As Wren and Elle move on to the next stage of their lives, Mel's attachment to the Byzantine principality is one less and her determination to stick to magic is even stronger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After writing back to Freya, Freya wrote back again.

Knowing of Myer's decision, Freya was not angry, she simply asked Mel to stay for two more days so that she could see her off before her trip.

Mel agreed, so the departure was two days late.

With Tom and Snoopy, Mel came to the town square, where many townspeople walked and walked, and in one corner of the square, Maier noticed a small group of people.

It's a group of children, surrounding an old man who seems to be telling a story and the children are listening attentively.

Mel hesitated, then walked over to the group.

But the child seems to be immersed in the story and does not pay attention to Mel's arrival, on the contrary, the old storyteller seems to be aware of Myer's arrival and smiles at him.

Only then did Mel notice that the old man had no eyes.

It's not that there are no eyes, but that both eyes are blind.

This surprised Maier, who was blind enough to be aware of his presence in the noisy square, and smiled at him with a friendly smile.

Generally speaking, blind people cannot see their own expressions, so their expressions are often the truest emotions in their hearts.

The story stopped, the children dispersed, and the old man still sat in the corner.

Maier took out two gold coins from his body and placed them in the cloth bag in front of the old man.

It's not a handout, it's a reward, a reward for storytelling.

"Thank you. The old man seemed to be able to sense what Mel was doing.

Mel shook his head and said, "You deserve it, and I have to thank you for showing me something different." ”

This is the true words of Maier, since he came to this world, Maier grew up in the Marquis de Condy's palace, never saw his mother, his father was indifferent to him, and finally wanted to kill himself.

All the way to the Byzantine principality, there were far more bandits than good people, and those who protected themselves died one by one.

It wasn't until he had Wren as a friend that Mel felt a little more identified with the world, and then Ellie, Master Loren, and Freya.

But that's all there is to it, and apart from these few people, Mel still doesn't have a sense of identity with the world.

In Mel's mind, this is a dark, cold world, so Mel will work hard to improve his magic level, and will want to step into the other side of the sea.

"I've seen a lot of people with physical disabilities, most of them give up on themselves, some of them see it as taboo, and some seem to be able to face it calmly, but deep down they still complain. ”

"I've never met a person like you who can laugh from the bottom of my heart. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "You haven't seen it because you haven't seen enough, in fact, I have experienced everything you said, but when you get old, you can see it." ”

"I had everything, but I was missing a pair of eyes, but I thought I had lost the whole world, so I hated the world, hated everything in this world. ”

"I thought it was the world's revenge on me, but it wasn't until later that I realized that it was the world's revenge on me, and that I had driven everything away from me with my own hands. ”

Unfortunately, by the time I realized that it was too late, I began to regret it, regret what I had done, and I felt that I was a sinner. ”

"But one day, I figured it out again, regret is useless, I live, I shouldn't punish myself, whether it's the fault of others or my own fault. ”

"Then I started traveling, from one small town to another, from one city to another, from one country to another. ”

"It's a long story, young man, do you want to hear it?"

Mel nodded.

The old man's story was long, long, so that, despite the fact that he had skimmed over a great deal of detail, he continued to tell it for a whole day, and at noon Maier went to buy some bread.

Mel was intrigued by the old man's story, and the old man seemed eager to tell his story.

"Thank you, old man, for spending so much time telling me this story" Maier got up, intending to pay the old man for this story, but the old man refused.

"No, I should say thank you, I would love to tell my own story, but children don't like to hear it, so I haven't been able to tell it, and you gave me this opportunity to listen to an old man's nagging. ”

The old man's journey continues, leaving the Maple Leaf Forest town and moving on to the next town.

Mel's harvest is indeed great, and the old man has traveled to many places, and he explains it very clearly, so that Mel, who has not been to those places, can also have a general impression of those places.

Moreover, the Duchy of Byzantium, the Duchy of Orleans, and the Duchy of Constantine, which Maier was about to pass through, had already been walked by.

This means that the old man's story has provided a lot of convenience for Meier's route planning.

Back home, Mel marked all the places he remembered on the map, and highlighted the chaotic areas, the areas where the temple was weak, and the areas where there were strange phenomena.

Regions of Chaos and areas where the temple is weak can be used as their main route constituent points, the former has many people who will attract the eyes of the guards and the temple, and the latter, the identity of the mage is not easy to discover.

Strange areas are usually likely to have some magical materials or magical items.

Of course, not every place has to go, because opportunities are often accompanied by risks, and you must explore well in advance to be able to make a relatively correct choice.

After marking it, Maier hid the map.

A short time later, Mel came to the balcony on the third floor and moved a table next to Tom's den, where Tom was squinting and not very happy with Myer's interruption.

So began to snoring and protesting.

Mel touched Tom's head and brought some small dried fish from the side.

Tom immediately pounced.

While eating the dried fish, Tom looked at Mel and nodded with satisfaction, indicating that for the sake of the dried fish, he would not blame the past for disturbing his rest.

Maier took out the pen and paper, thought for a moment, and then picked up the pen.

One word after another quickly fell on the paper.

It's a very moving story.

Originated from the famous writer, Helen Keller.

It also originated from the old man who told the story today.