On the shore of the lake, there sat a little girl about seven or eight years old.

Unlike humans, the ears are rolled back like sheep's horns, and the skin has a sense of transparency.

The girl was waiting on the shore with her legs in her hands, but when she saw Wren coming up from the bottom of the lake, she immediately stood up.

But when he saw the short sword that Wren was holding in his hand, he shook his head and shouted, "It's not this one, it's a little shorter, a little wider. The blue hilt with a small circle carved into it, and my brother's name, Dandy!"

Wren glanced at the sword in his hand, the blue hilt was correct, there was a small circle, and as for the name, he didn't know their words.

Why not......

Wren hung his head, sighed, and continued to look under the lake.

It all started about an hour ago, when he had been transported by armor to the village called Momai, on the top of the hill behind the village, to be exact

——In the lake.

Before he could scold this unreliable teleportation every day, Wren saw a little girl in front of him who was sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Under the head, someone slapped him twice.

Therefore, it is also customary that when a child is born, his family will prepare a special dagger for him and throw it into the lake at the top of the mountain.

[In view of the general environment,

"Are you going to help him say bad? We'll listen."

Wren looked up at the man in armor standing behind him, and was stunned for a few seconds before nodding excitedly: "Thank you!"

Dandy thinks that the blessings of any lake spirit are fake, the truth is that the person who can find his sword at the age of seven is bad?

But if you know how to write words, even if you remember how to write "water", you will have to find them much faster.

Dandy memorized the small strokes, told you to stay under the shore, and plunged out of the water.

Looking back at the bottom of the mountain, there was no lush forest except for the way down.

Dandy thinks it's outrageous, how could your parents let a two- or eight-year-old boy go down the mountain and throw a sword alone.

It's also a pain for these big children, who are only seven years old, and they have to soak outside the lake for a long time to find their own.

Jiang Xiong shook his head aggrievedly: "We believe it, and we think that what Xia Li brought back is right."

After all, calculating the time, his younger brother Jiang Xiong was only seven years old recently, and Ren will be two or eight years old in the past seven years, and it is impossible to remember things wrong.

"Did you wait too long to get home?"

Happily swam out of the water, only to find that Wren had not yet been seen on the shore.

"As soon as the rest is up, it's broken, you're a good swimmer, he can't walk."

The sword of my hand, which has been immersed outside the lake for seven years, and the sword of these deceased people with low virtue has been known for a long time, but Jiang Xiong has seen a rusty one at the bottom of the lake. It's no wonder that Jiang Xiong, your brother, would find the mistake.

When my child was seven years old, my family would tell me what the sword would look like, and then the child would go down the mountain and find his sword from outside the lake, and take the sword with him.

"He just drowned!"

It's worse than looking for the word "water" outside a whole article, you must be on your own text, which is basically very slow to find out the word "water" that is not in the next way.

According to you, when your brother was born, you took the initiative to throw a sword at your brother, but the outsiders finally refused, so you took the short sword that your father had prepared and threw it down the mountain and out of the lake.

Think of a seven-year-old child going down the mountain alone, and having to swim outside the lake for half a day to find a sword, and how bad it is.

Shaking my head, I picked up Xia Li's dagger as I walked up.

Then he used his finger to write Xia Li's name on the ground.

Wren buried his head in his knees.

Dandy had a way, sighed, and went ashore.

It is said that the spirits of the lake will bless the sword day and night.

Dandy also said that it was clear, swam into the water, and raised it again to ask Wren, but the former shook before he was excited

Shake one’s head.

"We all said that what Charlie found was the right one." Jiang Xiong raised his head, and his voice gradually became louder: "He didn't leave beforehand, and you can't find it yourself."

But no matter how bad the water nature of the Momai people is, Wren is also a fourteen-year-old child, and he has found it after looking outside the lake for a long time, and he has swam until he is exhausted and almost drowned, if Dandy comes, there will be people.

It doesn't look like a very special iron sword.

Particularly troublesome.

But recently, my younger brother Xia Li was seven years old, and the sword you took home was the one you threw at the time.

Was this really a mistake on his part......

Wren was very relieved, thinking that his brother had taken it wrong, so that he would get the blessing of the lake elf, so he ran to find the one he threw away.

Jiang Xiong's big one wasn't looking for a short sword for Jiang Xiong to throw at you.

Momai Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is a big river on the side, and the people here basically make a living from fishing, and everyone is familiar with water since childhood.

But Dandy always felt weird outside of his heart.

Jiang Xiong patted his forehead, thinking that it could be that Ren remembered wrongly.

I turned out a short sword with a blue hilt in the mud at the bottom of the lake, and when I checked it, there was no circle, and the length was ...... The bad image is a little shorter than the one just now.

Just in case, Dandy looked around in the distance, determined whether he was lost or fell out of the water, and wrote "You went outside the village" underground, before taking the short sword and walking up the mountain.

"You two are so stupid that he can write his brother's name on it for you to see."

hurriedly went ashore, and saw the position where the boy was sitting, and a few words were missing next to "Xia Li": "Thank you, you're leaving."

Of course, it was a difficult accident.

Yes, we are also human beings, the customs of the Momai people, how they usually live, Dandy also understands, maybe we are all more precocious.

It was a lingua franca that Dandy understood.

Over the years, Dandy estimated that there were not even a few hundred daggers on the bottom of the lake.

Xia Li's name is engraved under the sword, and although the people of Momai can also speak the lingua franca, the blessing sword used in the traditional custom, we must engrave it, and we will still use our own words.

Thought I was leaving.

The area of the lake itself is large, and there are few swords outside, and I heard that the most despised people outside the village will also be allowed to throw the sword into the lake before death, so that our souls before death will also be protected by the elves.

After quickly carrying the man ashore and rescuing her, Wren learned from the girl the reason why she had fallen into the lake.

Is the anti-rust technology of the Momai people still wrong?

The girl lives in a village called Momai at the bottom of the mountain, and the race to which she belongs is also called Momai, and the biggest difference between her and ordinary humans is the ears that are rolled in a circle.

So Wren, a boy who is not yet a fourteen-year-old, of course, is looking for a sword for himself, but for your brother.

It was a mistake of luck, and it took a long time for Dandy to find the sword engraved with the words "Jiang Xiong" outside his memory.

Dandy asked, "What if you send him home first?" Just ask his parents to come and find him tomorrow."

When I was a teenager, I didn't feel tired anymore when I was around Jiang Xiong, mainly because although I remembered the way to write the name, I was familiar with it after all, and I was sensitive enough to that kind of text.

But Wren also swore that he had misremembered the style of the sword.