The man standing in the doorway was dressed in full armor and chain mail, his back straight, and the incarnation of the Rosenkavalier was branded on his chest. Many of the guests in the inn turned to stare at him, talking.

This man is a Sorenian knight, however, the Sorenian knights of the north have a bad reputation, and rumors of their murder have even spread to the southern continent.

A few people who recognized Stone were customers of Willow's former residents and turned around to drink their alcohol, while others who didn't know continued to stare at him. It was unusual to see a heavily armed knight enter an inn during such a peaceful period, not to mention that his armor looked like an antiquity from the Cataclysm!

Stone was as natural as a knight attending a knighthood. He carefully troughed his beard—one of the symbols of the knights of Sorenia since ancient times—though it was as anachronistic as his armor today.

He bears the title of Knight of Solania with great pride, and certainly has enough skill and swordsmanship to defend it.

Although the people in the inn stared silently, after meeting the knight's cold, confident eyes, no one dared to make a rude criticism.

The knight opened the door for another tall man behind him and another woman wrapped in a heavy fur coat. The woman must have thanked Shi Dong, for the knight was bowing to her in return with an ancient ritual that had long been forgotten by the civilized world.

"Look!" Calamon shook his head in admiration. "Once again, the glorious knight reached out to the beautiful princess. God knows where he got these two guys?"

"They are the savages of the Great Plains. Wade said. He stood on a chair and waved to his friend. "They are dressed in the costume of the Quissu people. ”

Apparently, the two outsiders refused Stone's further help, as the knight bowed his head again and turned away. He made his way through the crowd with a striking haught, like a knight about to walk to the throne to receive his canonization.

Robert stood up, and Stone was the first to walk up to him, wrapping his arms around him. Robert also hugged enthusiastically, and vaguely felt that the knight's thick arms were also embracing him excitedly. Then the two took a step back and looked at each other.

Stone hasn't changed at all, Robert thought. Except for a few more wrinkles in the corners of his sad eyes, more frost in his brown hair, more wear and tear on his cloak, and a few more stains on his ancient armor.

But the knight's flying beard—all his pride and joy—still flowed, his shield still polished, and his brown eyes still glowed with warmth at the sight of his old friend.

"You've got a beard," Stone said in an interested tone.

The knight then turned to greet Calamon and Hubble, Wade went to order more ale, and Lena had to serve the other customers.

"Hello, Mr. Knight. "From around the corner, the voice of Rodrith came from.

When Stone turned to his younger brother in the twins to say hello, his face sank. "Rodrith?"

The mage pushed his hood off and let the light shine on his face. Stone's well-trained training allowed him to suppress all his surprise, and only showed a little uneasiness, but he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Robert realized that the young mage was getting much morbid pleasure from his friend's restless look.

"Can I order something for you, Rodrith?" Robert asked.

"No, thanks. The mage replied, and he retreated into the corner again.

"He barely eats. Calamon worried, "I think he might be living on air." ”

"Hahaha. The crowd burst into merry laughter.

"Some plants really live on air," Wade said as he toasted Stone with a glass of wine, "I've seen it."

They float in the air and use their roots to draw water and nutrients from the air. ”

"Really?" Calamon's eyes widened.

"I really can't tell which of you two is stupid," said Hubble impatiently, "all right! Any news on this?"

"All?" Ston looked at Robert questioningly. "Where's Chitila?"

"She can't come. Robert replied briefly. "We were expecting you to tell us more!"

"I don't know. The knight frowned, "We traveled north together, and when we were about to reach Old Sorenia, we parted ways. She said she was going to seek refuge with her distant relatives. It was the last time I heard about her. ”

"I guess that's all there is to it. Robert sighed. "Stone, where are your relatives? Have you found your father?"

Stone begins to tell the story of his journey to Solania, but Robert is not attentive, and his heart hangs on Chitilla. Of all his friends, she was the one he most longed to see.

After five years of trying to forget about her beautiful dark eyes and slightly mocking smile, he found that he missed her more and more. Wild, energetic, and irascible – this female swordsman has all the qualities that Robert doesn't have.

She is a human, and the love between elves and humans can mostly end in tragedy.

But just as Robert couldn't deny that he had human blood, he couldn't banish Chitila from his heart. His mind was filled with chaotic memories, and he tried to listen carefully to Stone Stone's story.

"I've heard a lot of rumors that my father is dead and others who say he's alive. His face darkened. But no one knew his whereabouts. ”

"And what about your inheritance?" Calamon asked teasingly.

Stone smiled, and this smile made the lines of his proud face much easier. "Wear it on me now. He replied simply. "My weapons and my armor symbolize my inheritance. ”

Robert looked down and saw the knight wearing an ancient, but still sharp, two-handed greatsword.

Callamon stood up and examined the sword. "That's good," he said, "and there is no such level of craftsmanship in today's weapons." My sword has broken since the last time I fought an troll.

Tyrus Eonfield helped me rebuild one today, but it cost me a lot of money. Looks like you're a knight now, huh?"

For some reason, Stone's smile suddenly vanished, as if deaf to the question, and he stroked the hilt of his sword with pity. "It is said that this sword will only be destroyed when I fall," he said, "and this is the only relic my father left me—"

Wade, who hadn't been listening at all, suddenly interrupted their conversation, "Who are these people?" he asked his companion in a sharp tone.

Robert looked up to see the two savages passing them and walking towards the two chairs beside the fire. The man was probably the tallest man he had ever seen, and the six-foot-tall Calamon could only reach his shoulders when he stood up, but Calamon was about twice as wide as he was, and his arms were much thicker.

"Good fellow!" Robert couldn't help but exclaim, the other party's size and height were too disproportionate.

Although wrapped in the heavy fur worn by the Plains tribes, it was still evident that his figure was very thin.

His face was dark, but he could faintly perceive a paleness on his face from a serious illness or years of exertion.