Dark clouds covered the sky and drizzling rain fell crookedly. The mountain in the distance was covered in fog. Only the foot of the mountain could be seen, but the top could not be seen.
There was an ordinary village at the foot of the mountain. Large patches of farmland were scattered here and there. The villagers wore bamboo hats and tight clothes as they stood in the misty fields. The place with more houses was the center of the village. When the farmers were busy, they would let their children come to a private school here and an old woman would teach them how to read.
She always smelled of garlic and some herbs, but the children did not hate her because she often told them stories that interested them.
"Three years ago, the greatest hero in human history, Amihu, passed away. He held back the demon army by himself. That day, the world was dark and the world was dark. His sacrifice gave humans a chance. Under the leadership of the Adventurer's Guild, the armies of the various empires sneaked into the enemy's rear and gave them a heavy blow. In the following year, the demons were unable to catch their breath. "
The old woman sat on a wooden recliner and the children sat around her, listening to her story.
"I know! I know! This was the plan proposed by the guild's president, Miss Rayle Phoenix! She is the smartest and bravest woman in the world. "
A little girl without front teeth stood up excitedly. She had two ponytails, one long and one short. The most eye-catching thing was the butterfly hairpin in her hair, which was given out by the Adventurer's Guild.
"The seventh hero, Klaus, was much stronger than her. He killed the elemental demon!"
Another child shouted. Soon, the room was filled with children shouting at the top of their lungs. They were divided into two factions. One faction, which was mostly girls, supported the Adventurer's Guild. The other faction, which was supported by the Adventurer's Guild, was supported by the Adventurer's Guild.
The old woman seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and her ears were not very good. Even if everyone was shouting in her ears, she was indifferent.
Her attention was on the room, on the child who was different from the others. He was not young and seemed to be ten years old this year. He was different from the other children in that he was exceptionally quiet. His clothes were tattered and his pants were full of patches.
Even in the village, other children despised him for being dirty. He was always dirty.
Moreover, he kept looking outside the door. He sat on the ground and looked outside the open wooden door.
This house was originally a small temple, but people could no longer remember what god used to live here. Over time, they emptied it and used it as a place for children. Since there were no windows, if the door was not opened, it would be very dark inside. In such a remote place, there was no luxury to light a lamp during the day.
In fact, he was not the only one who had the habit of staring outside the door. When it was close to dusk, all the children would lean against the door and stare outside, waiting for their father or mother to come and pick them up. At this time, they would hope that their parents would come earlier. When they saw their parents, they would run out happily. Then, the children in the house would become fewer and fewer, and the sky would become darker and darker.
When it was late for a certain period of time, the children began to feel disappointed and sad. At this time, when their parents came to pick them up, they were no longer as excited as before. Some even became angry because of this. When the sun went down and the old woman lit the lamp, many timid children would cry, thinking that their parents had abandoned them. Other children who were slightly stronger would also be affected and could not help but cry.
Only the ragged child always had a heavy heart, as if he was unhappy. Moreover, he was always the last one to leave.
His father would come back from the field very late. The man was even dirtier, and his clothes were even more old and tattered. Then, the little boy silently walked out and left with him.
The old woman heard some rumors about him from the village. Out of pity, she paid special attention to him.
On this ordinary morning, a white-haired woman suddenly came to the village. She held a huge potato leaf as a fan and walked on the muddy village road. She was very special, very special. There were very few strangers in the village. Even traveling merchants were not willing to come to such a remote place, let alone travelers.
Therefore, she attracted the attention of all the children. They all leaned against the door and looked at the beautiful big sister who was wearing strange clothes. She was tall and had an unusual head of white hair. Everyone's attention was attracted by her white hair, including the little boy.
"Don't block the door! Go back to your seats! "
The old woman shouted. She stood up from her chair. For a remote village, strangers were unexpected events. Even the adults would be nervous.
At this time, the other party also turned around and looked at the crowd. It was unknown which naughty child said, "She's going to eat people!" The other children squeaked a few times and ran happily back into the house.
Only one boy was still standing in front of the door.
The old woman leaned on her walking stick and came to the door. She stretched out a hand that was like a tree root and touched the boy's head.
"You've seen enough. Go back and do your job. Only a hooligan would stare at a girl."
She said. The little boy blinked and looked at the stranger. The other party raised the leaf. When he saw the other party's face, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
At that moment, he seemed to understand what the old woman meant by beautiful.
The white-haired woman had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Moreover, her face was different from everyone in the village. He did not know how to describe it. It was a feeling that made his heart pound.
She walked over. The little boy silently took a few steps back. The old woman guarded the door and looked at the travelers outside.
"Hey! Girl, where did you come from? "
The old woman waved at the other party. The latter came under the eaves.
"Hello, old woman. Where is this place?"
Her voice was very pleasant, but there were always children imitating others.
"What? I can't hear you clearly. Speak louder. "
The old woman could not hear clearly. This was an old problem of hers.
"Where is this?"
The other party spoke a little louder, but the boy knew that this volume could not be heard by the old woman.
"This is North Fu Village."
He suddenly spoke. The other party looked at him. The boy nervously 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 her words, the boy suddenly widened his eyes and took a deep breath.
"What? I'm sorry, my ears are not working well. "
The old woman said.
"Grandma! She's an adventurer! She's here to help us! I'll take her to see Uncle Huo! "
The boy shouted into the old woman's ear. The old woman heard him clearly. She looked at the white-haired woman with a strange look.
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