After waiting for a while, Alan realized that the boar had not pierced him, and he slowly lowered his hands covering his face, and found that the boar was lying on his lap, and an arrow embedded with black feathers was pierced into its body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The feather arrow pierced the back of the boar's head, instantly cutting off the connection between the spine and the brain stem, taking its life and preventing it from counterattacking before it died.

The boy peered into the darkness above, where a man in a brown leather coat stood at the edge of the woods, quickly wrapping a longbow in tarpaulin to prevent the valuable weapon from being worn out by the rain.

Then the man jumped down, walking briskly like a sturdy elf.

He walked over, his face covered by the wide cloak he wore on his body.

The man crouched down beside Allen, and his loud voice was as easy as the roar of the rain as easily as he removed the dead boar from the boy's lap: "Are you alright? ”

"Broken bones?"

He looked at Allen's leg and asked.

"I don't think so. ”

Alan replied aloud, examining himself: the right half of his body was numb, his legs ached as if they had been pricked by needles, and his ankles had no strength.

The boy felt that his luck was terrible today, but thankfully there was no lifelong damage left.

Every knight is half a doctor, especially when it comes to judging his own injuries, I'm afraid that even some doctors who are not very senior can hardly compare with him.

"Take it!"

The stranger's cold words seemed to give orders, he handed the boy his staff and bow, and seeing Alan take them, the stranger pulled out a large hunting knife and began to clean up the dead boar.

When he was done, he picked up the boy.

"Come with me, kid, my host and I have a nice cottage not far from here. ”

"But we've got to hurry, before this damn storm gets worse, by the way, can you still go?"

Alan stood up, staggered a few steps with his cane, and nodded.

The stranger said nothing, took his bow from the boy's hand, carried the boy behind him, and climbed towards the cliff.

Coming to the woods above the valley, the stranger put the boy down and took him by the hand as if he were walking deep in the forest.

"You're a knight?"

Alan asked cautiously, he knew that it was rude to ask someone else's secret, but in the end, curiosity overcame the fear of strangeness.

No one knew better than the boy the defensive power of the boar's gritty fur, and he doubted that even his blessed blade (if he had one) would not be able to cut through it.

However, such a defense was not worth mentioning in the presence of strangers, and an ordinary feathered arrow went straight into the back of the head, leaving only the blood-stained tail feathers exposed to the air.

The most important thing is that there is no luster attached to the feather arrow, in other words, there is no attachment to the fighting spirit on it at all, and this is what makes Eren curious.

"No, I'm a ranger. ”

Under the cover of the forest, the wind seemed to be gentler, and a blinding lightning bolt streaked across the sky, and at that moment, Alan saw the man's face: he looked like an ordinary hunter or forest ranger who lived in the forest, with broad shoulders, a tall man, a thick chest, light brown hair and a short beard, and a face that had been weathered by his long absence.

The boy didn't know what a ranger was, a profession, or a specific title, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, but followed the man's footsteps in silence.

About half an hourglass had passed, and the man walked into a dense wooded area, and if he hadn't been holding Alan's hand, the boy would have barely been able to keep up with him in the dark.

The sun had been setting for some time, and with the last glimmer of light in the storm, he could only follow the man by the sound of the other person's footsteps and intuition rather than by sight.

Alan felt that he was walking on a path through the forest, and there were no more bushes or rocks to hinder his steps.

Soon they came to a flat clearing, and in the middle of the clearing, there was a strangely shaped hut: the room was not symmetrical, except for a wooden door with a strange pattern, there was no place to enter, and there was no place to call it a window, which rose high like an upside-down leaning tower.

Alan followed the man's footsteps through the clearing, and he was surprised to find that the storm had become gentle here.

When they came to the door, the man stood aside: "Go in, kid." I have to clean up this boar first. ”

The boy nodded silently, then pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside.

"Welcome, kid, come here, I hope you enjoy it. ”

Alan turned and followed the sound backwards.

There was a separate room in the innermost part of the room, with a fireplace and a beautiful stove on the wall, and the orange flames danced merrily and shone warmly.

Next to the fireplace was an oak table, behind which an emaciated old man in a yellow robe sat on a bench.

His gray-white hair and beard almost obscured the entire face, except for his blazing blue eyes, which reflected the firelight.

"You're a magician?"

It's no wonder that Alan made a fuss, although there was no shortage of magicians in the imperial capital, but the boy had never really been in contact with him in the past years, and the dress of the elder in front of him was also very suitable for the young man's fantasy of magicians, especially since the other party was still living in a strange hut deep in the jungle.

"Yes, I am indeed a mage, you can call me Koin. Also, if it's convenient, can you tell me your name, the boy from the imperial capital?"

"You know I'm from the Imperial Capital?"

"Of course, there are no other cities around here, so you can't be a kid who lives in the forest all the time, right?"

Kuin said with a smile, his beard shaking in the glow.

"My name is Alan, Master Coolin. ”

"Don't call me 'sir,' Alan," the magician waved his hand, "though I am not ashamed to be called my lord by you. ”

Mage Cooin was not as arrogant as the other spellcasters, but rather very kind, with smiling wrinkles around his eyes.

"I'm a little older than you, but it's not much. ”

"Come here, come here and bake the fire, you're soaking wet, come, dry your clothes, and sit down here. ”

The mage pointed to the bench across from him.

Alan did so, and when his clothes were dry, he sat down.

However, not long after he sat down, the boy jumped up again when he saw the red eyes staring at him under the table in front of him.