"You came in the early morning, from the rain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Burst into my sight. ”

But in the blink of an eye, he turned and disappeared into the rain curtain. ”

"I waited till twilight and dawn. ”

"I'll wait till twilight and wait for the dawn. ”

—Unnamed Lamanic poet.

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Before I closed my eyes and fell asleep, the sound of heavy rain crackling echoed in my ears.

In the early morning, the first sound that comes to the ears is still the one that has begun to feel monotonous.

The rain continued until the next morning, and although the rain had subsided a lot, it was really tiresome to be so entangled.

Even though the clearing beneath the tall trees was a good shelter, no one had really been able to sleep soundly last night in these weather conditions.

In the middle of the night, a sudden increase in the wind caused a thick branch of nearly two meters above to snap and fall right on the top of the tent where the mercenaries were resting. "Stab" The waterproof canvas torn by the weight directly from the fixed corners is less than a third of the size, fortunately the mercenaries who travel all the year round have some skills, and Morrow, who woke up early in a light sleep, kicked away his companions, and finally only he and another mercenary were slightly injured because they dodged in a panic.

Such an unexpected occurrence forced everyone to rearrange the camp, reinforcing various corners and corners, and trying to avoid the threat of falling objects that might reappear.

But there was no way to do it, it was late when they arrived, visibility was quite low, and it took the last bit of time to set up the rudimentary tent, and now it was obviously not something ordinary people could do to raise their heads to check for unstable branches on it on a stormy night.

Some held rudimentary torches that only burned for a few minutes, while others followed the faltering orange light and half-darkened their tents. The person carrying the torch seems to be in charge of the light work, but he also needs to be careful not to touch the tarp or hemp rope with tung oil. Otherwise, even if the outer layer was already soaked, the flame would still instantly ignite the inside when touched, further reducing their already scarce tarpaulin.

How tricky this situation is, you can only understand if you actually do it.

Even though everyone was moving, it took them a considerable amount of time to get the job done.

The pine cones and pine resin, which were used as fuel for the torches, were depleted, and the mercenaries lamented countless times how good it would be to have a magician at such a time. Simple lighting magic, although the lighting range is slightly better than that of a torch, is rain or shine and can last for a long time as long as the magician has enough mana.

"You don't have to get blown out by the wind, you don't have to go out in the rain, you don't have to worry about running out of fuel, you don't have to worry about destroying things. What a mysterious little thing it is! It lives up to its name when it is called magic!"—The aristocratic novelists of the Padrosi Empire may have focused on the subtle power of magic in battle, but for the mercenaries and other perennial underclass, these conveniences of life were the things that really mattered.

After all, even a professional war mercenary who fights for a living is not able to meet the enemy every day, but life is a daily life.

All in all, having to wake up in the middle of the night and finally re-arranging the tent under all the difficult conditions, the tired people fell asleep this time.

Even though they were worried about whether there would be problems with their goods when the wind increased, the merchants had no choice but to sleep well and wait until tomorrow to check on them.

In this kind of mature team, there will be no stunned young people who run out on rainy nights, poor visibility, slippery roads, and a high chance of dying if you get lost and cause trouble to your teammates.

Do your best, know the destiny of heaven.

Everything that can be done has already been done, and it is useless to force what cannot be done.

It's okay to say that they have lost their fighting spirit, but for businessmen and mercenaries who are already old, they have always had few choices in life.

In an age where birth and knowledge can largely determine your life, many, many people's life trajectories are similar.

Perhaps lying on the damp and cold ground, curled up in a cloak that was already wet and didn't bring much warmth at all, Margaret would miss her warm bed at home, sheltered from the wind and rain.

Remembering all that she had turned away from in the first place, yearning for the last freedom.

But that was not what she had expected at first.

Mira had seen many of these stories in the history books she had read, and our Sage had seen countless examples.

If it weren't for the two of them, this "adventure" would have been just a small episode in Margaret's life that was not very beautiful at all. After this humble and clumsy rebellion, she will return to the life of a noble lady - marry an aristocratic teenager whom she does not love or love but who has arranged the right family at the top, give birth to children early, and then keep to herself like a noble wife should do.

Staying in the house all day, waiting for her husband's return.

Raise children, do some crafts.

Born in the midst of high walls.

Died in the middle of the walls.

Not worth mentioning and obscure.

Unless.

If you meet both of them.

Margaret had fallen asleep from exhaustion after crying the previous night, and our lady of Loanne had taken a look at the Sage after that, and it was in Henry's control that she had opened her mouth to provoke the other to tell the whole thing.

But after scolding Henry with a rare hint of anger for "terrible", she was immediately soothed by the latter's simple words.

"Will work out. ”

The sage said.

Mira was relieved as long as she said this.

Because he said it.

Because he was Henry, and he said so.

If that's the case, then things will definitely go in a good direction.

That's the magic of this man.

......

The sky was still not clear, but even the gray light was much better than not being able to reach out and lose your fingers.

Their luck was not terrible, and before the girls woke up, several merchants ran to check on the goods, and the happy look on their faces when they came back gave the answer directly.

"God forbid, intact!" the simple words made even the five people including the little explorer breathe a sigh of relief, but except for Henry and Mira, who were accustomed to this hard life, the other three did not get a good night's sleep on the wet and cold ground.

Margaret woke up with dark circles under her eyes, and coupled with the act of lowering her voice and wiping her tears last night, her eyes are still a little red.

And among the remaining two, even the old butler Ferruccio looked embarrassed, and his original meticulous gray hair was already in a mess, not to mention Filippo.

There were no shrubs under the trees, but there were plenty of spiky grasses that emerged from the cracks in the dirt. The not too thick tarpaulin was not enough to resist their touch, and the young man, who had been exposed to insect attacks before, had spent the night worrying about whether any bugs were going to get into the neckline of his trousers, and the annoying damp cold in the unprotected wilderness thunderstorm made him miserable.

The annoying stunned green Filippo disappeared, and the hesitant bitter gourd-faced Filippo returned.

Filippo, who showed all his emotions like a child, was an outlier among the nobles of Padrossi, but because of this, he was the most mixed with mercenaries and merchants among the three of them.

But that's the end of it.

Margaret, looking tired, suddenly noticed Mario and several other people surrounding her.

Filippo and Ferruccio instinctively stood in front of her, and the aristocratic lady's eyes widened in stunned shock, and she looked at Henry and Mira, who only watched silently from the side.

The aristocratic lady had some tears in her eyes, but she then bit her lower lip to control herself, and finally put on a resigned look, waiting for the other party's condemnation, waiting for the end of this adventure - "I'm sorry." "-"Uh-" The girl opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Uncle Merchant said, "Margaret." ”

He called her by her first name.

"We don't deserve to be adults. ”

"Although I can find many, many reasons, such as the ideological contradiction between the aristocratic class and the commoners. I could even list a lot of examples to try to prove that the aristocracy was an incomprehensible person, but that was just passing the buck. ”

"We only have your nobility in our eyes. Without the slightest reservation, he said directly: "When we know that you are a nobleman, and this series of things are caused by you, we all think that it is your fault. ”

"I'm not going to give myself any steps, that's what we think. Mario said this, and the other merchants behind him all nodded in agreement.

"Commoners have always done this, and as long as this matter is related to the nobility, then it must be the nobility who is at fault. ”

"I'm afraid that this matter has been brewing for a long time, but it is better to say that we should have noticed this a long time ago. ”

"Every time we go to that village, we notice the gap between the village chief's family and the rest of the villagers, but because it is profitable, we always hope that this situation will continue forever. ”

"We didn't do anything. ”

"We didn't try to help the villagers. ”

"Not once. Mario said, and the merchants behind him all hung their heads in shame.

"You may be naïve and impulsive, or you may be like the white-haired mercenary lady said, just pure self-satisfaction and ignore the environment. He said, "But you did." ”

"You're different from us, you're different from us adults who have chosen to be smart and look on the sidelines, you did, you helped them. ”

"We know that. ”

"But we still can't hold back, thinking that it's all your responsibility. ”

"Just because you're a nobleman, you deserve to do all this. ”

"We, no, me. He continued: "I have a daughter who is a year older than you. ”

"You are actually very similar to her, both are very kind and good children. ”

"Even if it's not right, even if it's a little impulsive, it's far better than those of us 'smart adults' who choose to look on the sidelines. ”

"And we blame you for it. ”

"You're just a kid. Mario looked at her and said word by word, "A child who has carried too many things." ”

"It's us adults who are incompetent, and we have imposed all the bad consequences on you for the fact that we ignored it because of luck. ”

"We're not worthy to be adults, Margaret. ”

"We should take responsibility and responsibility to guide the growth of our children, but in the end we put all the problems on your head, just because you have the status of a nobleman. ”

"I'm sorry. He took a step back, then bowed deeply.

The other merchants did the same.

This was not the courtesy of the commoners of the empire to the nobility, and if it were to be far more complicated and elaborate than the simple bow, because "the nobility must be made to feel respect from the bottom of their hearts." But it made Margaret feel a greater shock than the rigid mechanical salute.

It's an indescribable emotion.

They did not bow down because of her aristocratic status, but recognized her as a living human being.

Not to the "noble lady", but to the "Margaret".

"I'm going to say it again, I'm sorry. Mira clasped her hands together and nodded, the petite client with black curly hair turned her head from side to side to look at them, she was stunned for a long time and could not say a word, while the white-haired girl put her elbow on the waist of our sage who was holding his hands and looked like he was watching a good show, although she did not say anything, but obviously asked him to do something.

"......" but Henry just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

"Smack!" Mira stepped on his foot, then glared fiercely at the sage.

"I ......"

"Thank you......"

She began to cry again.

"I don't know....... I don't know what to say......." Filippo and Ferruccio put away their vigilant gestures. "Miss......" the young man said as he looked at her, and then snorted and began to sob, perhaps because of the situation.

"Ahh The sharp-eyed white-haired girl noticed all this, and she said this bluntly to the aristocratic youth. "Wow, whew, I didn't cry!" said Filippo with a hard sniff.

"Poof—"

The thin-skinned young man blushed in front of the crowd, but his blow succeeded in making Margaret burst into tears.

"The malice of human nature may make people grow. The rain was getting lighter and lighter, and the light around me was shining brighter again. In the atmosphere that gradually became relaxed, only Mira noticed that Henry was whispering.

But if you don't see kindness, there's no point in growing up, or even continuing to live. There was a complex meaning in his deep, gray-blue eyes, and for a moment, Mira thought she might have seen a color of envy there.

"I'm glad that they are the ones who have chosen the right person this time. Henry said this, and the girl Luoan threw the thought out of the clouds and nodded in agreement.

If you switch to another group of people who are less empathetic, or more prejudiced against the aristocracy, you may be able to get out of hand.

"It's a blessing to have chosen the right person. Henry sighed. "yes, I'm glad too. Mira followed his words, but her eyes were fixed on the sage himself.

"It's time to comb your hair. Henry shrugged, then deliberately reached out to mess up her long gray hair.

"You don't either. The girl said this, and the two of them turned their heads together to walk to the equipment that was set aside.

The last drop of rain fell silently on the tarp, and there was already a lot of stagnant water that had accumulated, creating a lonely ripple.

Dappled sunlight casts through the cracks.

The sky is clear.