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Aaron secretly praised Uncle Akril for his carefulness as he changed into a new outfit. It's just that there is no needle and thread, and his hedron and medicine bottle are a little difficult to do. It took a lot of effort for Aaron to hide the two things in a sturdy cotton coat. When he put on that tight new coat, Aaron couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To the south, it's a bitter swamp. His original sackcloth garments could not be counted on. That kind of shabby clothing only makes the exposed skin food for all kinds of strange insects. Of course, if they could take advantage of the newly opened Bitter Swamp Corridor between the Hellens and the Moon Territory in the past two years, their actions would not have been so awkward. But how could they, the thirteen wanted criminals of the Xilin Federation, travel thousands of kilometers unharmed and go to Hainasen, which is located in the west of Xilin?

Aaron tidied up his outfits, looked at the other people who were busy with them, and remembered the details that Akril had told everyone after waking up in the morning, and his mood was a little low.

"Recently, a group of thirteen powerful thieves, pretending to be a Torrev caravan, came from outside the country to plunder the merchants of Lodtay. On the occasion of the banquet of Guise, the second son of Baron Rondy Ryan, the thieves secretly carried weapons and plotted against them. In the end, during the feast, he suddenly attacked, and became fierce, seriously wounding Guise, killing and wounding fifteen merchants and twenty servants in the baron's palace. The most abominable of all, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, killed the baron and his eldest son. The thieves are so guilty of their crimes that a reward of 500 gold is now offered for the capture of their leader, and the rest of the members are each offered a reward of 200 gold coins. Anyone who conceals his whereabouts and fails to report them shall be guilty of the same crime. ”

When Akril memorized the wanted notice word for word, he didn't forget to quip: "To be honest, their dozen or so portraits are really realistic, if I could have a son, I could pass them on to him as a family heirloom." ”

At that time, Aaron still felt that the uncle's joke was a little lame. But later, looking at the uncontrollable sorrow of everyone, he also experienced tension and worry. Guise was vicious enough to kill his father and push them into a corner.

In the past, the bitter swamp that the Xilin army could not conquer, can we pass through it safely?

Thinking about it, Alun couldn't help but pinch the two protrusions under the cotton fabric again. Secretly gritted his teeth and said, I can't die on the road to becoming a knight.

Immediately, he carefully counted the luggage under his feet again. A large bag of rapeseed, a bag of salt, a small bag of pepper, a piece of flint, and a knife. Aaron picked up the knife and gently pulled it out, and the bright light of the knife burst out. He wiped the knife twice on his garment, and then carefully inserted it back and pinned it to his waist. Putting away the knife and hesitating, Aaron put the small piece of flint into his pocket again. Looking at the other bags, he finally wrapped the canvas pocket and carried it behind his back.

Uber approached with a freshly sharpened redwood stick. Seeing Aaron's appearance, he couldn't help but say, "Boy, you really look like a boy scout on the march." The weapon was a stick, but it was like a spear forged from steel. As he spoke, he handed Arun the stick that did not appear to be long in his hand, and continued, "Take it, this thing is definitely more useful than a spear on the battlefield in the bitter swamp." ”

Aaron took the stick, felt that the surface was unusually smooth, and immediately understood that it was Uncle Uber's "masterpiece". The phrase "Thank you, Uncle Beard" was given to Uber along with the innocent smiling face.

Uber tapped him on the head and said, "Stinky boy, it's really not serious. Tie up your shoes and we're about to go. Aaron obediently lowered his head to check that the laces on his boots were not too loose. Yu Bo smiled bitterly, then ignored him, and began to beckon everyone, and gathered in a team.

As a chef-handyman with little experience and ability, Aaron was placed in the middle of the line. He doesn't need to carve the way ahead with a crude farm tool and deal with the risks that may come his way, nor does he need to deal with some troublesome marks at the back of the line, so he can be considered an idler. Of course, they weren't very busy right now, and they were still moving fast, after all, they were still in the redwoods. Although the redwoods are tall, their well-developed root systems hinder the growth of other plants, so the ground conditions in the cedar forest are not very complicated.

The group set out in the morning and quickly crossed the forest road. As he passed that road, Aaron remembered his expectations for the small town of Lodetai a few days ago and his worries about parting, and his heart was mixed for a moment.

Life is always unprepared.

This sentence was shouted by a guest while he was helping in the tavern. He remembered it because the well-dressed "boss" was quickly stripped naked because he couldn't afford to pay for his drinks. In the Southern Frontier, the rules are irreversible, and the rich who lose their wallets can only be reduced to running naked on the streets.

It's just that these people, although they are all fully dressed, their future and fate may not be as good as that of the naked drunkard. Life is really unexpected.

As the team progressed, the tall cedar trees thinned out by the afternoon. But the situation of the people did not improve, and the grass, which had not been much or high, became thicker, and later the grass even reached Aaron's chest. Walking through the meadow, the team's march was slowed down suddenly. Aaron was still a little worried, but the others didn't care.

As the leader, Torrev responded in the middle of the group, and took the time to introduce to Aaron that the meadow was not very wide, but only a transition between the cedar forest and the bitter marsh.

Sure enough, when the sun was setting in the west, everyone had already stepped out of the range of tall grass. From a distance, the ground ahead was blocked by a shadow—the bitter swamp was already in front of me. But naturally, it was impossible for the people to rush into the jungle overnight, but to camp at the edge of the bitter swamp. After a busy time, before nightfall, several fires were blazing.

Alun leaned on the bonfire, roasting a dozen fir fruits, and the unique smell permeated the vicinity of the bonfire.

Whistling, Akril brought three fat rabbits, threw them at his feet, and said with a smile: "Roast this, young man, until we are in the bitter marsh, it will not be our turn to eat them." ”

The hapless rabbits were then stripped of their fur and, little by little, turned into a dripping with grease, an enticing supper. Aaron wasn't really good at barbecue, but everyone allowed him to try it at will, so he did his best. Akril waited on the sidelines, and couldn't help but say, "Yes, yes, I didn't waste any of my energy. You must know that the rabbits here are surprisingly stupid, but the speed of escape is very fast. It's only me, Akril, who can make a move..."

Flipping the rabbit over twice on the fire, Aaron ripped off a rabbit leg and stuffed it into Akriel's mouth, suffocating his boastful blowing. Fehada on the side sneered: "Xiaoah, you are always so talkative. ”

Aaron tore off his other leg and handed it to Fehada, not forgetting to give Akril a look.

"Old Hada, what's wrong with you today, you are so willing to speak!? The rabbit in Akril's mouth was almost thrown to the ground, and the expression on his face was rather strange.

Fehada glared at him angrily and said to Aaron, "Aaron, behave well later." Aaron nodded hurriedly, feeling very strange in his heart.

Speaking of the twelve uncles in the squad, most of them, except for Torreve, Yuber, and Acriel, are used to being silent. In the past, when I communicated with Aaron, I always nodded or smiled slightly, and at first Alun thought they were all eccentric, but later I realized that it was due to their personalities.

But today seems a little unusual. Fehada, a person who is accustomed to silence, reminded him loudly, what is it for?

Aaron was confused for a moment, and Akril said, "All right, young man, take this rabbit to the Boss." ”

The boy was puzzled, but he grabbed the branch that was worn on the rabbit. Not noticing that the grip was too forward, there was a burning pain in his hand, and the roasted rabbit made an arc in the air and landed in Akril's hand. The black-faced young man stuffed the rabbit back into Aaron's hand and muttered, "It seems that I really talk too much, looking at this young man, he is suspicious, it's not very good." ”

Aaron heard this, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the campfire where Torrev was. When they got closer, Uber and the other two took the roast rabbit with a smile on their faces, but ducked aside. Torrev smiled at him and gestured to take a seat.

Aaron felt baffled, but sat down anyway.

Torrev asked, "Aaron, how long have you been following our gang?"

"It's been almost a month and a half, uncle, time flies really fast. ”

"What do you think of us, Aaron?"

"Very good, all the uncles have treated me very well, and my life has been much better than when I was in the Southern Boundary Fort before. When I was in Lodetay, I thought I was going to be separated from you, uncle, and I couldn't be happy for a few days. ”

Aaron caught a glimpse of the backs of the few figures sitting around the bunny not far away, all relaxed, and Torev by the fire was also smiling. For a moment, he was even more confused, and asked, "What's the matter, Uncle Torrev, why are you asking this strange question?"

Torrev smiled again and said, "Do you remember being in the dungeon?" As he spoke, a thick trace of green energy diffused from his palm. The brown-haired man's palm immediately turned a pale green, and it looked very elegant in the light of the fire.

"It's elemental power, I don't know much about it. Alun said, looking at the soft expression on Torreve's face, he suddenly thought of something, and stammered: "Do you say, do you say, ・・・・・・?"

Uber walked over, patted him on the head, and said, "That's right, we're going to go into the bitter swamp, we don't want to see your kid die in vain, so we decided to educate you kid well." After saying that, I didn't forget to glare at him.

Torrev said, "Aaron, you must know that on the mainland, the inheritance of elemental power is very serious. Although the strength of the twelve of us is about the same, in all fairness, Uber and Akril are the most outstanding in combat. We thought about who to choose as your teacher for a long time, but we decided to ask what you think. ”

Aaron was already a little sluggish. A sudden happiness overwhelmed his brain. In a daze, I remembered a business adage I had heard before - only equivalent exchange in the world is eternal. He muttered, "But, uncle, I ・・・・・・."

"Child, what else is there to say that you have accompanied us so far and suffered misfortunes with us. In my heart, you are already my junior. Torrev's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, "We people have been in a mess for half our lives, but we don't have a family of our own. These days, we've seen you as one of us. ”

Uber pursed his lips, his eyebrows seemed to be squeezed together, his expression was extremely strange, and he turned to leave.

Torrev patted Aaron on the shoulder, and seeing that he was still sluggish, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and asked, "Aaron, what are you still thinking?"

The black-haired boy shook his head violently, came to his senses, and asked, "Uncle, do you have to choose a teacher?"

Torreve's expression became serious, and he said, "The inheritance law of elemental power cannot be violated in the slightest. You can have many teachers, but your guide, the one who awakens the elemental awakening for you, will always be your nominal first teacher. Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then said: "The vast majority of people in this world do not have a high affinity for the elements, and they cannot become pure elemental envoys. But using the power of the elements to strengthen one's own strength, that is, to become a martial artist, is something that everyone can do. Among us, except for Akril, who cultivates the water element, everyone else practices the wind element, but our strength is all official knights. ”

"And how many elemental powers are there?" Aaron couldn't help but ask.

Torrev's answer can be described as decent, "There are only six elemental forces known for thousands of years, which are the elements of light, darkness, wind, water, fire and earth. Most people have a sense of the four basic elements of earth, fire, water, and wind. As for the light element, that's the Templar's specialty, but apparently not everyone can sense the light element. And the Dark Elemental Envoy was affected by the Holy Demon War, which is almost extinct in today's continent. With that, Torrev gestured to Aaron, motioning for him to come to him.

"Let me take a look at how well you sense the wind element. As he spoke, Torreve's large, rough hand was placed on top of Aaron's head. The light wind elemental flowed, but it always hovered near Torrev's palm. After about a moment, Torrev's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand, wisps of cyan energy floating around the campfire.

Aaron waited quietly for a moment, but felt nothing special. Then he asked, "What's the matter, uncle?"

Torrev pondered for a moment and said in a loud voice, "Akril, you come here." ”

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Akril became silent.

The two uncles glanced at each other, looked at Alun with an expectant face, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at the same time. After a while, he said in unison:

"It's a problem. ”