Wizard From Afar

The hot sun hangs in the sky where no clouds can be seen. The air seems to have no trace of water. The fallen leaves are surrounded by disturbing flies, "weng weng" The shouting seemed to be audible to the whole world.

The little attendant stood in the middle of the road, while measuring the dilapidated and withered village in front of him, while patiently listening to the verbose village chief mumbling with him.

"Uh, I understand--all in all, a group of robbers are coming to rob you, right?" There was a patient smile on the little attendant's face, but he interrupted and wanted to continue. Village chief: "When the time comes, you can hide in the house and don’t come out. Let us do the rest."

"Also, although my Master Knight is very happy to help you , But it’s definitely not free."

"Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Good people like you will definitely be blessed by the Holy Cross. My dead uncle often... …" The deeply grateful village chief kept bowing and thanking him, as if he hadn't heard what he said at all, and wanted to fool the matter.

Well, at least I reminded...The little attendant shook the head helplessly, turned around and walked to the sleepy Old Knight riding on the horse: "Master Leonardo, they agreed. "

The Old Knight who heard this seemed to have just woke up. He got off his horse back sleepily, and moved towards the village with his wine bag, leaving only one sentence: "Remember to lead the horse." Each minding their own business left.

The little attendant who scratched his head shrugged his shoulders, and dragged the old horse gasping for breath behind him and walked towards the village. It seemed that this kind of thing was not the first time. Under the messy ponytail hair, there was a face that couldn't be more ordinary. Only those eyes, which were as dark as his hair, gave him a little strange feeling.

In a sense, it’s true, it’s just farther away than the "foreign country"-even though it is a very distant thing for the little attendant, he still remembers that he was from another country. One world, another completely different world came here.

But what is going on? Maybe it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I had appeared in this world alone, and then I was met by Old Knight Leonardo and became a "white pick" attendant.

The little attendant who has been wandering around with Old Knight for two or three years knows very well that if he leaves alone, he will either be eaten by wild beasts or monsters in the wilderness, or be chopped off by robbers.

Leonardo is a vagrant Knight-of course, this is just a nice saying, in fact it is no different from a vagrant or a mercenary. There is no source of livelihood and no other means of earning a living. He can only wander around on a thin and small old horse, eat with a sword and live a precarious life.

In order to avoid the two people being hungry together, with some memories of the past, the little servant who is still good at communication even had to start to be an "intermediary" and negotiate terms for Old Knight Leonardo. , And the other party seems to be happy too.

And this time...Although the little attendant didn't believe the village chief's words from the bottom of his heart, he still had to agree to the party's entrustment-otherwise, both of them would have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.

Leading the horse to the stable, he skillfully tied the reins to the beams and took off the saddle and luggage-two or three years of circumstances, has allowed him to master everything that an attendant should learn. Especially after having a Knight master with a bad temper.

The sound of Xixi Suosuo's footsteps came from behind, and the little attendant who was just packing his luggage stopped immediately and pressed the right hand on the hilt of the short sword at his waist. Although Old Knight hadn't taught him how to use a sword, the attendant also knew some basics, especially after he found that his perception was quite sensitive.

"cough cough! You are that Lord Knight's attendant, right?" The villager who coughed slightly, sneaking over from the young attendant's back, hunched and seemed a little wary I looked around: "Where did the Lord Knight go?"

"I don't know, I'm just a servant." The little servant shook the head, and the right hand is still on the hilt of the short sword. , But still very politely opened the mouth and said: "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Hey, don't be so nervous, I just want to remind you." The villager smirked. , But looked even more nervous than the little attendant: "Are you planning to spend the night in the village?"

"Of course, is there any other place around here?"

"Then listen to me and persuade the Lord Knight, don't go against the robbers." The villager lowered his voice and stared at the little attendant: "Just right, I didn't see anything. Wait till tomorrow and leave as soon as possible!"

"many thanks for your reminder." The little attendant released the hilt of the sword. He didn't quite understand, but he did not show it as much as possible: "But... …Those robbers are going to rob you, maybe they will kill people, don’t you care at all?"

"That’s nothing else, we are so fate." The villagers pretended not to care. Said: "Furthermore, what can you do if you drive them away? Wouldn't there be other robbers here?"

He didn't tell the truth. This was the first feeling of the little attendant. , But I don’t have any reason to refute, and if I press on, the other party will definitely not answer myself, so I nodded: "Well, I will convey what you said, but whether he listens to it is another time. It’s up."

"Thank you, but this is also for your own good." The villager was nodded, pretending to be calm and stretched out his right hand: "My name is Martin, what is your name?"

p>

"Just call me Loren." The little attendant shook hands with him, and continued busy packing his luggage, but the corner of his eye never left the "Martin". The villagers looked around, sneaking away, and soon disappeared from Loren's vision.

What is hiding in this village, or what secret? The diametrically opposite attitudes of the old village chief and the villager named Martin towards the robbers made Loren feel a little unnatural.

Perhaps it was a complete mistake to agree to the village chief? Although it would be nice to be able to live in a house with a roof for one night, if you take unnecessary risks, you have to consider it again.

Loren is quite satisfied with his condition. Although he wanders around with Old Knight all day, at least he doesn’t have to worry about the mortal danger, and he doesn’t need to think about his livelihood-if he can, he still hopes Can maintain the status quo as much as possible, rather than change anything.

Loren moved towards the church in the middle of the village with luggage. This is also the only decent place in the entire wild dog village. It is actually a small sect church made of stone. But apart from the statue of the Holy Cross placed in the center of the church, there is not even a priest.

Old Knight was sitting on a chair in the church, drinking the wine he brought, with food from the old village chief next to him, and his gray beard was dyed pale-yellow by the wine and breadcrumbs. The sword was on his lap-even though he was resting, Old Knight was still on guard.

"Why did you spend so long?"

"Nothing, just met someone in the stable." Seeing Old Knight frowned, Loren explained, and then Take the opportunity to tell the story from beginning to end when it just happened.

at first Old Knight was still listening carefully, but quickly waved his hand dismissively: "There is nothing at worst. I see a lot of this kind of country stupid. It's just a coward. Don't worry about anything!"

Old Knight sarcastically mocked, so that Loren could only go along with nodded, but still cautiously reminded: "But... don't you think this is weird at all? "

"Weird fart, I think you just think too much!" The drunk Leonardo took another sip: "You guy who doesn't know where is good, just like crazy thinking, if If you are as timid as you, then you just want to be Knight!"

"I see..." Loren gave up on persuading, obviously no matter what he said, his own A Knight master doesn't take seriously, so I can only keep it in my heart and be as careful as possible.

Old Knight leaned aside, closed his eyes and took a nap. Only Loren stood alone at the door of the church, looking at the sun in the sky that was still shining.

He has a hunch that tonight will probably be very long.