At night, Vincent took off Shelley's eyepatch, and the female drow could finally use her own eyes to appreciate the beautiful scenery around her.

There is not a single cloud in the summer night sky, and the three moons of the world of Blasares hang high in the sky. It happens to be the "big full moon" day of the year, and these three moons are showing off their charm.

Many people say that the moon is actually the source of all mysterious things in the world, and they create many immortal legends in the dark night. People in the countryside always associate the moon with those unexplainable things. Those strange will-o'-the-wisps, inexplicable howls of wolves and strange shadows passing by the sky are all magic created by the moon.

However, as far as Vincent knew, except for those lycanthropes who would change their shapes on full-moon nights and transform into wolves or other animals, the moon had nothing to do with those rural legends.

Shelley was completely attracted by these three bright disks in the sky. She looked greedily at the sky with her purple eyes and murmured to herself. Fireflies stirred up in the grass danced in the night with yellow or white glimmers, blending with the twinkling stars in the sky and forming a silver strip of light, like a ribbon binding the moon.

Shelley was immersed in such beautiful scenery, and no one bothered her. The silence around them affects everyone. Everyone is busy with their own things quietly, unwilling and unable to bear to disturb the moonlit night's sleep.

The jumping bonfire was lit, and the warm light reflected everyone's face. Everyone sat together and stared at the flame burning in the center. Vincent waved his staff, and a beautiful figure appeared on the fire. As the red light danced around him, his graceful figure attracted everyone's attention. The two human ladies were infected and couldn't help but join in the dancing. Hardy picked up a blade of grass, put it to his mouth and played a distant tune. Vincent directed the phantom, his steps matching Hardy's beat.

Mark and Phelps were dazzled by what they saw, while Shelley smiled and admired this rare sight. In the female drow's understanding, magic and divine arts are weapons used to destroy enemies. If they cannot cause damage, it is equivalent to being of no use at all. She had never seen an illusion used like this before. A mage, a powerful man who could even make places like Prudence tremble, uses magic for such pure entertainment. According to the words of the dark elves, it is simply a waste, and people who do this are no different from fools.

"A strong person can do what he wants to do most, and he can always succeed." Shelley looked at the happy people, and the happy and relaxed expressions on their faces were obvious: "So, I like it."

Little Sokka opened his mouth wide and looked at the woman dancing in the fire in surprise. The little angel, who had never seen anything like this before, was so dazzled that he even clapped his hands out of rhythm.

Vincent ended the spell and the bonfire returned to its original appearance, but little Soka jumped up and circled the flame three times: "Brother in black robe, where is that beautiful sister just now?"

"That's just a spell, not a real person." Vincent explained.

"As far as I know, if you want illusions to be lifelike, it's best to imitate things you've seen before." Shelley smiled and said to Vincent, "Who is that woman?"

Vincent looked at the sky and was quiet for a while before saying: "That woman is what my mother looked like when she was young. I added the image of a succubus I had seen before . " He smiled and said: "Being a mage is quite good in this aspect. very convenient."

Phelps wanted to speak several times, but held back. Hardy noticed the halfling's strange behavior and asked him, "Littlefinger, do you have something to say?"

Littlefinger looked at Vincent, thought for a while, and finally made up his mind to speak: "Vincent, Fenton is right in front of you, why don't you go back to your hometown and have a look?"

Vincent didn't answer, but cast his gaze into the deep night. The mountains in the distance didn't seem to block his sight, and the horizon at the end was reflected in his pure black pupils.

"I'm a little afraid to go back." Vincent lowered his head and rubbed the staff in his hand, "Because I am a mage."

"What about mages?" Shelley asked in confusion: "What else is so scary about you mages? Who dares to say 'no' in front of you? I have never seen you do this in front of the Dark Elf Mistress. appearance."

Vincent hesitated to speak, his fine gold fingers kept tapping on the black iron staff , and a monotonous clanging sound filled the air above the camp. After a while, the mage finally said: "I want to go back. I actually really want to go back. So, I hope you will never mention that I am a mage again. Only in this way can I embark on the journey home."

Phelps breathed a sigh of relief. During their adventures, Vincent from Fenton never entered the territory of that country. Whenever he heard about a mission to go there, the mage would resolutely refuse. This surprised all his companions. Every time they asked him about his family, Vincent was always vague. Even to his closest associates, the mage's past life seems like an unsolvable mystery.

The mage chanted a spell, and a circular earth wall surrounded everyone. There was a deep trench outside the wall: "Everyone, go to bed early. The beasts here cannot cross this wall. You will be safe at night."

Everyone looked at the mage and became very interested in his past. With different ideas, everyone fell asleep. The mage was the only one who didn't fall asleep at all. Although his eyes were closed, his discerning eyes were staring blankly at the bright moonlight in the sky. It was as if there was a mysterious magic power on those three full moons, which was tugging at his heartstrings and leading his thoughts to his homeland.

In the east of Fenton, there is a river called "Fengduo". It flows down from the Wujie Mountains and crosses the vast plains, bringing abundant water resources to both sides. Coupled with fertile land and suitable weather, What else can people here ask for? Now is the harvest season. Under the scorching sun, farmers wield sickles, cut off the golden wheat, and pile it into the large barns that have been prepared. The joy of the harvest has diluted the feeling of heat, and their only mood now is happiness and joy.

Along the river, there is a small town called Miska . According to the local language, Miska means "pier". From here on, the Fondo River becomes gentler, with fewer rocks and dangerous shoals. As a result, white sails have become the most famous scenery here, and fishermen are the most common occupation.

The population of this town is not large, and they all rely on the busy dock here to make money. Especially during the harvest season, mountains of grain are taken on flat-bottomed boats from this small port and flow slowly downstream along the Fonduo River. They were either turned into refreshing ale, or sent to the sea and transported to countries other than Fenton. What they got back in exchange were beautiful utensils, beautiful clothes, and wonderful stories about the outside world.

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The residents here live a monotonous but happy life, and maybe they will never see the outside world in their lifetime. According to the Miska people’s own words: “The happy life you expect can be found here, why not stay and enjoy it slowly?”

But today, the city's docks were very quiet. Even though there were so many white sails docking, there was no one accompanying them. There was almost no one in the town, except for a few puppies who were tied up in the yard and unable to leave. They howled in dissatisfaction.

At this time, Vincent and others just arrived here. The mage had already changed out of his black robes on the road. Now he was wearing a large adventurer's costume , but the cuffs and calves were tied tightly, and some cheap clothes were hung on his body. decorations. Now he looks like a concierge of a certain noble, who happened to be passing by here on business.

"Strange, why is there no one here?" Phelps put his hands on his eyes and looked around. However, given his height as a halfling, this action seemed a bit ridiculous.

"Soka, go to the sky and take a look. Where have all the people gone?" Hardy patted the little angel on the head. The latter suddenly flew into the air. After this period of training, little Sokka's flying skills are much better than when he left the Underdark.

Vincent's hand held the staff tightly, and he was very anxious. There is indeed no one under the observation range of the Eye of Insight. The situation made him increasingly uneasy. The mage patted Shelley's hand and motioned for him to follow closely, walking towards the town.

Vincent walked quickly through the streets of this small town, with the others following behind him. Hardy could see that the mage was very familiar with the terrain here. He knew where and what passages there were. Just as he was wondering if this was the hometown Vincent mentioned, he found that he had stopped in front of an old hotel.

The house in front of me is at least thirty years old, and the completely wooden structure has begun to deform due to years of wind and sun. The door and window frames looked crooked, and when the wind blew, the loose door leaf swung and made a "bang" sound, making people feel that it might fall down at any time.

"There's someone over there." Soka landed next to them and pointed his little finger to the west of the town: "I saw a lot of people there. They were gathering together and didn't know what they were doing."

Vincent pulled Shelley and headed west, as if a blazing fire was igniting behind him, urging him to move forward.

The villagers were gathering in a group on the west side of the town, with a heavily armed knight in the middle. They polished their armor until it looked like a mirror , and carried ribbons on their lances. Everyone was silent except for a man in a large priest's robe who stood in the middle and spoke.

This is a Greafury priest, with a white robe that reaches down to his feet. The silver thread decoration starting from the cuffs is inlaid to the collar and feet, dotted with golden dots. The top of the tall round hat depicts the emblem of the sun.

"Today, we are here to commemorate a warrior. He is not a priest of the Holy Greafury , nor a glorious paladin, nor even a believer in the God of Light. But everything he has done will be remembered by us."

"As a priest of the Holy Greafury , I initially questioned whether this kind of funeral was truly meaningful, and whether it was a waste of time to hold such a ceremony for a soul that did not belong to the God of Light. After all, there are still other things in this world. Too many children are living in the shadow of war, and they need saving even more. But I learned from friends, from other pastors what this soul did during his lifetime, and I gave up those doubts. Now, here I am, I am full of confidence because I know that this is definitely the will of the God of Light.”

"We are going through a difficult period now. The enemy wants to tarnish the glory of Greafury . They want to make our statues fall so that we can no longer pray loudly. It all started in Moon Harbor half a year ago, where the enemy Their tricks and iron hoofs won the first victory, and they successfully insulted our undefeated northern fortress. We face that defeat squarely, and we do not shy away from mentioning that humiliation, because we firmly believe that victory will eventually return to our side. "

"In Yuegang City, countless brave warriors dedicated their lives, and their blood spilled on the scorched land. Every inch of the ruins recorded their struggle. Although they were defeated, they still survived. In their hearts, they have never failed. They tell us with their actions that we Greafury people all have glorious and proud souls!"

"Among these souls, there is a very special one. He was not born in the country blessed by the sun god, but in this small town of Fenton. God, how I want to bless this child's birth instead of in his His story was told at the funeral. Vincent Feng Dechilan, this is his name in the Masters Association, a glorious name. As a young man, he left his hometown and appeared on the battlefield to defend Yuegang City. People, knights, what a long distance that is! "

"Mage, this title may make you sneer. A group that once caused disasters. Their pursuit of power has made them no longer believe in the care of the gods. But what I want to say is that among this group of people, there is such a person. Man, he still has faith. Although that faith is not Greafury's , he does believe that justice and kindness will always exist. This is actually no different from our Greafury 's teachings. In every battle against the invaders, he appears on the front line, Every warrior in Hong Kong City knows that there is a mage standing by their side!"

"He did his best to fight alongside us. He burned his young life in a land that did not belong to him, and shed blood for our holy Greafury people. Greafury bless! What kind of spirit is this? Only Only the most devout knights can do this!"

"As I said, due to the enemy's tricks, Moon Harbor City's defense finally failed. Even when the overall situation was determined, he still fought hard. The traitor who betrayed us was hiding in a strong castle. He thought That way you can escape punishment and trial! But our mage friend, our friend Fenton, will severely punish such a murderer."

"In the gorgeous explosion, the sound reached into the sky. The Vincent we are talking about, the mage Vincent dedicated himself there. He used his life to make up for our mistakes, so that our knights no longer have to worry in future battles. The black hand from behind can move forward more bravely!"

"Today we stand here to commemorate this noble soul who came to our friend's aid, and we are not ashamed! For Moonhaven City has returned to the hands of the people of Holy Greafury ! Our heroic knights have proven their glory ! We will eventually win! The glory of Greafury , the god of light , will always shine on us. Today we stand here and can stand upright and face this friend who dedicated his life."

"Fenton's nationality does not prevent us from commemorating him, the title of Master does not prevent us from praising him, and the distance of thousands of mountains cannot prevent us from coming here to mourn him! Let us pray in our own way, may his soul gain eternity Peace, may Greafury accept this righteous and kind soul."

The pastor gave an emotional speech above. The rising and falling sounds echoed over the cemetery. The knights stood upright without any sway. There was no reaction from the townspeople at the funeral. Except for one woman, there was no sound of crying.

Vincent came from a distance and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that all the residents were fine. He didn't hear what the Greafury priest said clearly, so he tugged on the clothes of a town citizen and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you see that there was a funeral going on?" The townsman whispered to Vincent, "Be quiet, there are not many priests of Holy Greafury ."

Vincent yelled and stood obediently at the outside of the crowd. His companions rushed over and gathered around him.

The funeral went on and on, and the lengthy eulogies continued. However, the more the mage listened, the more he felt something was wrong. They seemed to be holding a mourning ceremony for a person with the same name as themselves. He looked towards the center of the field and saw his mother, covered in black veil, slumped on the ground crying, with Lambert and Newton by her side.

"Let us commemorate this mage from Fenton, let us remember his name!" Following the priest's gesture, the Templar knight next to him raised his spear and saluted to the sky. This is the highest etiquette in commemorating the holy friend of Greafury .

When the woman saw this scene, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and fainted.

"Mom!" Vincent yelled, and the strong air flow suddenly dispersed the crowd blocking him. The mage ignored the people staggering around him, threw Shelley away, and stepped directly over their heads.

　　The pastor of Greafury took two steps back in panic, very dissatisfied with the young man who disrupted the funeral. Dare to run rampant in such a sacred ceremony, it is simply blasphemy ! A spiritual light appeared on his hand, and he was chanting a spell in his mouth.

Hardy saw Pastor Greafury 's actions, smiled and drew the double-headed sword from his back, stared at the two rows of Templars, licked his lips and said, "Now it's interesting!"