doesn't matter how big the candy house you want. Just, can you eat it after I make it?"

When the little ghost heard the gnome mage's question, his expression suddenly froze for a moment, and then returned to normal, "Oh, yes, Eve is already an undead and can't eat cake." Heck, I always forget that. She stuck out her tongue and laughed, her well-behaved expression distressing......

The magnetic male voice was still ringing in the sky at this time, [In this human gathering place, adventurers can repair equipment, replenish supplies, relieve fatigue, and carry out the next adventure in a more complete state. Notably, adventurers can also talk to the people in the gathering place to gather useful information about Asha's Tears, or help them solve tricky puzzles to obtain useful items for their subsequent adventures. 】

Barrett listened carefully to the content while whispering to the parrot on his shoulder from time to time, "It seems that this inexplicable voice can only be heard by a few of us." ”

"It seems so. "This suggests that the voice is probably not a real voice, but is directly instilled in our heads." Of course, this is just a speculation, and maybe we are still lying unconscious in that magic tower, with only our souls and consciousness wandering in illusion. ”

Only souls? Barrett didn't want that. He trusts his body more than the soul.

Sean couldn't help but be a little worried when he saw Barritt frowning with a serious face, "What's wrong? Did you hear some strange noise? Are those monsters coming after you?"

"No, nothing. Barrett shook his head, "There's no monster chasing after me, I'm just asking." Even if a monster appears, we'll destroy it, don't worry. ”

"Let's take a few quick steps, and we'll be fine once we're in the village. Sean said with some trepidation, "The monsters don't dare to come in." ”

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'Greenwick' is an ordinary small village with a small area and can be seen at a glance. Most of the houses in the village are private, and you can occasionally see some corrals and warehouses. The wooden houses are a bit old, and there are even a few mud buildings with straw roofs.

Sean is very popular in the village, and from time to time some villagers will have a simple greeting with him. Of course, more people are interested in Barrett and others.

Those who carried clay pots to the river to fetch water, those who returned from the fields with farm tools, those who carried turnips and pumpkins in their hands, those who carried cloth baskets, and those who led cattle strolled forward, looked Barrett and his party up and down with curiosity. But it was just a polite look, and he didn't come forward to interrogate him too much.

It is worth mentioning that the dwarf mage said that he vaguely remembered that the word 'Vic' had the meaning of 'map, territory' in the ancient lingua franca, and 'Grimm' had the meaning of 'initial, first'......

Sean's home was not far from the entrance of the village, and when Barrett and the others arrived, they saw a gentle and beautiful woman, sitting under a dense plum tree, combing two sheep with a large wooden comb.

The wool that had fallen and combed was gathered in a small pile at the woman's feet, and from time to time the woman would press her hand on the pile to prevent it from fluttering in the wind.

Next to the sheep was a little boy about eight or nine years old. The boy squatted on the ground, holding a handful of grass in his hand, and was somewhat bored playing with the sheep.

Sean's return surprises women and boys. Our herbalist ran over and hugged his wife tightly, then kissed him affectionately in front of everyone, a sight that was a real embarrassment to everyone except Sean, including the red-faced, bewildered woman in his arms.

It's a pity for the bread maker, Barrett sneered in her heart.

After briefly recounting what had happened to the family, Sean turned to Barrett and said, "I'm going to help Yuna prepare our dinner, but my son Andy will take you to the village chief's house, so that when you return, delicious food will be waiting for you on the table." I'm not boasting, my wife's cooking skills are like my herbalism, and they can be called quite good!"

On the way to the village chief's house, the little boy Andy kept peeking at the little ghost, but whenever Eve smiled at him, he quickly turned his face away and refused to speak.

After a while, he turned his attention back to Phyllis on Barrett's shoulder.

"Is the bird on your shoulder a crow?" asked Andy at Barrett.

"No, I'm a parrot. Phyllis spoke, startling the little boy.

"This bird can talk!!" Andy's eyes widened.

"Because I'm a parrot," Phyllis repeated, "don't you know? Don't you know crows and parrots?"

The little boy shook his head blankly, "So, do you eat eyeballs?"

"No, I told you, I'm a parrot, and parrots don't eat eyeballs, only cereals and berries!!" Phyllis said helplessly, "Why do you ask this?"

"Because the chief of the village once said that one of his eyes was blinded by a bird called a crow. The boy said, "So, I'm afraid he'll be angry when he sees you." ”

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with crows. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

The little boy led the group to an inconspicuous ordinary house, reached out and knocked on the door, "Uncle Derick, are you there?"

After four heartbeats, the door opened, and a one-eyed, thin old man appeared in front of everyone. The old man looked around at everyone outside the door, and finally focused his gaze on the tall Barrett.

"You're also here to find Asha's Tears?" the village chief asked.

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