Manhe limped over to Ian, looked at the tired boy leaning against the wall, and whispered, "My words count, and the rest of my life is for you to send." ”

"What use do I want for the rest of your life. Ian didn't even lift his head, "You just have to live well." ”

"I've always tried to live well. Manhe also leaned against the corner, side by side with Ian, "But I just found out that only knowing how to eat and drink Lazar is not to be alive." ”

"Really?" Ian glanced at Manhe, "what does it take to be alive?"

"Life with feelings is called life. "I thought that twenty years of living underground had numbed my heart. I'm not going to pay attention to anything in the past, but I realize I'm wrong, just now. I wasn't so angry when that guy broke my leg, but when he told me the truth about twenty years ago, I was so angry that I wanted to kill him. ”

Ian looked at Manhe silently, not speaking.

"Anger, I haven't felt this way in a long time. "I thought I had forgotten, but I wasn't, I was just lying to myself, just like I often dream of my wife, children and brothers, but when I wake up, I tell myself that I don't care anymore." ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Get me out of here. Manhe looked at Ian, "No, I should say, let's get out of here together." I want to go back to the dwarves, I want to see if my wife and children are still alive, they should still be alive, I want to protect my people, just like you. ”

......

"The rain hasn't stopped. Carl looked out the window with a wry brow, "It's been three days in a row." ”

"Isn't it good to rain? I don't even have to patrol the mountains. ”

Carl looked at the heartless Quintina, and said helplessly, "A long period of heavy rain will cause landslides that will threaten the residents at the foot of the mountain. ”

"I guess I should have evacuated a long time ago. "There's no reason to wait for a mudslide, doesn't it rain here?"

"It's common to rain, but it's rare for that long. "If we go any further, I'm afraid we'll have to venture down the mountain." ”

Quintina frowned, "Are you crazy, going down the mountain in this weather?"

"There's no way around, we have to get some supplies, or we'll starve to death. Karl said, "I had enough supplies, but you came and ate half of what I had." ”

Carl's words made Quintina's pretty face the same color as her hair. She came to stay with Carl for three or four days, eating and drinking every day, and then sitting by the window for a day. She didn't expect that such a seemingly monotonous life was actually not boring, if it was her former self, I am afraid that she would have been unable to bear the loneliness and risk going down the mountain.

When did it start to change?

Quintina's spirit was in a trance, as if from the moment she returned from the Yarman Forest. In the past, she didn't like a stable life, but now she can sit by the window all day, watching the rainstorm and thunder outside the window, watching the sun try to penetrate the thick clouds, and watching the century-old trees stand tall in the wind and rain. Before you know it, the day has passed.

"Hey, hey, hey. Karl's hand kept shaking in front of Quintina, "What the hell do you want to eat?"

"What?" Quintina was stunned.

"You, I've just been talking for most of the day, and you haven't listened to a word. Karl was a little helpless, "I said what you want to eat, and I'll help you bring it back from the village below." ”

"Whatever. ”

"How long are you going to stay here?"

"What, are you going to chase me away?" Quintina glared at Carl.

"How could it be. "I just want to say that if you stay for a long time, then I'll help you bring some necessary groceries by the way." Winter will be in a while, so you must prepare in advance, and once the snow closes the mountain, it will be even more difficult to go down. ”

"It's still early in winter. ”

"It's not early, winter always comes sooner here, at least a month earlier than at the foot of the mountain. Karl laughed, "It would be great if you would stay with me, lest you not find someone to talk to all winter." ”

Quintina was stunned: "Have you always been alone?"

"It started the year before last. "Since the last one died, I've been the only one left. Not many people want to come here, after all, it's not as fun as a hunter. ”

, a term that is about to be forgotten in the long river of history. Few people know that this profession also belongs to the lobby, but the status is in, and below. Compared to the dangerous hunting career of a hunter, the wonderful invention journey of an alchemist, and the unknown adventure of a merchant, the work of a mountain keeper is much simpler, but much more boring.

It's just one word.

There will be areas where natural disasters are frequent, areas where dragons often haunt or places where people are sparsely populated. They stay in these places, observe possible natural disasters, look for traces of dragons, and predict disasters before they come, so that the hall can prepare for them in advance.

A hundred years ago, it was a profession no less important than a hunter, or even more so than an alchemist. Because a good one can prevent the human race from a major disaster. However, now that the dragons are gone, and the places where humans live are also stable, there are very few things to do.

Slowly, even the hall began to forget about this profession. Quintina was sure that even the highest authority in the hall today, Ian, Lord of Thorns, did not know about the existence of this profession. But the profession does exist, it has not completely died out, and it is still in these places.

Carl is one of them, one of the few in the hall.

"Why don't you leave?" asked Quintina softly, "no one stopped you, did you?"

"No, but can't leave. Karl shook his head, "Someone has to stay here, and since no one wants to, then I'll come." Actually, it's still good here, except for no one, whether it's the environment or whatever, it's not comparable to ordinary places, isn't it? ”

Carl said as he smiled at Quintina.

Quintina looked at the man who was not yet thirty, but his face was full of "wind and frost", and she didn't know what to say. Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang. ”

It's like a beating heart.

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