A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Chirp!" While Bray and Levy were discussing what to have for dinner, a strange bird landed on the table and started chirping arrogantly.

Bray could recognize this strange bird at a glance; it was the lark that stood next to Whiteface.

No one can see Lark except for Bray and Whiteface, not even Levy.

So when Bray's attention was drawn to the lark, she was puzzled.

To get Levy to look at her, she tried her best to turn Bray's face towards her with her little hands.

"Wait a minute," Bray said impatiently, stopping Levy.

"What is Bray doing?" Levy asked, puzzled.

“I’m talking to an invisible bird,” he honestly told Levy.

Even if Levy questioned herself, there was nothing she could do; Bray had indeed not lied.

Besides, when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he had hardly ever lied to Levy in his entire life.

What were they thinking when they deceived Levy? They even deceived a little angel?

"Oh!" Levy didn't question Bray at all, responded with a sound of agreement, and then moved closer to Bray.

What? So Bray was just talking to an invisible bird. Levy thought Bray didn't care about her anymore.

As for Bray lying to herself, she would never think that way.

If even Bray is going to lie to me, then let him lie.

"Hehe~" Levy laughed, not understanding why, and even Bray was stunned for a moment.

However, he still had to put Levy aside for now and deal with the bird in front of him.

Otherwise, the bird would peck at him. The prison lark could even peck at the white-faced armor, so he didn't want to try it with his own head.

He's not that stubborn.

"What do you want from me?" So, to outsiders, Bray seemed to be talking to thin air like a lunatic.

"Chirp!" The lark saw Bradley and miraculously pulled a letter from under its wing.

To others, this might mean seeing a letter appear out of nowhere.

“A letter?” Bray frowned and opened the envelope.

"Your handwriting is just as bad as I am," he sighed.

It's confirmed that Bai Mian and I are the same person.

Because his handwriting, just like his own, was utterly unbearable to look at; it was a perfect illustration of how one suffers from a lack of cultural refinement.

"Chirp!" the lark chirped in deep sympathy.

Bray opened the letter and began to read what the white-faced man had written to him.

"You must be wondering why I didn't come to you myself, but instead wrote you a letter." This is the opening line of Bai Mian's letter.

But Bray was indeed very curious as to why Whiteface didn't come over in person.

Normally, that guy would just walk over out of nowhere.

It's a bit unusual that he wrote a letter this time.

"But don't be too nervous, I'm just writing this letter because I want to give it a try."

Suddenly, Bray had the urge to throw the letter away.

But he held back and continued reading.

"By the way, I've wiped out the 'Alliance of the Gods,' you can go on a trip now."

"But I must remind you, this is not the end of the story."

In his letter, Bai Mian left behind a lot of other random and nonsensical remarks.

To summarize, the meaning of "white flour" is quite simple.

It simply means that Bray can do nothing and travel around the world.

"Those guys are gone just like that?" Bray exclaimed in surprise.

He was just thinking of going to the Western Continent to see if he could find any clues about the "Alliance of the Gods" when White Face turned around and told himself that he was done.

That's too fast, that won't do.

Is it certain that it's a group of Silver-tier creatures, and not just one Silver-tier creature?

"Here you go, hand it back yourself and tell him I understand." Bray reluctantly returned the letter to Lark.

Whether Bray believes it or not, the white lie is there.

The lark skillfully caught the letter in its beak, then flapped its wings and flew away from the window, leaving behind a trail of colorful feathers.

These feathers looked incredibly Mary Sue-esque, but before Bray could take a few more glances, they disappeared naturally.

"By the way, Levy, what do you want to eat tonight?" After reading Bai Mian's letter, he turned to look at Levy, who was sitting next to him.

“Hmm…” But Levy, who always answered immediately, did not reply to Bray this time.

He looked down and realized that Levy had already fallen asleep.

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The Western Continent is a place that is always referred to as the land of sand by people from other continents.

But in reality, it wasn't as exaggerated as they made it out to be.

This is just like the rumor that people from the Northern Continent aren't afraid of the cold—it's all complete nonsense.

In the western continent, not only do oases exist, but they are also numerous.

Not to mention the countless tropical rainforests here.

The largest country in the western continent, the German Empire, was built right next to a vast rainforest.

“There’s no sand.” After Levy got off the ship, she tugged at Labre’s clothes and said with a 0A0 expression.

No one knows how disappointed she was; she probably initially thought she was about to see a whole new world.

"Don't worry, there will be sand," Bray reassured her. The western continent was indeed largely covered by sand, but not to the point of being completely covered.

If you're looking for a desert, you can still find one.

However, generally speaking, who would be so bored as to actively seek out a godforsaken place like the desert?

"Really?"

“Really.” Bray nodded seriously.

"But we should go get something to eat first."

"Okay~" Levy wagged her tail happily when she heard that she was going to eat.

"Bang." Unfortunately, she shook it too hard and knocked down an iron pillar next to her.

"..." Bray was stunned for a second, then quickly picked up Levy and ran away without looking back.

If he accidentally damages public property, he'll be arrested if he doesn't run away quickly. Bray doesn't want to be thrown into a prison in the Western Continent, especially with Levy next to him.

"Bray, Bray, why are we running?" Levy asked, as Bray carried her on his back.

"Because we accidentally broke something."

"But shouldn't we apologize for breaking things?" Levy asked a question that struck at the heart of the matter.

"Yes, indeed..." He hesitated for a few seconds before putting Levy down and saying helplessly.

I can't let Levy go astray, or my conscience will bother me.

So, he eventually returned to the dock and turned himself in.

Fortunately, the dockworkers didn't make things too difficult for Bray; he paid off the debt and that was the end of it.

Although the loss was quite substantial, causing him some pain—it amounted to several thousand yuan—he felt a slight pang of regret.

Faced with Bray's attempt to cause trouble, the people at the docks naturally wouldn't be very friendly.

When others reprimanded Bray, he was completely justified.

"If it weren't for the disease-removing festival in a few days, you wouldn't have been let off so easily," the person in charge said, pointing at Bray and Levy.

Levy covered her ears and hid behind Bray, seemingly a little afraid of this fierce-looking old man.

But she couldn't argue with that, because it was actually her own tail that had broken things.

"Levy knows she was wrong." She stretched out her little hand and whispered to the person in charge QAQ.

"Um...it's good that you know you were wrong. Anyway, you've already paid the money." Seeing Levy's aggrieved look, the man scratched the back of his head and didn't continue to be angry.

Since the other person looks like they're about to cry, it's best not to push them too far; just stop when you've reached your limit.

"A disease-removing ritual?" Bray noticed other important points, completely forgetting why he was standing there in the first place.

This sounds like a festival, but I don't know if it's an interesting one.

“You’re from out of town, so you probably don’t know about our local festivals.”

"But I'm telling you, I highly recommend that travelers participate in this festival."

The Disease Removal Ceremony is a unique festival in certain parts of the Western Continent.

As the name suggests, this festival is for the purpose of warding off diseases.

Despite this claim, whether it actually affects one's health is a matter of opinion.

Some people did get better after participating in the disease-removing ceremony, but most people did not see any improvement.

However, this was originally just a traditional festival, and not many people placed much hope on this disease-removing ritual.

If holidays could cure illnesses, then no one in the world would die from disease.

"Can it cure diseases?" Bray listened to the other person's explanation with some interest.

"Don't take it seriously, it's just a legend. Even if you're cured, it's just a coincidence," the man quickly said, genuinely afraid that Bray would misunderstand the healing ritual.

Many people who don't recover from their illnesses after the healing festival start to curse the festival.

These are people with excessively high expectations.

"It's alright, I'm perfectly healthy." Bray waved his hand; he was neither sick nor in pain, and he didn't need any treatment.

If I had to pinpoint what illness I have now, it would probably be "Heavenly Fox Tears".

However, he and the Heavenly Fox Tear are now symbiotic in a certain way. If he doesn't have the Heavenly Fox Tear, his blood will be drained.

"I just want to know, is this disease-curing ceremony fun?" If a trip isn't interesting, then it's not a trip at all.

"Is it fun?" Levy couldn't help but lean out and ask the other person when she heard about the healing ceremony.

"Fun, of course it's fun," the dock manager chuckled.

As locals, we treat this disease-removing festival as a holiday; whether it actually cures illness is secondary.

"The disease-removing ceremony is in three days. You can stay here for a while."

"When the day comes, you'll naturally know how to celebrate this holiday," the person in charge said with a smile as they saw Bray and Levy off.

It took the person in charge a while to come to their senses and realize that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, wasn't I demanding compensation from them? How did I become a guide?" He gave a wry smile and went back to work. You might be curious about what kind of festival the Healing Festival is.

Then, Bray will tell you that he feels the same way.

Three days later, when he peeked out of his hotel window early in the morning, he saw people on the street wearing very strange makeup.

This makeup looks exactly like camouflage in the wild.

"Bray, Bray, it's lively outside," Lebby, who had gotten up even earlier than Bray, said quietly as she sat on the balcony railing.

“I can see that.” Bray nodded. The noise on the street was much louder than in the previous days.

“Someone’s starting to set up a stall,” she said, wagging her tail.

Judging from Levy's tone, she seemed to be expecting something.

Perhaps they're looking forward to something fun, but more likely they're looking forward to something delicious.

After all, Rebecca is more interested in food.