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"A legend about a girl? There's no better bedtime story than this." Old Will's cheerful tone came from the dim darkness, "If I were a hundred and fifty years younger, no, even a hundred Years old, maybe I will lose sleep because of the excitement of this legend."

Barrett didn't know why the middle-aged old mage didn't sit by the bonfire, but by the fir tree a little farther away from the crowd. But he didn't express the slightest doubt about it, and our Nord barbarian managed his curiosity very well.

"The Bay of Pigs has never been short of bizarre legends and rumours, and 'Nora the Eyeless' is just one of them," Barrett said. people."

"Why do you call *** a 'cute'?" The half-elf was puzzled, "Out of courtesy?"

"Polite? Ha, I have to say this joke is funny!" Barrett really laughed out loud, involuntarily. He also heard for the first time that people in the Bay of Pigs have such a thing as 'politeness'.

"A vile liar might be polite, a dirty beggar might be polite, and even a lowly goblin might say 'please' in half-baked lingua franca, but adventurers in the Bay of Pigs never When they chat with you, it's a respect for you not to talk about the women of your relatives." Barrett said, "Of course, they will keep their mouths in front of a mage, but don't expect too much. They can be polite to a bastard."

This does not include me, Barbarian thought to himself. He considers himself a fairly polite person, and that's how he treats everyone.

"Adventurer, this is normal." The half-elf was not surprised by this. "Then why do you use that name?"

"It's a tradition in the Bay of Pigs to call *** 'cute people', and there is a rather interesting story about the origin of this tradition. It's a true story, not a legend. You must listen to it first.. ...." Barrett paused suddenly, then continued, "Listen to this first?"

He suddenly found that he seemed to be more talkative than before. Before, he would not be in the mood to talk about these irrelevant and irrelevant things during the adventure, or even small talk like this.

He will focus on the surrounding environment, and communicate with other adventurers about the next route and plan, and teach the newcomers some skills and experience. Even if the harvest is rich, he will not be distracted at all, because the return The road is more dangerous.

But the people in the 'dirty novel' are not ordinary adventurers, as Barrett can see. The dwarf's perception is even better than his own. The moving fortress of the Ogre Golem is as indestructible, not to mention that there is a mage sitting in the team. .

Although Old Will is a wandering mage, and his robe does not indicate his level like the wizards of the association, he has also studied in the magic association, and his strength should be unquestionable.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and not all mages like to stay under the rules and regulations of the Magic Association.

"Listen to Nora the Eyeless first," said the half-elf. "The night is still long, we can each say one."

Barrett looked at the bonfire and explained the legend, "About Nora, in the legend, this girl lost her eyesight due to an accident when she was very young. Her father was an alcoholic who often beat and scolded Nora and Nora when he was drunk. Her mother. In the end, Nora's mother was unbearable and left alone, leaving Nora alone with her alcoholic father. But that didn't make the girl complain, she was an optimistic and kind girl." Barrett slowly "But life doesn't favor kind people more"

"Especially when there is an alcoholic father," the half-elf interjected. "The alcoholic in the story is always the villain, never an exception, never! Sorry, you go on..."

Barrett glanced at Estelle angrily, "A businessman, a businessman who buys and sells to make a difference, bought Nora from her father with a barrel of rye beer. The price of the wine is not even worth half a gold coin. If the merchant wants Nora to be his wife, the legend will not be passed down among the adventurers. Not surprisingly, although the merchant treats Nora well, he Only treat her as a piece of cargo. The merchant took her in a carriage to the Bay of Pigs, Nora was in the car, groping her head out of the window, letting her long blond hair dance in the wind, she hummed a song softly , in a soft and sad tone:

'I want to weave a beautiful woolen rug;

It should be bluer than a clear sky;

Gentle lamb, please grow up quickly,

Only when the carpet is woven can I express my heart;

People should be wary and understand the despicableness of the world,

But before my eyes, there is only the thick darkness;

The rose bush cut my heart,

There is a little sadness but also a little joy;

If, indeed, there is an afterlife,

I just want to be a worm and firefly,

In the lightless darkness,

Bring yourself a little light...'"

"With the song, the merchants let Nora into the thorn tent in the Bay of Pigs." Barrett continued, "Sometimes weak things provoke a desire for protection, and other times, they arouse people's hearts. The tyranny. The businessman is very smart, and he uses Nora's blindness as a novelty selling point, allowing adventurers to unleash the devil in their hearts..."

When he said this, he hesitated again, "There have been several versions of the legend here, and everyone has a different plot when they tell Nora was ravaged. In fact, it is because of these plots that the legend spreads. "

"If you don't know how to say it, we can skip this paragraph." Old Will's voice came from the darkness.

Barrett coughed to ease the awkward atmosphere, and continued, "Over time, Nora has earned hundreds of times the price for the merchants when she was sold, while she herself has been ravaged for a long time. , was dying. The businessman's investment was rewarded handsomely, and he left with a full load of gold coins, leaving Nora alone in the dark gray tent, and let other lovely people take care of it..."

"Death is sometimes a relief. As she was dying, Nora suddenly came out of the thorn tent alone. The thorns cut her pale skin, and the bright red blood kept flowing. She staggered forward in the Bay of Pigs, Everyone looked at her in astonishment, but no one wanted to step forward to help her. Either she was guilty or guilty, no one could tell clearly."

"Until, Nora met a high-level mage who came to the Bay of Pigs by accident." Barrett said this, and paused again, as if recalling, "The original version of the legend said that Nora encountered a A legendary mage, but later people thought it was impossible for a noble and powerful legendary mage to come to the Bay of Pigs, so they changed it to a high-level mage. In short, she met a mage."

"The mage asked Nora, 'What do you want? Revenge on your father, the businessman, or those who have ravaged and hurt you?'..."

"Wait, how did he know about those things, I mean that mage, he inquired about it in advance?" the half-elf asked.

"How do I know, that's what the legend says." Barrett spread his hands, looking like he didn't want to listen. He didn't like the feeling of being repeatedly interrupted in his storytelling.

The half-elf shrugged his shoulders and gave an apologetic expression.

"The mage's words surprised the adventurers in the Bay of Pigs, but no one dared to step forward to tell half a sentence." Barrett continued, "Nora's eyes looked into the void, her voice weak and calm, she whispered to the mage. "Those people, sometimes tell me things around them, there seems to be a place called the Misty Forest, which devours those people's friends, relatives, and even themselves. Those who have lost their souls will vent while they are Crying, sadness, and hesitation. At that time, I was thinking, how good would it be if there were no misty forest...'."

The barbarian touched the hard stubble that had just grown on his head and sighed, "Since then, there has been a new kind of bug in the misty forest with a golden head, a dark gray carapace, but no eyes... ..."

After the story was told, silence followed.

After a long while, Estelle pouted gracefully, "If it wasn't spread among adventurers, it must have another ending."

The end of revenge? Barrett added in his mind, but didn't say it.

He saw the dwarf put the beetle back on the ground and let her **** and disappear into the darkness.

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