A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Although this sentence shouldn't be used here, it sounds quite fitting.

Bray let out a long sigh and then knocked on the door.

"Thump, thump." Fingers tapped on the wooden board, producing a dull sound.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Did you hear that 'thump thump' sound?" Larry tilted his ears up and quickly asked his grandfather.

After Ural settled comfortably on the bed his granddaughter had brought, he also pricked up his ears to listen.

"Laris! Lars! It really sounds like there's a 'thump thump' sound."

"Is someone knocking on the door?" Larry asked.

"possible!"

The grandfather and grandson discussed this obvious matter for almost several minutes, finally arriving at an answer that was almost utter nonsense.

"Grandpa, Larry's going to open the door!" Larry looked like he was going to his death.

"No! Lars, let Grandpa go!" Ural said, getting out of bed despite the pain.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! You need to rest. Laris has grown up and it’s time for him to be independent!” Laris wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and said earnestly.

People who don't know them would probably think they're putting on a lot of a show.

However, those who know them understand that the grandfather and grandson were not deliberately acting.

This is them, a grandfather and grandson of foxes from a village outside Clinton.

But Bray, behind the door, didn't care that they were grandfather and grandson; the veins on his forehead were bulging.

If I had to describe Bray's current mood in one word, it would be "well".

"Open—" Bray took a deep breath, preparing to call for help.

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, before even the last syllable of the first word had faded, the door was suddenly flung open.

"Who, who, who is it?!" The fox girl asked before even looking up after pushing open the door.

So tall! What kind of monster is that! It's so tall, its shadow completely covers me!

Waaaaah, Larry is so scared.

However, she is Grandpa Urals' beloved granddaughter, so she needs to be strong.

No matter what kind of monsters or demons they are, Laris can face them all on his own.

“It’s me…” Bray didn’t know why Larry looked so resolute. He wanted to complain, but found himself at a loss for words.

There are too many flaws, so others can't keep up with all the criticisms. Therefore, to some extent, this is also a good defense mechanism.

"Ah! It's the blind, dead-fish-eyed big brother!" Upon hearing this, Larry quickly looked up and, seeing it was Bray, immediately relaxed his guard.

"Clang." The large wooden mallet she had hidden behind her also fell to the ground.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! It's the blind, dead-fish-eyed big brother!" she shouted frantically into the house.

"What! Is it that blind, dead-eyed young man? Laris, help me up!" Ural lay there, raising his hand and waving it repeatedly.

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Bray would send things to the grandfather and grandson from time to time; it had become his habit.

To be honest, he has never come back in person since he left.

Back then, he was almost forced to become a bandit's son. In his panic, he fell down a slope. If it weren't for this grandfather and grandson, he probably would have been dead long ago.

Forget about ruins or swordsmanship; it's uncertain whether he even exists.

By the way, Bray also brought quite a few things with him this time.

"This is salted fish."

"This is dried fruit."

"These are seeds."

"Roasted rabbit meat."

"And this is a cake I bought from the city."

Bray placed the items on the table one by one, while verbally counting them.

“Grandpa…Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa…” Laris stared blankly at the things on the table and tugged at Ural’s sleeve.

At first, she could still say "Grandpa" completely, but later her voice started trembling, and she became like a stuck robot.

"Calm down! Laris! You need to calm down!" Ural noticed his granddaughter's condition and immediately comforted her.

"Because...because Laris has never seen so many things in the city before." As Laris spoke, tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

“I know, I know, Grandpa knows everything!” Ural hugged Laris and said earnestly.

He knows nothing!

Although Bray really wanted to say those words, he couldn't bring himself to say them for a long time.

But even though something felt off, I felt there was a hint of sadness in the scene, as if I would become the villain if I complained.

He couldn't help but rub his forehead, waiting for the grandfather and grandson's interaction to end.

"Blind, dead-eyed young man, so we'll accept these things?" Ural asked tentatively.

"This was originally intended as a gift for you, so there's no need to question it."

"Laris! Lars! Open the warehouse door!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Received!"

The grandfather and grandson completely ignored Bray, who was sitting down. Well, you could say they ignored him, though. At one point, Larry, who was carrying a box on his head and another in his left arm, even kindly offered them a glass of water.

After Bray stood there in a daze for half an hour, the other side finally finished cleaning up.

At this moment, he wanted to ask himself why he had come here in the first place.

"Whew! What a fulfilling life!" The grandfather and grandson wiped the sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, you blind, dead-fish-eyed young man, why did you suddenly come here without telling me beforehand?" Ural sat down and took a sip of plain water with relish.

He asked the same questions that Bray himself wanted to ask himself.

"I've made a little money recently and I'm a bit unsure what to do, so I thought I'd come and visit you all," Bray said, his right eye lowered.

He genuinely didn't know what he should do.

Should we continue with the commission? It seems unnecessary.

Going to see my sister? It doesn't seem really necessary, and it might even affect her studies.

So, without really understanding what was going on, he brought the gifts over here.

Anyway, it's quite close, so it won't take me much time to get here.

"Don't know what to do?" Laris looked at Ural, then exchanged a glance with his grandfather.

So, people actually have this kind of trouble?

Such worries are too extravagant. Larry also wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do, so he just lay down on the ground and sunbathe in a daze.

But Larry, every day she has to farm, chase away the rats in the warehouse, and maybe even patch leaks on rainy days. She also has to swing her big wooden mallet to fight any bad guys she sees.

Every day is excessively fulfilling.

"Don't know what to do? Hmm..." Ural murmured, stroking his beard.

"Ah! I've got a great idea!" Then he perked up his ears, thinking of something.

“In that case, why don’t you help me and Laris with some things?” Ural clutched his back, walked to the wooden shelf beside him, and found some paper and a pen.

"I would like you to make a trip to the Eastern Continent. I have a letter for you to deliver to Laris's mother."

Upon hearing that it was related to his mother, Larry immediately perked up his ears, pretending to eavesdrop even though he was sitting right next to her.

"Of course I won't let you do it for nothing."

"Laris! Lars! Bring the cakes out of the warehouse!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I know!" Larry wagged his tail and went into the warehouse to bring out the cake.

The cake was so fresh, it looked like it just came out of the oven today!

Of course, this is one of the gifts Bray gave to the grandfather and grandson.

"..." Bray picked up the cake speechlessly, hesitating to speak.

"I think this is a gift for you..."

“Eh! It seems so!!” Ural and Laris were both surprised at the same time.

"Alright, let's get to the point." Bray sighed.

Since I don't know what to do anyway, it doesn't matter if I just find something to do.

It's fine to consider it as repaying a favor. So tired, that's all Bray wanted to say right now.

I don't feel seasick, but why am I still so tired?

To put it dramatically, he was so exhausted that his soul could practically leave his mouth.

To help the grandfather and grandson deliver a message, and also to take a trip along the way, he planned to travel from the Central Continent to the Eastern Continent.

The means of transportation is a boat.

When traveling by boat, he always lay on the deck like a salted fish.

Seagulls flew around overhead, occasionally dropping a little white, unidentified liquid.

If seeing "white unidentified liquid" makes you think of something strange, then it's not me who has the problem, it's you.

Bray tilted his head to avoid the bombardment of seagulls, then let out a very dejected sound.

Traveling alone seems pretty boring.

He should have asked Lux ​​if she had any vacation time and then invited her to come on vacation.

Bray thrashed about on the floor like a salted fish, his dead fish eyes lifeless, as still as stagnant water.

Seeing someone like Bray really affects your mood; after all, nobody wants to be around someone so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or demoralized).

After struggling to open his eyes and look at the sun overhead, he dodged several more bombardments from seagulls.

"Will this ever end..." Bray complained.

But before he could finish complaining, seawater rushed onto the deck and splashed him in the face.

At this moment, he looked completely bewildered.

No matter how he thought about it, he never expected the waves to be so big, big enough to splash his face.

However, this was also partly due to my own laziness, as I was sitting on the ground.

"I feel a bit unlucky," he muttered to himself, wiping away the seawater blurring his right eye and regaining his normal vision.

"?" But the next second, a question mark appeared above Bray's head.

"???" Question marks popped up one after another above his head.

He is very confused now.

What confused him so much was the scenery in front of him.

If my memory is accurate, I should have been on the deck of the ship a second ago.

He was also preparing to travel to the Eastern Continent.

So, what's with this golden beach right now that I'm sitting on?

No matter how violent the waves were, they shouldn't have been so violent as to throw me onto land.

He struggled to his feet and brushed the sand off his body.

The first thing Bray did was make sure he still had his sword.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief after touching the scabbard of the longsword.

No matter what, it's good that the sword is still there.

Behind them, the seawater crashed onto the beach with a "whoosh" sound, and not far ahead, a town could be seen in Bree.