The cold glow of the crescent moon allowed the old man's body to be revealed in the bard's sight.

A linen robe with patches in several places, poor but extremely simple. The passage of time had already made him so stiff that his feet could not support all the weight of his body, and he had to rely on a cane to barely walk.

The sparse pale hair was tied in a bunch with a strip of cloth behind him, and the wrinkles of the face covered the whole face like a ravine, and only a pair of bright eyes revealed an extraordinary look. The old man gave the bard the feeling that even if the years carved the traces of time on his body, it still could not erase the dignity of the soul.

Time can turn a person's body into a pinch of yellow sand, but it can never deprive human beings of their inner strength.

The little boy was visibly surprised to hear the old man's voice. Immediately gave up looking at the bard, turned around and ran to the old man to support his relatives. In order to avoid scratching his bare feet on the ground, he jumped up and down to the old man, like a dexterous monkey. Although he had already run to the old man to help, the thin boy was not as tall as the old man's waist, and had no real effect. But there was a strong warmth between the grandfather and grandson that dispelled the cold of the desert.

"Grandpa, how did you find here? It's so cold, you're not in good health. The little boy asked, tilting his head with concern.

The old man stretched out his withered right hand and lovingly stroked the little boy's head, "Grandpa, you are the only relative, and of course I am worried when I see that you haven't come back for so long." I thought you were playful and forgot the time, so you were brought here!" After speaking, the old man's eyes burst out with a powerful essence, which was not at all like the power that an old man who was about to die could have. The light shot into the bard's chest, but he didn't dodge, just stood there and let out a muffled grunt.

When the little boy found out about the bard's condition, he immediately shook the old man's withered hand anxiously and hastened to explain. "Grandpa, it wasn't my big brother who brought me here, I quietly followed him myself......

"Really?" the old man lowered his head and looked at his grandson, his eyes full of innocence were not hidden, the old man was stunned, this was different from what he had heard in the town just now. The little boy usually comes home on time, with few exceptions. Even if he came back late, he had to come back early to greet him, but he didn't bring any news tonight and never went home.

The old man thought that something had happened to the little boy, so he immediately ran out of the stone house and asked the people of the town about the place where the little boy often played.

Yoria was originally a small town on the borderlands, and most of the people in this place were locals, and in a moment the anxious old man had the answer. The townspeople said that a foreign bard had taken his grandson to the desert in front of the town not long ago, and that the strange young man had asked the people if they knew of a place called Novar!

After the old man heard the news, his tense heart was tightened again. After trying to stabilize his emotions, he locked the position of the little boy with his quality after a while, and the old man immediately chased after him, so what happened just now.

"Well! I followed him until he was about to go into the desert, and I didn't say anything to stop him. The boy scratched the back of his head and muttered quietly.

After the old man listened to the little boy's explanation, the mass power that was secretly surging in the old man's body gradually subsided.

"I don't blame you, the hair hasn't grown, and I still learn others to play stalking, if I have to starve you for a day next time...... It's not a meal!" seemed to feel that one day was too much, and the old man immediately changed his words.

Patting the little boy's head dotingly, the old man stared carefully at the still silent bard not far away, as if he was thinking about something. It wasn't until he felt a shiver all over his body that he pulled his little boy back into his mind.

"The little girl couldn't help it just now, I was too impatient. If you don't dislike it, please go to the shelter to rest. I'll tell you the place I want to know afterwards to show my apologies. ”

Hearing that the old man had seen through her true gender, the bard lost his mind in an instant, the old man's eyes were so sharp, she obviously had an artifact that hid her gender, and she was actually recognized by him at a glance. But to get news of Noval, it's nothing to be seen through the gender, and she is originally a daughter.

Without waiting for the bard to nod, he turned around and pulled the little boy away. What a stubborn old man with a character, tempered more than his age, the bard muttered. If it weren't for the little boy, she would have fought with the stubborn old man, not to mention the invitation of the old man and the exact news about Noval.

At the thought of this, the bard glanced gratefully at the little boy, who seemed to sense the gaze, and turned his head and grinned, and the smile spread over his sincere little face. The only thing that wasn't quite harmonious was that two front teeth were missing from his grinning mouth......

Most of the houses in the town of Yoria are made of stones of similar size, and the gaps between them are blocked by mud mixed with gravel and yellow sand to prevent the heat and bitter cold of the desert from eating away at the bodies of the occupants. The roof is also made according to the desert weather, and it is made of some kind of desert shrub and thick camel thorns and animal skins, which looks undescriptive.

When the crescent moon climbed to the top of the inky blue night, the three of them came to a simple stone hut.

The old man pushed open the door and walked in first, and the little boy held the wooden door with his hands and motioned with his eyes for the bard to go in first.

When the bard watched the little boy's thin hands against the door and let him go in, her heart warmed, and she whispered to the little boy, "Then I will disturb you tonight." ”

Hanging from the roof of the house, the soft white light emitted by the thermal lamp, the bard quickly took in the whole room through the light, and the house was simply arranged with some necessities of life.

The old man went straight to a side room when he entered the house, and did not come out for a long time, and the bard stood in the room awkwardly, neither sitting nor standing, but he was angry with this strange old man who did not understand the world.

But his good upbringing made him not look for a place to sit without permission, but just stood there quietly.

The little boy ran quickly to another room, which was probably the kitchen, took out the food and chopsticks, and placed them on the stone table.

Looking at the bard, who was still standing stunned, the little boy pointed to the only two stools in the room and motioned for the bard to come over and eat together.

The bard didn't want to go there, the edge of the desert was already scarce in food, maybe what he ate was someone else's food ration for the day, but he couldn't resist the little boy's black eyes when he spoke.

Food is simple, but it's better to have more portions. A large pot of soup made from dates, a large stack of dough cakes and a few small pieces of dried and marinated jerky.

The little boy ate only one slice of bread, then sat on a stool and shook his feet, blinking his black onyx eyes as the bard filled the rest of the food into her stomach.

I don't know when the last time I was full, it turned out that it was such a happy thing to have a full stomach, and the bard drank the last bite of the sand date soup, and found that the little boy was looking at him with clean eyes.

She smiled embarrassedly, a shyness in her heart, "Thank you for the food, kind little boy." ”

"My name is Mo Chen...... the little boy held his chin and stared curiously at the silver seven-stringed harp that the bard placed on the stone table for a moment, and suddenly introduced himself. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but when he finished saying his name, he paused, not knowing where to start.

"Deanna O. Sehilal, from the imperial capital of Hiraniblah. ”

"What are you doing in Noval?" Deanna would not have told her if someone else had asked this question, but the little boy's innocent eyes and kindness touched her, and she couldn't help but reveal some information.

"Go find ......"

"Look for the Black Steel!" the old man did not know when he appeared behind them on crutches, and said indifferently, at this time he was still holding a pure black stone, or a spar, in his hand.

Anyway, the thing was exposed to the orange light, like a black vortex, which distorted the light.

Seeing what the old man was holding in his hand, the little boy had a look of surprise on his face.

"Grandpa, how did you get this black stone? Otherwise, I'm going to ...... tonight."

Before the boy could finish speaking, he heard a breaking sound overhead, and the once bright room was plunged into darkness until a ray of white moonlight shone through the window, dispelling the frenzied rush of darkness.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to change the lights now. ”

The little boy sighed, "I'll go next door and borrow a thermal lamp, grandpa, you remember to take it in and hide it!"

"Hmm!" the old man kindly touched the little boy's head and nodded.

When the boy had left the room, the old man put away the smile on his face, threw aside the cane in his hand, and looked back at the bard behind him.

"This is what you've been looking for!