You and me under the world tree

"I! I'm a blacksmith!"

The strong man declared loudly again.

It may be because of the drunkenness, his eyes are gradually becoming cloudy, but the memories in it are not false.

And there seems to be no reason for the previous remarks, just want to say so.

"I made a weapon for my good brother's child, hiccup~, and I hope he can hiccup~ and become a great hero! I also hope that they can hiccup safely~, hehehehehe."

He laughed again.

This smile also comes from the heart.

Even though he didn't describe it too much, those people in the tavern felt that they could vaguely see a shadow.

That was the life of the strong man, the blacksmith with mottled spark marks on his arm.

Maybe he doesn't count, and he's not much famous.

However, he has people he knows well and an ordinary but happy life of his own.

And inexplicably, the people in the tavern have a sense of sympathy.

Because we are all ordinary people.

He has his own small ideals, but lives the most ordinary life.

For them, it is a kind of happiness that everyone around them is safe and sound.

Gradually, a slightly warm atmosphere spread.

However, it didn't take long for the atmosphere to be torn apart.

Because it was torn apart by that strong man.

"Hey Hey……"

His laughter echoed.

But with a smile, his expression became ugly again.

"Ugh..."

It could be seen that his remaining rationality was trying to restrain himself, but the sobbing sound continued.

And it wasn't until this time that people suddenly woke up.

Then they realized something.

This man is from Diffenter.

It was a small town in the Netherlands.

And now, even though the town has been rebuilt.

But those who have suffered pain are no longer willing to return to that place.

Because they lost everything there.

It is said that overnight, people who were once acquainted died.

"It's all gone."

At this moment, his voice seemed to be a little choked up.

"A lot of people died, all of them died!"

cried the blacksmith.

"All died, and none survived."

The muddy but blank eyes looked around, and then he lowered his head.

"But those guys don't care about it."

All of a sudden, the people in the tavern felt like something had been stabbed in their hearts.

They clearly knew that what the strong man said was quite dangerous, but they didn't stop him.

Just keep listening.

"Have we sacrificed less? Have we sung less?"

Then, he laughed again.

Suddenly, the entire tavern was chilled.

"We honor them, we worship them, we seek refuge, but we get nothing."

He just walked out staggeringly like this, and the vain footsteps looked like he was about to fall.

"Wait a minute, you'd better sit in the tavern for a while, I have a room above me."

At this moment, the tavern owner couldn't help but speak.

After all, this is Bei'an City, a city bestowed by God.

And above the tavern is the cheapest hotel.

Specially prepared for those who get drunk.

However, the strong man waved his hand and pushed the door open.

'ga'

The wooden door made a sound, and the outside was the dark sky.

The cold moonlight shone on the ground, exuding an inexplicable sense of darkness.

"Who says I'm drunk! I'm not drunk!"

The blacksmith wobbled like that.

"So, compared to those guys who don't care about us at all, why don't we... look more at those who are willing to help us, and even bring benefits to us."

He finally disappeared into the corner of the night, leaving only his voice lingering.

"So, who is it that allows us to hold our heads up high in the face of other people? Who secures our lives?"

The people in the tavern were still immersed in the series of questions.

Although these words are placed in this world, it is completely a kind of rebellion.

However, they seem to have a new idea.

Isn't the answer obvious?

"call……"

The people in the tavern didn't realize that the drunk man who disappeared finally turned into a corner.

His figure gradually disintegrated, and finally became the figure of a man in a black robe.

It's a wizard!

He leaned against the pile of straw, and then reached out to wipe his still cloudy eyes, wiping away the tears.

Then he wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

is true?

or fake?

This kind of thing doesn't seem to be important.

Anyway, under the effect of magic, he was sober.

"Hmph, that's all right."

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Good morning everyone!

In addition, please give me more advice in the new month_(:з」∠)_

Chapter No.17: Studas Difficult to Distinguish between True and False

One after another, many people stayed in the city of Godsend, and the hotels and hotels were filled with people who came here admiringly.

After all, the recent period is extremely important:

Coronation!

Not to mention, the heir of the Gothic Kingdom is still a woman.

Although she herself has been famous from a long time ago.

However, the feeling is still somewhat different after all.

In Midgard, it is rare for a princess to inherit the kingdom.

And even if it is inherited, it should be in a very difficult situation.

After all, there are too few women like Dietrich Dietermadottir who not only made great military achievements, but also used iron and blood to reunify the kingdom.

Therefore, she is bound to attract the attention of others.

Whether it is out of my own curiosity or out of the idea of ​​​​worship.

Everyone wanted to see for themselves the fabled Her Royal Highness Princess and future Gothic King.

It's a bit funny to say, but in this respect.

The identity of a female king seems to be far more attractive than a male king, because the former is rarer.

Although it is not that no one has proposed the concept of equality, and women in the atrium world do have the same rights as men.

However, because of the social development of the kingdom, people's perceptions of men and women are somewhat different after all.

This is caused by the strength, physical fitness and other various differences between men and women from the moment of birth.

But to put it bluntly, there are too few queens with real power in history, so there are problems in this regard.

"I suddenly had such a feeling."

Suddenly, Studus spoke.

At the same time, the other 12 people cast their eyes on him.

The twelve Gothic warriors under the command of the princess.

But of course, now there are only 11 left, because the former chief Wittig has left the team, and the newcomer to the circle is Walter.

He doesn't currently have the title of 'Gothic Warrior', let alone a ranking.

However, this does not prevent them from getting along.

Through his own efforts and his relationship with Altwin and Studus, Walter is trying to integrate into this small circle as much as possible.

Moreover, he can even speak freely.

"What do you feel?"

Before waiting for the characters including weapon master Hiltebrand to speak, Walter asked.

"Well, you shouldn't understand this feeling."

But at this moment, Studus didn't seem to have any intention of answering seriously.

He just elongated his tone slowly, and then laughed again.

"You didn't attend the coronation ceremony a few years ago, did you?"

"Years ago?"

Soon, Walter had feedback from the bottom of his heart.

Although due to frequent wars, the lord kings in Midgard are replaced very quickly.

However, it has been fairly flat lately.