Open Your Quest Log

"Do you know a young man named Marcy?" the man asked while standing at the door. He curled the beard on his chin with some cracked fingers, made those white beards into small curls, and then smoothed them out.

Marcy? Barrett looked for the name in his mind, "Sorry, I don't remember seeing this person." Barrett tried to make his voice as polite as possible, "If that person had been to the Bay of Pigs, he might have used another name. , or should I say, a nickname."

"Yes, nicknames. Adventurers there like to call others nicknames." The man nodded, "My previous nickname was called 'Water Bag', which was not a prestige one, but it was appropriate. Because every time the team stopped to rest When I go to the stream, I fill everyone's water bags with water."

The man blocked the door and said, "It's not a good job, you know, every source of water in the forest is dangerous, I once saw a big bear covered in armor by the stream. Drinking water, the monster is less than five meters away from me, I can even smell the stench from it clearly. But the strange thing is that the guy didn't attack me, maybe it's full, maybe it can't see Who knows how many pounds of meat on my body."

His eyes looked into the distance, "Believe me, that bear is wearing iron armor, not bone or resin, although the forest is dimly lit, I can never see it wrong at that distance. The armor has artificial traces, you can't expect a four-legged bear to forge the armor and put it on himself. There are too many evil things in the misty forest, but I don't believe a bear can do that, jackal Humans can't do it, although they have the word 'man' in their names, they are just beasts walking on two legs, like orcs."

"You're right, like an orc!" Barrett nodded, "but that bear, people call that kind of creature an armored bear. Some people think that it is a magical creation that has escaped the control of the mage, but how did it come about? , but no one can say it clearly. There are too many things in the foggy forest that cannot be explained clearly, and sometimes when an accident occurs, it will feel normal."

Wouldn't it be better if we could go in and sit down and talk, Barrett thought to himself.

The man nodded again, "There's some evil in that place, but there are always people who want to get in there desperately. I am, you are, and so are Andrew and Carey, but you and I both came out alive, and Andrew and Carey stayed there." He sighed, "By the way, that young man named Marcy also stayed in the forest. He is the only son of the Reed family at the other end of the village."

"The foggy forest is a dangerous place, and many people fail to come out every year," echoed Barrett. Among these people, most of them are young people, because they have dreams and are fearless, but these can't be walked as them Reliance in the Misty Forest.

"To be honest, I don't like that young man. His laughter is too ugly. If you have heard it, you will never forget it." The old man said, "How can someone laugh like a cat is **?"

'Cat laughs'! A name popped into Barrett's mind, causing him to feel dizzy. Is this the hometown of 'Cat Smile'? Damn, what a coincidence?

Is this old man's good intentions a conspiracy? Barrett looked around subconsciously. He suddenly panicked, but he didn't find anyone with a weapon who wanted revenge.

I didn't kill that young man! Barrett shouted in his heart that he was too far from the bonfire and was dragged into the darkness by a pair of green claws. I told them not to go out of the campfire even if it was convenient to get up at night, but he fell asleep and the person on duty did not remind him. Although I was awakened by his shouting, I chased out immediately and chased the monster away, but the young man's neck had already been bitten in half by the monster.

If there was anything that would make Barrett, who was used to seeing life and death, feel a little guilty, it could only be the people he had taken to the forest but never brought back, and the relatives of those people.

The old man seemed to see the strangeness of Barrett, "Why, do you remember?"

Barrett hesitated, and finally decided to tell the truth, "He was on my team, we went to the Misty Forest together, but I didn't bring him out."

Maybe I should get out of here and sleep in the wilderness. He somewhat regretted coming to this village.

"I'll just say your name is so familiar, old Reed says his son died at the hands of a man named Barrett. Old Reed used to say it a dozen times a day, but now it's better. "The man said indifferently, "You have to know that there are not many people named Barrett here. It sounds like a Nord name."

He turned around and entered the house, and waved to the "uninvited guest" in the village again, "Come in, don't worry, no one will do anything to you, this village is full of honest farmers, and most of them are the farthest. I've only been to Galano, and probably only once in a lifetime."

The man looked back and saw that Barrett was still standing at the door, "Just tie the horse to the corral, and my daughter will feed you some hay when she comes back." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the side room. " Do you drink rye beer or apricot wine?"

Barrett stood at the door and sighed, followed the man's instructions and tied the horse to the corral, and then strode into the house.

Directly opposite the door is a rather spacious hall with a long oak dining table in the center of the hall. Behind the dining table is a fireplace raised out of stone and clay, apparently brick is a rarity in the village.

On the table above the fireplace are two copper candlesticks with butter candles and a small ornament made of fish bones. There is also a jet black iron drill for playing with the flame and a large and a small rubbed bright iron on the side. spoon.

On the right side of the hall is the stairs leading to the second floor, while the left side seems to be the kitchen. The old man's voice sounded from the kitchen, "I suggest you have some green apricot wine, which I brewed myself. The green apricots are taken from the old apricot tree in front of the door. To be honest, the tree is older than my grandfather's age. Great, if he lives to this day."

The old man walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of apricot wine with a sealed lid, and two ordinary glass cups. After placing the wine and wine glasses on the dining table, he turned around and entered the kitchen.

"My daughter won't be back in a while, we'll wait while drinking." The old man walked out of the kitchen with another plate of food, "Don't look at me, I don't know how to cook anyway."

On the plate were a few slices of cheese with mildew spots, a pile of diced turnips, a few purple carrots, and a handful of wild plums.

The old man opened the wine bottle and poured a full glass for everyone. A fresh and sweet fruity fragrance immediately diffused into the air, instantly awakening people's spirits.

"Sit." The old man put a cup in front of Barrett. "You are too tall. If you don't sit down, you will always feel oppressive."

Barrett sat down according to the words, "Thank you for your hospitality," he raised the glass, took a sip, and then took a big sip. The taste of the wine was refreshing, sweet and sour, with a little bit of bitterness unique to green apricots. , "I don't know your name..."

"Francis." The old man also took a sip of wine, then picked up a purple carrot and chewed it, "You can call me Frank. My wife prefers to call me 'Fran' when she is alive, But that's a woman's name, ha, God knows what she thinks."

Barrett didn't know how to take it. He picked up a turnip and chewed it in his mouth to hide his speechlessness. But Frank was very talkative, and before Barrett could speak, he went on talking to himself.

"Well, the old Reed family is also unlucky. In addition to Marcy, his family used to have a son, but that child died when he was 4 or 5 years old. Although Marcy's child is not likable, he has a bad personality. It's not bad, but unfortunately he always wants to go out and have a look~www.readwn.com~ just like me back then. And this village is still too close to the misty forest, there are adventurers running to that evil place everywhere , Everyone keeps saying 'gold coins' and 'getting rich', but there are only a few who can really get rich like you."

As long as you know a little bit about it, you will know that Barrett's equipment is very valuable. Not to mention anything else, just talking about the unique color of petrified cowhide and the fine scaly leather on the surface, even the farmer knows that this is a rare good thing.

Such a topic made Barritt a little embarrassed. He still didn't know how to pick it up, so he picked up another wild plum and put it in his mouth. Like apricot wine, plums are cold and should have been stored in storage rooms or cellars before.

Fortunately, similar topics did not continue, and while Frank was drinking, he told Barrett about his previous adventures. There was no lack of boasting in what he said, because Barrett was an old hand, and he only had to listen to the details to understand what was really going on.

However, he handled the topic of adventure with ease, and Barrett echoed the man's words and complimented him at the right time; occasionally he talked about his extraordinary past in an understated tone. Frank's eyes lit up when he heard those deeds, and he was amazed. It can be seen that this elderly man still misses the adventurous life of the past.

After a while, the sky was a little dark, and the bleating of the sheep was heard outside the house. A clear female voice was scolding the sheep to return to the pen, and she expressed her curiosity about the horses tied outside the corral.

"Dad, whose horse is this?" a female voice shouted from outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a girl with red hair walked in from outside.

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