Dark clouds filled the sky, and the drizzle fell crookedly. The mountains in the distance were covered with fog. Only the foot of the mountain could be seen, but not the top.
There is an ordinary village at the foot of the mountain. The vast farmland here is scattered with stars. The villagers wearing bamboo hats and tunics are in the misty fields. In the place with more houses, that is the center of the village. When the farmers are busy farming, they will
They sent their children to a private school here, where an old woman taught them how to read.
She always smells like garlic, mixed with some herbs, but the children don't hate her because she often tells stories that interest them.
"Three years ago, Anmihu, the greatest brave man in human history, passed away. He held back the demon army with one person. It was dark that day, and the world was dejected. His sacrifice gave mankind a chance.
Under the leadership of the Adventurer's Guild, the armies of various empires sneaked into the enemy's rear and dealt them a heavy blow. In the next year, the demons did not catch their breath."
The old woman was sitting on a wooden deck chair, and the children were sitting around, listening to her stories.
"I know! I know! This is the plan proposed by the guild president, Miss Reyelle Phoenix! She is the smartest and bravest woman in the world."
A little girl without front teeth stood up excitedly. She wore two ponytails, one long and one short. The most eye-catching thing was the butterfly hairpin in her hair, which was distributed by the Adventurer's Guild.
"The seventh brave Klaus is much more powerful than her. He killed the elemental demon!"
Another child yelled, and soon, the room was filled with children shouting at the top of their lungs. They were divided into two groups, one group was the Adventurer Guild support group, mostly girls, and the other side was the Brave Support group.
The two sides were arguing non-stop, with no one submitting to the other.
The old woman seemed used to this kind of thing happening, and her ears were not very good. Even if everyone shouted in her ears, she would remain indifferent.
Her attention was focused on the unique child in the room. He was not too young and seemed to be turning ten this year. What made him different from other children was that he was exceptionally quiet and the clothes on his body
It was even more tattered, and the pants were full of patches.
Even in the countryside, other children disliked him for being dirty because he was always dirty.
Moreover, he kept looking outside the door, sitting on the ground, looking outside the open wooden door.
This house was originally a small temple, but people no longer remember what gods lived here before. Over time, they emptied it out and used it as a place to house children. Since there are no windows, if the door is not opened in the house, it will be very crowded.
It's dark, and such a remote place doesn't have the luxury of lighting up lights during the day.
In fact, he is not the only one who has the habit of staring outside the door. When dusk approaches, all the children will lie by the door, staring outside, waiting for their father or mother to pick them up. At this time, they will hope that their parents
They would come early, and when they saw their parents, they would run out happily. Then there would be fewer and fewer children in the house, and the sky would get darker and darker.
When a certain amount of time is late, the children begin to feel lost and sad. At this time, when their parents come to pick them up, they are no longer as excited as they were earlier. Some will even be angry about it. If the sun goes down, the old lady will
When the lamp is lit, many timid children will cry, thinking that their parents have abandoned them. Other children who are slightly stronger will be affected and can't help crying.
Only the shabby child always seemed worried and unhappy, and he was always the last one to leave.
His father would come back from the fields very late. The man was dirtier and his clothes were older and tattered. Then the little boy walked out silently and followed him.
The old woman heard some rumors about him from the village, and out of pity, she paid special attention to him.
On this ordinary morning, a white-haired woman suddenly came to the village. She held up a huge potato leaf as a fan and walked on the muddy village road. She was very special, very special. There were very few in the village.
When a stranger comes to visit, even traveling merchants are reluctant to come to such a remote place, let alone travelers.
So she attracted the attention of all the children, and they all lay at the door, looking at the beautiful big sister wearing strange clothes. She was tall and had unusual white hair, and everyone was attracted to her white hair.
Note, including the little boy.
"Don't block the door! Go back to your place!"
The old woman shouted, and she stood up from her chair. For a remote village, strangers were an unexpected event, and adults would also feel nervous about it.
At this time, the other party also turned around and looked at everyone. Some naughty child said, "She's going to eat people!" The other children screamed a few times and ran back to the house happily.
Only one boy was still standing in front of the door.
The old woman came to the door with a cane. She stretched out her hand like a tree root and touched the boy's head.
"You've seen enough. You should go back and do your best. Only gangsters would stare at girls."
She said, and the little boy blinked. He looked at the stranger, who raised the leaf. When he saw the other person's face, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
At that moment, he seemed to understand what the old lady meant by beauty.
The white-haired woman had a pair of beautiful blue eyes, and her face was different from everyone else in the village. He didn't know how to describe it, it was the kind of feeling that made his heart beat loudly just by looking at it.
She came over, and the little boy took a few steps back silently. The old woman stood guard at the door, looking at the travelers outside.
"Hey! Girl, where did you come from?"
The old woman waved to the other party, who came under the eaves.
"Hello old lady, where are we?"
Her voice is very nice, but there are always children imitating others.
"What? I can't hear you clearly, please speak louder."
The old lady can't hear clearly, which is a long-standing problem of hers.
"Where is this?"
The other party was a little louder, but the boy knew that there was no way for the old man to hear clearly at this volume.
"This is Beifu Mountain Village."
He suddenly said, the other person looked at him, and the boy was so nervous that he held the door frame.
"Oh, thank you. I heard that adventurers are needed here. Do you know where the client is?"
The white-haired woman asked. After hearing what she said, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.
"What? Sorry, my ears are not working properly."
The old lady said.
"Po! She is an adventurer! Here to help us! I will take her to see Mr. Huo!"
The boy shouted into the old man's ear, and the old man heard clearly. She looked at the white-haired woman with a strange look in her eyes.