A petite figure in a brown robe stopped in front of a three-story wooden building. Her face was hidden by the hood. She raised her head slightly and looked at the metal sign hanging high.
The sign is engraved with a sword, a shield, gold coins, and eight stars surrounding it. Those are the symbols of the "Adventurers Guild".
As the main city of the Roland Federation, Moonsong City always seems to be full of vitality. With a spring-like climate all year round, there is never a lack of tourists and merchants here. At the same time, as the source of "Guild",
There are also many mercenaries, wanderers, troubadours, and young people who call themselves adventurers who use this place as a stop on their journey.
She opened the door and walked into the house. The young man in front of the reception desk raised his head and she waved to him.
"I'm here to find Feist," she said softly. "We have agreed long ago."
"Hmm...?" The young man remembered what the Elna people had told him a few days ago, and his face showed curiosity that suited his age, "Mr. Pfister is inside. Madam, what is your name?"
The woman gently opened her hood, revealing a shiny silver short hair and a face that looked to be no more than 20 years old. This color did not belong to the Kamal people, but she also had no obvious Elna characteristics. Both ethnic groups
Mixed-race children are not uncommon in the world. As for those who can be named...
"Halantia Silver Moon." The woman's answer confirmed the young man's guess, and her next words surprised him, "Would you like to go have a drink together, Allen?"
"Eh!? Well, I'm still at work and I can't drink..." The boy was incoherent for a while.
The woman seemed not to let him go. She stared closely at the boy's face, with a flash of light in her eyes. "Juice is no problem. I just got here today. Can you introduce me to the most famous tavern here?"
"Well, Ms. Silver Moon -" the young man took a deep breath to calm down, "morning is not the time for drinking, please allow me to refuse. Mr. Pfister is waiting for you."
The woman smiled, and the slightly delicate atmosphere immediately melted away. She touched the boy's head, completely ignoring that the boy was more than ten centimeters taller than him. "He is a good boy. This time, it is a private matter."
Is that the "second one" of the church? She doesn't look scary, and she's a little cute. The boy thought as he watched her walk towards the back room. But how did she know my name?
"Long time no see, Captain."
The man who was meditating at the table stood up. Hearing the voice of the visitor, his frown relaxed slightly. He has what is jokingly called a 'protective color', the typical emerald green color of the Elna tribe in the south, and is somewhat neutral.
A handsome face.
"Heh...it's true that I haven't heard this title for a long time. Welcome back, our little witch."
It was originally a bit rude to call a Templar such a knight. But not only did she not take it seriously, she also asked the church to change her nickname to "Silver Witch" - in her words, "Anyway, friends and
My enemies are calling me that, why not make it more formal?"
That is exactly her character. Ninety-four years old is still a young age for a mixed-race child of the Elna tribe, but her actions always make people wonder whether her parents were still young when they gave birth to her.
A little bit of Ite blood was mixed in.
"I thought you would be the last one to come." The two hugged each other gently for a moment, "Have you gone to visit the others?"
"Of course." Hylancia fiddled with her forehead, "It's inconvenient not to be able to use teleportation magic. I can feel the hard work of the 'ancients'."
Then her voice deepened.
"Larum is still guarding the village and doesn't want to leave. I tried to persuade him, but it's no use."
"Barak was awarded the position of general by the empire, but now he has nothing to do."
"As you know, grandpa, he is still the dean of the college. He said he wants to see his first batch of students graduate... and so on."
"Hughes... seems to have joined a secret society and has no idea what he plans to do."
"As for Bayard, he locked himself up and I can't find him."
The sound stopped, and there was a subtle silence between the two.
"...Where is she?" Feist asked softly, his voice trembling a little.
Helencia sighed.
"As for little Eileen... there is no definite news." She paused, "But she is still alive. Leonos told me."
"It's okay to live. It must be okay." Pfister smiled silently, "We, the members of the Brigade, will never give up easily."
"...Miracles will definitely accompany us, right?"
The two looked at each other and smiled, but there were many unexplainable meanings in their smiles.
There was one person whom they tacitly agreed not to mention because that was her wish.
"Let's not talk about this." Helencia took a deep breath and crossed her hands behind her head, "You have gained a good 'student', Captain." She deliberately emphasized two words.
"Let me guess, it's not what you said, fifty years ago -"
"I really can't hide it from you." Feist said with a wry smile, and then his expression became serious. "I am half responsible for her affairs. I must take good care of her."
This man was like this. He cared about all the friends he recognized and valued everything about them more than himself. That's why everyone at that time always took his opinions as the leading factor. Later, when "Brigade" fell apart, I'm afraid it had a negative impact on his
It also has the biggest impact.
At least until you come back, I will take good care of him, little Irene, don't worry. Helencia swore to her good friend in her heart.
"I gave her grandpa's 'work'. It is enough to accompany her for a lifetime, maybe even longer." Helencia looked out the window, her crystal-clear pupils rippled, reflecting the rising morning light. She pulled
He picked up the man's hand and blinked his eyes to let the fog in front of his eyes dissipate.
"Now, let's go have a drink before they get here."