August 20, 1070 arader

For the time being, Almoulet and I are still in the Duchy of Belmar, and perhaps for some time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info What do I say? I'll have to wait until all the uncertainties are resolved. We had to stay here on the orders of the principality's ministers, because the war was still going on, and the Delos Empire and the Duchy of Belmar had been at war for nearly eighty years. To be honest, it's frustrating to have someone else decide your own itinerary like this, especially if it's a prudent minister.

Almoré seems to be getting more and more uneasy in recent times. I think I can understand this mood of his, he is tired of the Duchy of Belmar. Yes, the Duchy of Belmar feels like there is nothing but sand, but this is also something that cannot be helped, the Duchy of Belmar was built on the desert in the first place. It's been more than six months since we've been here, but there's another thing I'm more interested in than my day-to-day work, and that was two months ago.

Behind the duchy market is a two-storey house that looks like nothing other than the rest from the outside. However, on the roof of the house, there is a very conspicuous black flag with an eagle printed on it. What caught my attention the most was a plaque in that room that said Eagle Guild.

I visited the guild with a strange feeling, and to my surprise, there was no hustle and bustle inside the guild as I had imagined, but a quiet place. Under the tranquility, the guild's tables and chairs seemed to have been used for a long time, and the notches on them showed the signs of time. I noticed the bar on the left, where there was a young girl wiping her glass, she looked like she was not even a teenager, her face was full of immaturity, and the most noticeable thing was her eyes, which were red eyes. It may sound strange, but it doesn't seem strange to me.

She apparently didn't notice me until I came in for a long time, and when she saw me, she quickly put down the wine glass she was wiping, and then said in a childish accent: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you came in, it's been a long time since you've had a guest here." "I signaled that it was okay.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"A glass of water is fine, I don't drink. ”

She nodded, and walked over with a glass of water.

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, I'm from another country, just to visit. I laughed, trying to look kind, because I could tell the girl was nervous.

"Strange guest, this really surprises me, no one has visited here for a long time. A middle-aged woman's voice came.

I followed the prestige and walked down from the second floor of the guild to a blonde woman, and to my surprise, she also had a pair of red pupils. She walked slowly up to me, "Hello, stranger, what led you here?"

I repeat what I just said.

"That was a long time ago. The blonde woman looked at me with a strange expression.

"What's going on?" I was a little surprised.

"This is my daughter, she's only 15 years old, so please forgive me for any rudeness. The blonde woman smiled and touched the girl's head, as if she hadn't heard my question.

"Uh......" I was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Forgive me stranger, I don't want to talk about the past, it's a bad memory for me. The blonde woman said to me meaningfully.

My mind was full of questions, and the blonde woman got up and walked upstairs, and it wasn't long before she came down with a parchment book in her hand. She pushed the parchment book in front of me, the handwriting on the cover of the parchment had almost been erased, and all I could see was one name—Maffeo Fry.

"This is a book about the previous stories of this guild, and I don't know who it is, but I know that he was a member of this guild. If you're wondering about the previous stories of this guild, then I think this book should help you. ”

I carefully picked up the parchment. "Thank you for giving me this book. "I thanked the blonde woman. No matter what the story is, at least it can stir up a little bit of waves in this boring and dull life of visiting.

"If nothing else, please go back, there's nothing else of value here. The blonde woman seemed a little tired, and she walked slowly upstairs. The girl looked at her mother, then at me, and walked briskly back to the bar. "Good all the way, stranger. The girl said to me cautiously. I gave her a friendly smile back.

When I walked out of the door, the girl hurried to the door as if she remembered something, blushing and asking, "Excuse me, I don't know what to call you?" ”

"Just call me Cross!" I touched the girl's head.

"Thank you, Mr. Cross!" the girl seemed very happy when she learned what I was called.

"Again, can you tell me your name?" I asked, smiling.

"Christina Fry!" the girl replied to me with a smile.

I confess that I was momentarily distracted when I heard the name, remembering the only name left on the cover of the parchment, Maffeo Fry.

"I've got to go back, all the way to Mr. Close!" the girl smiled shyly at me. I smiled and waved at her.

These are the things that have been of most interest to me outside of my routine for the past few months, and other than that, the Duchy of Belmar really has no attraction to me.

Today, during a walk, I confessed to my brother Almoret: "Almoret, I want to tell you a story. ”

However, the other party's reply was not polite: "Cross, can you tell me what the story is, if it is some legend about the principality, then I think it is better to forget it." ”

"Tell me what kind of story you'd like to hear?" I asked.

"You know, I'm very interested in ghost swordsmen. ”

"I think you'll be interested in this story, after all, it's about the rumored Bloodfiend Mafeo Fry. The story of his guild, to be exact. "That's right, I've read the parchment that the blonde woman gave me in two months, and I have to say that this story is much more attractive than any legend.

"Are you kidding?" said Almoré with a chuckle.

"I know you've always been interested in ghost swordsmen, and I can tell you that I'm telling you a story about Maffeo Frye. "I'll admit I only found out about Maffeo Frye when I got the parchment, after all, I'm not interested in ghost swordsmen, I'm not interested in killing, I'm not interested in literature. But my brother, on the other hand, was not interested in literature and even a little scoffing at it, preferring bloody killings. When I got the parchment book before, I went back to my lodgings and discussed it with my brother about Maffeo Fry, and he was surprised and said, "Oh my God, Klos, you actually talked to me about the ghost swordsman, it seems that you were burned somewhere, right?"

During the conversation, Almerlet and I had unconsciously walked to the junction of the Duchy and the Elwyn Line, which I had done on purpose.

I stopped, Almerlet looked at me in amazement, and I pointed to the ground: "This is where the story begins, in every sense of the word, and it is here that Maffeo Frye begins his journey. ”

"Here?" Almoré seemed to sense that I wasn't joking, and began to get serious.

"Yes, it was also the fourth year of the war between the Duchy and the Delos Empire, and it was the time when various mutations were taking place. It was eighty years ago, on a sunny day in August, like today......"