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Pereirat, located in the rural area of ​​Ebin, is located in the Ebin province of the Nilfgaard Empire, and is surrounded by a vast swamp formed by the confluence of the three rivers of Wilda, Wright and Ereit.

At dawn, in a cabin deep in the swamp, the old hermit Visogota, who had lived in seclusion for many years, suddenly awakened from a nightmare.

After waking up, he had forgotten the dream he had had, but a strange feeling of anxiety made him unable to sleep.

He had to get up, put on a thick mole coat, and while muttering "It's really cold", he walked along the path, through the bushes, and toward the trap he had set.

Several traps in a row were all empty, causing him to curse in a low voice:

"Damn it! It's just October, why is it cold..."

"Unsurprisingly, the weather is getting colder year by year, and the speed of the cold is like an avalanche...Ha, the elves have foreseen it, but who would believe the elves' predictions..."

Continuing toward the swamp, he suddenly heard a horse neigh.

Pereirat is located in a swamp area and there are dry trees, but these groves are surrounded by mud puddles, and horses and riders who are not familiar with the road cannot enter them.

Just as the old hermit was thinking this way, another clear neigh came from a small wood.

After hesitating for a while, curiosity still overwhelmed his vigilance.

He slowly approached the woods and saw a beautiful black mare with shiny hair, trapped under a tree, with its reins entangled in branches and covered with bright red blood.

That was obviously not the blood of a black mare.

Because he saw a corpse in the shallow ditch behind the mare!

The old hermit's first thought was to turn around and run away.

However, he did not do this after all, but put down the bag in his hand and approached the body vigilantly.

Although the black mare raised her ears, raised her front legs and stomped on the ground, she seemed to be looking for a chance to bite him or kick him. However, the old hermit still came to the corpse.

It was a boy wearing a leather jacket, tight leather pants and elf boots.

He just bent down and wanted to check the condition of the corpse, when the corpse suddenly issued a burst of *!

When he cautiously turned the injured boy over and witnessed the mask on the boy's face, which was a mixture of dirty mud and dried blood, the old hermit couldn't help taking a breath.

After finally pulling away the hair tangled in blood and mud, he realized that his first impression was wrong:

"Is it a girl?!"

. . .

Inside the wooden house, under the light of an oil lamp, a silver-haired girl with a bandage tied on her head and her thin body melted into a fur blanket was sitting on a bed. She could not see any emotion in her green eyes.

"How long have I been here?"

"Five days."

"I feel much better."

"I'm so relieved to hear you say this. You can remove the bandage, grab my hand, and I will help you sit up."

With the best efforts of the old hermit, the silver-haired girl overcame the difficulties and slowly recovered.

However, some injuries are permanently engraved on the skin...

Untie the bandage on his face, the old hermit looked at the scar that was hard to look away, and tried to squeeze a smile:

"The wound is crusted and healed well."

"Do you have a mirror?" the silver-haired girl asked.

"No."

Looking at the expression of the old hermit, the girl with a dull face, gently brushed the suture on the left face with her finger:

"In other words, it looks scary?"

"The wound is long and deep... and your face is still swollen. In a few days, I will be able to remove the stitches for you and apply willow bark plaster..."

After speaking a word that sounded like comfort, the old hermit took the initiative to interrupt:

"I cooked pigeon soup, would you like to drink it?"

"Yes, but I want to drink it myself. I don't want to be like a **** and let you feed me."

The girl raised the wooden spoon slowly and hard to her mouth,

The old hermit just sat aside with interest and watched quietly.

He knew that after the girl recovered, they would be able to communicate smoothly, and then he would be able to figure out why she appeared mysteriously in the swamp, and why she became like this.

However, the blazing flame of curiosity in his heart made him a little impatient...

However, it was not him who spoke first.

After drinking the pigeon soup, the girl lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. After a long time, she suddenly said:

"I must get out of here and leave as soon as possible. Someone is hunting me, you know, right?"

"I know." The old hermit nodded: "You have said it in your dream, except for some incomprehensible nonsense, you said a lot. First you asked your sword and horse, and then you doubted me again. What Bonnet’s associate said that I was treating you as a false compassion. It took me a lot of time to make you understand that you misunderstood me. Then you said that your name is Falja, and that you are very grateful to me."

Hearing this, Faljia turned to look away, avoiding the old hermit's gaze:

"Fortunately, at least I didn't forget to thank you. My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't tell which were dreams and which were reality. However, my name is not Farga."

"I know, you talked about it when you had a fever."

"I was chased and killed. I am on the run. Provide me with asylum. Knowing my real name will bring you a smile. I must sign and leave as soon as possible to avoid being discovered..."

"Just now, you even had a problem with drinking soup, let alone riding a horse. I assure you, it is safe here, no one knows you are hiding with me."

"You don't even know who I am..."

"You are a little girl in your hands, avoiding a mob! Just knowing this is enough!"

Falgar also wanted to emphasize the dangerous situation she was in, but under the relief of the old hermit's low and peaceful voice, her mood gradually calmed down.

The old man in front of her reminded her of the scene when she was sitting by the fire when she was in Kyle Morhan, listening to the old Demon Hunter giving her a lecture.

The same peace, the same makes people want to doze off...

"Do you need me to send a letter to someone? Let him know you are here?"

"I'm a disaster star, anyone who has something to do with me will die." The girl said slightly sarcastically ~www.ltnovel.com~Not all! "The old hermit resolutely denied: "Like that Bonnet. You screamed his name in your dream, and the one you want to avoid is him, right? He was the one who hurt you? "

"No." The girl pursed her lips and pressed down her inner fear and sorrow forcibly: "It was the "grey wood owl" that hurt my face. His name was Stephen Skellen. As for Bonnet, he gave it to me. The damage is heavier than this. Did I even say this when I had a fever?"

"Relax, you are weak, it's best not to get too excited."

"My name is Xili."

"Xiri, I have to get some aconite so that I can apply the wound to you."

"Wait! Can you find me a mirror?"

"I said that..."

"Please!"

Seeing the girl's firm eyes, the old hermit knew that there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Oh, okay." Hiri looked at the terrible scar on his left face in the mirror, and said weakly: "It's almost exactly the same as I thought."

When the old man walked away, he pulled up the curtain beside the bed.

After a while, the girl tried her best to suppress crying, but it still passed through the curtain of the bed to the outside of the wooden house...

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