In a dim, dusty little company.
The melody of a tri-string instrument (Rebek) echoes along with the sound of a flaming fire that can be played.
... At the end of his first mouth, Bi spins a good word about Yingjie, who appears.
I wonder if it's comfortable.
Somewhere, I feel like I'm floating.
Proud, happy, nostalgic...
"Born in the south, the baby.
The stars descend from the constellation of male lions (Leo) when the barbarians of the soil give their voices.
The baby is long and sturdy, and the devil's sword is trained by a meteor.
"Male Lion," "Star Sword," "Mercenary Swordsman," "War Son"... "War Ghost (War Ouga)" Blood.
The blood wind blows, and the roaring lion roar. "
My heart dances.
Brad, I didn't tell you anything about myself.
Right. With that background, is that the kind of sword that was?
"On the islands of the Middle Sea, there are young children who are close to the Word.
Confound and retreat the swarm of bandits attacking your hometown with mist. The wise man of time invites the prodigy to the school building.
The College of the Wise One, running up to fly a step, "In the school forest, there is no truth" and throwing it under his feet.
Wilderness Traveler, Uncrowned Sage, Running Water, Windy Wind... Wandering Sage Gus.
The world doesn't know the name of it. That deep heart, who knows? "
Do you know the name of Augustus?
Speaking of which, Gus said that some wizards who use Words consider their names to be powerful Words as well, and that some people name their nicknames and initials.
Then when you were with me, you probably had a real name because you died and stopped paying attention to the neighborhood.
"There's no such thing as a raw country. Be the witch princess of this land, or the princess of this land.
What if it were a fresh green essence, the eyes of a gathering and glittering emerald, and the glow of heaven, and the hair of coagulation?
Sooner or later, how should we doubt the divine soul of the goddess?
The Virgin of the South, The Maiden of Fatal Integrity, The Carrier of Grace, The Little Flower... The Beloved Daughter of the Mother God (Martels Doter) Marie.
And the fierce beast shall drip, and his merciful white hand shall be a flash of darkness. "
... Marie seems to have an unknown background and probably a noble one.
Sure, that elegance reminds me of the noble exit, but Marie said, "No, it was Cold Village, wasn't it? Even if they say," I'm convinced.
'Cause Marie liked garden tease, and she liked to sprinkle grasshopper seeds.
Beside that temple, in the spring, flowers bloom...
"- Not now, days are long gone."
Three voices. The expression. The words.
I floated in my back of my brain and my tears were all over me.
"Whoo-hoo. I have so many thoughts about going home.
However, with the wind you can blow away, I'll play it aloud - "
The Medal of War poem has begun.
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Brad was originally a wandering mercenary swordsman.
Although the Great Union Age was more or less a peaceful time, there were still many battles around the border.
Demons, warcraft, or humans, with their necks in various feuds, earned a dime, and one of the savages who burns his life in the battle of the moment was Brad.
... Speaking of which, I think I've been given a somewhat realistic, late-rotting knife arm lending tip or something. This one.
And one day, in one case, Brad meets Gus and solves it together.
At that time, the savage swordsman learns the way of the wise man, remembers to put his reins on his beastiality, and increases his praise on his sword.
Although it is a song, if the two of them remain the two of my knowledge, I can see the smart but unscrupulous Gus and the surprisingly common sense Brad who follows me as I look back.
The casual journey between two such men continues, and one day, Marie enters.
It seems that the mystery surrounds where that is, what the case is and how it happened.
It's just that Marie establishes a standing position in the party with unexpected behavior and sarcasm - yeah, I can imagine that - and the three people who are matched in ability and character are named after each other as heroes of the border.
Finish that foreword.
With the three of them, one of the many medals, Bi began to hear this part.
- It's a neighborhood village.
There was a flying dragon in the nearby mountain.
Flying Dragon (Wyburn). A flying subdragon with winged arms.
However, there was an academic debate about whether classification would be a dragon species or a warcraft species.
There are no dragon-like forelegs, and although it is the dragon-like exhalation (braces) that can vomit, they are smaller than dragons, weaker than dragons, and dumber than dragons.
But it's a threat enough for people. Crusades require troops of a certain size trained.
It's also about attacking the nest. On a flat ground, it is extremely difficult to win against a flying dragon that controls the sky.
On rare occasions, individuals speak dragon language, serve dragons, and are worshipped by lizardmen.
... and what was on that mountain was a beastly flying dragon with little intelligence and no words to speak.
From time to time, Feilong attacked the villages when he was hungry, destroying the livestock and capturing the bull horses.
So the villages consulted each other… once a year, they decided to make sacrifices.
I know. On the border, livestock is higher than people.
And that year, a beautiful half-elf girl was chosen for sacrifice by a certain village.
Ancestors, they were born of human parents.
Naturally, after her mother's infidelity was suspected and quite rubbed, the long-lasting girl created discord from her beauty.
Contempt of envy and jealousy, greedy thoughts of possession, distancing from the discord that rolls......
It was inevitable that the girl had been chosen for sacrifice.
I once heard from three people that it is difficult for a half elf to live on par successfully with a person or mixed with an elf.
Beautiful, highly capable and long-lived. But not as much as an elf.
Stand above nature, or will you be placed below, or will you distance yourself from society and live in hiding?
Too brilliant among people, but therefore too premature among the elves, and therefore difficult to equalize among them.
... Menel's past, if I say so.
The three people who stopped by the village heard the story and said their opinions were broken there.
In the story, Marie insisted on helping, how far would Brad take care of him for helping, and Kane said what he was going to do, and Gus was silent.
Actually, maybe there was something similar and different.
There is a subtle sense of personality in the song, especially around Gus and Brad.
Mainly protective slave attributes.
In the end, Brad gathered the villagers to ask.
We can kill Wyburn, who pays the money?
How about paying the money to kill Fei Long?
Asked so, there was a small blur...... and silence returned.
The villages are turning.
What if it fails and Wyburn becomes helpful and excited?
Or even if it succeeds, it would be enormous if it were a reward to pay an adventurer who could kill Wyburn.
Do you want to help the sacrifice?
Brad tongued at the look and left for the inn.
Again, this is reality, Marie.
There were three visitors that night.
He was a poor serf boy.
Knowing neither courtesy nor manipulation, he said he offered three coins to hang out with.
- Green and blue floating copper coins, two shredded black silver coins.
Wordless, but obviously, was the entire property of a poor boy.
Brad says you're going to let him fight Wyburn in this way.
And, from the side, the gas snapped the coin, shiatsu, and looked at it for a word.
"Ooh, good money. … It's shining."
Looking at a coin that had no shards of glitter, Gus laughed niggly and said so.
… I'm sure it's an actual dialogue.
'Cause I can imagine the sight for me.
"Whew, Marie. Don't you think?"
"Yeah, totally. You got something very good, Gus."
"Uh-huh. This is all I need."
"You have to do your job."
Marie laughed.
Warm, soft.
Brad scratched his head reluctantly.
Damn it, you sweet kids, it's a lost job.
So the boy tells Brad to try.
If it's not enough, I'll pay for it. Even if I'm exposed to you guys, you saw no one with the guts to chase me. Sell anything to the slave traders.
If that's enough, Brad returns a rugged gaze. The boy doesn't look away.
... Brad broke his face.
"What, you have guts. Nari is small, but he's a warrior."
I'm a warrior too. If you're a warrior, you're a warrior who sneaks up on shame and begs for help.
So I don't have a choice, and Brad also spins the boy's head and fishes up the corner of his mouth.
"Do it."
"Yeah."
"Uhm."
And the three challenge the Fei Long.
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The flying dragon flies.
Cut the wind and empty it with my face.
I thought it was time for food to be placed on the plain at the foot.
Fei Long was stupid, but intelligent enough to remember the approximate passage of days and times.
On the plain, there is a crude altar.
At that moment, he tried to mumble as he descended to the sacrifice where he lay his face down wearing a veil.
Flying dragons were bounced off the deployed light wall.
From the vale of sacrifice, the abundant golden hair flows off.
Marie.
At that moment, the gas hidden on the altar unleashes the Qur 'an without interruption.
In an instant, Wyburn, trying to leave the anomaly immediately, is magically brought down his wing leg without being allowed to resist, and falls into the earth.
Wyburn falls with the roar, but his body is tough.
Brad, with his two-handed sword, roared and penetrated as he stood up for his braces at the adversary who suddenly appeared.
Exhalation of flames emitted.
Marie's prayer to pray in the rear protects Brad and scatters everything.
Gas' fingers continued to paint the Qur 'an and did not allow it to fly, and Wyburn, sealed in the sky, stripped his fangs and challenged the adversaries...
And Brad's two-handed sword jumped Wyburn's neck just once.
Besides, Wyburn's neck would have been incredible.
There are only three of them. Three little 'tarts' killed themselves.
Though that consciousness must have quickly dimmed.
Blood erupts and wets the earth.
… the following day, the people of the village who came to confirm the altar of the sacrifice will discover the remains of Wyburn, who was decapitated and stripped of his essential parts.
And with the poor boy, and the half-elf girl, the three went to the city.
They can no longer live in the village.
What do we do? asked Brad.
Do something, the boy replies.
Then take this, and Brad handed him the dagger.
The Word was engraved, a magic dagger.
"Grandpa Gus' Word is inscribed. It's more useful than a half-assed amulet.
If you're a warrior, you can't dress like you don't have one of those daggers. "
"And this, too.
... mind your body. Take care of each other. It will be hard, but please take care of your patience. "
Marie gave the girl the bag.
It was a luminous bag of silver and copper coins.
They both rush to reject each other.
That's more than the reward.
I can't take this stuff.
To those two, Gus shrugged his shoulders.
"Hmm, who said we'd do it? This is an investment, not just a loan."
Lend it to me? And the two with their necks.
"Behold, the LORD liveth diligently, and hoardeth his wealth, and giveth him a name.
You can make people laugh at your name.
When the name comes to my ears, I'll be using them to take out the interest I lent you. "
To that end, let's keep the true name of the eagle, Gus said.
Remember this is the right word.
And the boy and the girl - no one in the world knew the name of the "wandering sage" thing.
The boy and the girl head to the city with their hands in their hands.
The three Yingjie walk down the street in search of a new adventure.
Under the blue sky, Sanyingjie's Fei Dragon Killer's Medal Poem marks the end -
"- And there's an excerpt from this story, right?
And Vi laughed like a prank.
"Of the kingdom of furtile, uncle dagger.
… correctly called the family name "Wizard's Dagger"?
Poiron, and the string rings in the aftertaste.
"The old half-elf grandmother is still waiting for the sage to use her mansion."
It is.
"…… Sage is dead, but one day he may come to know his true name."
What are the three names?
"And I gave myself back my dagger, and the money I had lent me and that interest. And then my husband entrusted me with it."
The three names are ringing.
"-Thank you very much then. Thank you."
Until now, all the time. It keeps ringing.
"This is, that's the story.
The story of the great heroes, which continues to sound now...... is that it? Will, are you crying?
He glanced at his face with his neck hanging open and panicked.
Her face is bright red and her eyes are so moist. We're on the verge of destruction.
"Hey, don't cry. Go! I'm not crying!
"Uh, no, again! Red eyes. Red eyes!
Phew, now you're impressed with this vi sama story!
"No, I'm not, I'm not! But, uh... respect San-yeong-gae..."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Will's name……………."
"Oh, no, I didn't think so. I thought so."
"Ah, well. That 'pseudonym', from Sanyingjie?
"Eh."
Gi, pseudonym!?
"You borrowed your name from a hero because you can't name your original last name or anything! Huh dare!"
"I want to be like them when I stand up as an adventurer. No, you're ambitious."
"Around from the elf flush is noble after all, Koitsu..."
They say they like it.
"Oh, the aftertaste is ruined!
"This is a classic act. You're so impressed. You're crazy."
"What!?
That was the way it was that night, we made a scene with each other in cute words.
As we talked, I felt something warm lit up on my chest.
......... Brad, Marie, Gus.
There are a lot of people in this world who still remember you, besides me.
A lot, I was there.
- I'm so happy about that that I'm crying.