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September told Pfister about his intention to return to his hometown, and the young man was very interested in it, and after hearing that she wanted to bring back the local products, he volunteered to help her recommend some suitable places.

"I'm an experienced traveler, too!" He said confidently, making her feel a little funny, "If you have any problems along the way, don't worry about leaving it to me!" ”

The young man didn't say anything—he was a more seasoned traveler, though a little worse than in September. The two of them leisurely visited the villages and towns they passed, stopping for days at each settlement point, and were not in a hurry to reach their intended destination.

September's transformation into a human form surprised Pfister. After all, there are many young women, but it is rare to have a pair of fluffy wolf ears on their heads. Soon after, he found that the appearance of the girl was much more famous than him. In the legends of many places, there is a story of a girl with brown hair and red eyes and a pair of animal ears.

Some townspeople think of her as a descendant of the same woman, and only September herself knows that it is the experience she left behind hundreds of years ago.

On the forty-seventh day after the start of the journey, they arrived at the Volcano Fort, the fortress of the Beron kingdom. Fifteen days earlier, a historian who called himself Puck had stumbled upon the girl's identity and repeatedly begged them to take him on a trip. Considering that it might be easier to convince his companion with an additional teammate who knew the history, September agreed to his request, turning the team from two to three.

No one remembers when the Belonites began to settle in the mountains. However, in each of the ancient fortresses they had painstakingly built, one could feel the accumulation of time. The rising sun gilds the blue brick façade of the volcanic castle with a touch of copper, as if it blends in with the same reddish-brown mountains.

As one of the most famous Belon fortresses and an excellent tourist attraction, the Volcano Fort has no shortage of travelers from all over the world, as well as merchants selling all kinds of souvenirs. She selected some handmade wooden carvings of the Belon people, carefully polished gemstone crafts, and a few jars of local specialty wine, which she prepared to bring to her friends back home.

Pfister asked the innkeeper for two warm, bright rooms, one for September, and the other for him and Puke. Although when they slept in the wild, the two also lay side by side. The young man is a good travel companion, cheerful and enthusiastic but attentive. In time, maybe he could really become a longing, legendary explorer, September thinks.

It was still early for lunch, and the three of them asked the innkeeper for a plate of dried fruits from the area, and sat in Pfister's room chatting.

"Speaking of which, where are you going to go next, beyond the mountains and further west, to the realm of the Beronns?" The young man asked casually as he stuffed a kernel into his mouth.

"There's nothing fun over there, we've been there hundreds of years ago." She pursed her lips and played with a string of garnets in her hand, "After crossing the mountains, we will go north, through a misty grassland, and the forest after that will be our hometown." ”

She waited for a response from the young man, or admiration from Puck, but she waited for nothing. She looked up at the two of them and saw them looking at each other, as if exchanging some kind of look.

"What's going on?" She asked, a little puzzled, "What's wrong with what we're talking about?" ”

"Perhaps...... There's nothing wrong with that. The young man glanced at Puke, "September, how long have you not been back?" ”

"Hmm...... More than 200 years, what's wrong? ”

Pfister didn't say anything more, just looked at the historian beside him. Knowingly, Puck opened his package full of books that had magically expanded the space, took out an old book, flipped to one of the pages, and handed it to the girl opposite.

She took the book with a hint of bad premonition, and her eyes swept over the text—

"In the year 249 of the San Leon calendar, the 'Grey War' was coming to an end. The mastermind of the war, the Lich Huruman Stark, was besieged by the coalition forces in his stronghold, the grasslands north of the Volcanic Fortress. The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, and on the afternoon of the third day, Hulu Manyu and several great wizards attacked together, casting an unknown spell before dying, turning the entire grassland into a desert. As a result, the allied forces of the various countries involved in the war suffered heavy casualties, and the battlefield has since been known as the 'Desert of the Dead'.

Note: The Revenant Desert is full of magical energy that is harmful to humans, as well as brutal creatures twisted by magic, so don't try to go there."

She stared at the text again, convinced that she wasn't dazzled. The name 'Grey War' had indeed come across more than 140 years ago. Probably because there were too many forces affected and the losses caused were too painful, the deeds of that war were not suitable for the traveling poets to sing. By the time she returned from her trip again, few people had talked about it.

So she never thought that her hometown was actually a victim of that war, and the base of its culprit—and it was finally destroyed in the war.

"What about Lugland Forest? Is it the forest behind the grassland, has it ever been recorded in history? She asked, still in disbelief.

Puke shook his head, "There are very few people in the history of the place, and there is no record in the history books when the masterminds of the 'Grey War' went there and what they did there. He deliberately avoided the lich's name, "but with his means and cold-bloodedness...... I'm afraid that the inhabitants there have already suffered misfortune. ”

"We don't believe it!" She exclaimed, as if it would make her a little more confident, "Our companions are all very strong, how can we lose to that Huruman Stark?" They must be alive and well, just as they were hundreds of years ago...... So we have to go back and bring them all the souvenirs we bought! ”

Puck lowered his head and said nothing. Pfister didn't speak, but looked at her with a firm, gentle gaze. She suddenly felt a little upset, and turned her face away from him.

"So......" she sighed, and suddenly spoke, as if she had reached a conclusion, "Shall we separate here?" ”

She couldn't see the young man's expression, only heard the other clear his throat, and then spoke, using the same affirmative sentence.

"In other words, you're going to go back alone, right?"

"Of course it's a person, in that case, it's more convenient for us." She straightened her chest, "And, if you die, you won't have any dreams?" ”

She knew that such words might not convince the young man, but the decisive answer still surprised her.

"You're wrong. Making your dreams come true is one of my dreams. The young man said firmly, "If I abandon my companion in such a situation, I will surely blame myself whenever I think of it in the future!" - So, let me continue to walk with you. ”