"Your Majesty, the Forest Goddess, please forgive me for being a believer who doubts the Goddess." Fabrice confessed sincerely.
Brutus felt that the guy in front of him seemed to be turning into a fanatical believer. He covered his forehead, lifted up and pulled down his blond left-side curly bangs: "Wait a minute, is this scene mentioned in the legend?
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"How can a legend be comprehensive and full of details?" Fabrice gave Brutus a strange look.
"But I can guarantee with my life that this must be the miracle of the Forest Goddess. Goddess, such a miracle has not happened for a hundred and fifty years."
One hundred and fifty years... Brutus thought this meant that it had happened before.
"So what happened after that celebration?"
"The ancestor of Viscount St. Raphael, Raphael de Raphael, received the blessing of the goddess at that celebration, and then won many military exploits in a war that lasted for several years and was awarded the title of knight.
He embarked on the path of nobility."
Good guy, this village of Laxius is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. First it blessed weapons, and then it gave birth to a noble who ruled the surrounding areas... Brutus didn't know what to say now.
Fabrice said excitedly: "Goddess above, I don't know which child will win the goddess's favor this time."
But he suddenly became depressed again: "It's a pity that I won't have such an opportunity. No - even if I am lucky enough to get such an opportunity, I will still be an out-and-out waste."
"Don't say that, Fabrice." Brutus patted him on the shoulder and consoled him, "Actually, I think you can consider becoming an instructor and teaching others how to use weapons."
Brutus personally felt that Fabrice's theory was quite good, and his martial arts seemed to be quite impressive - he could hit at least ten of his own without breathing.
"Me? Come on, all the young men in the village look down on me." Fabrice became even more depressed after hearing this.
Ah, this... no, I don't mean for you to teach the young men in the service, okay... Brutus thinks this guy is too pretentious.
"Why don't you consider teaching those children?" He looked at the villagers who were still doing the ceremony in the center of the square. "You can easily convince them by showing them your hand."
"Come on, I'm not you. I can't have any interest in class with those little brats." Fabrice felt that Brutus was insulting his ability and mocking that he was only qualified to teach children.
Brutus said bluntly: "If you like to teach, teach me; if you don't, I will push you down. It's not my problem anyway."
"Okay, okay, I'll think about it." Fabrice changed his mind for some reason.
Please, brother, don't tell me that you are a fat man. Even if you are a woman as beautiful as a fairy, your tsundere has already been retired for n versions... Brutus doesn't even know how to complain better.
, had no choice but to roll his eyes silently.
The ceremony before the celebration lasted for nearly an hour. Compared with the amazing miracle at the beginning, the subsequent ceremony seemed boring and boring. Brutus just regarded it as a pastime to kill time. After all, there was nothing else to do now.
After the ceremony, it was a rare supper time. The villagers gathered in the square and tasted food, drinks, and juices that were rarely seen before at other square tables.
Brutus felt that this might be a version of the Spring Festival in another world, but there was no idea of family reunion... But different places had their own customs and traditions, which he understood very well, and there were probably other specialties in the village.
A festival for family reunion.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Brutus, for making you laugh. Thank you very much for bringing Fabrice back." Fabrice's wife Gela glanced at Fabrice, who was sleeping soundly on the chair, and said to him
Brutus, who carried this guy back, thanked him.
"You're welcome. This guy doesn't know what happened. He drank himself like crazy. I'm afraid Ms. Jela will have to take care of him tonight."
Brutus no longer believed in words like "It's just fruit wine, you won't get drunk". He was really a man's mouth, a liar. As long as he wanted to get drunk or get others drunk, he could always do it.
.... Fabrice was still so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe while carrying him...
He returned to his square table and sat down - yes, he actually set one up, but the table was empty because he had nothing to prepare.
Brutus leaned back on his chair, looking up at the starry sky above his head in ecstasy. It was very difficult to see such a night sky in a world with severe light pollution, but now he could see it as long as he raised his neck.
He didn't know if he could go back. If it was impossible to go back, where would he go?
"Maybe I should consider the power of God?" he thought, "but do I really want to go back?"
The faces of family, friends and other people appeared in Brutus' mind, but he felt that these were not enough to make him decide to go back.
"Perhaps I am just a heartless person." He smiled bitterly and stretched, "That's my heart, so follow my heart."
He looked at the villagers with smiles on their faces in front of him, recalling his confusion when he first arrived in the village and lying on the hospital bed, his exhaustion in preparing the class content, and his joy when he watched the children learn some knowledge...
...These experiences are also very real and within reach for him.
This era of swords and magic has a unique charm for people like him who still have chuunibyou hidden deep in their hearts. It is the true realization of his long-standing fantasy.
The latest version of Earth OL is just like that, so why not go back several versions, not to mention that this is the world of swords and magic that you only dream of coming to.
Maybe he is not the protagonist, maybe he will be hindered by many difficulties as soon as he leaves the novice village, he will be bitten to death by monsters on the road before he even starts to develop, and he will be captured by bandits and sold as a slave... Brutus fantasizes about himself
He was suddenly amused by these thoughts of his various ways of death.
Brutus looked at the bonfire, with a red flame reflected in his eyes: "Besides, there are no protagonists in life. There are only those who are reincarnated and those who stand in the wind and are blown up to the sky."
"There are also those who smash shackles and shackles."
"What are you talking about, Mr. Brutus?" Marcus came over with a pile of fruits. He didn't hear clearly what Brutus just whispered and asked him curiously.
Brutus looked at Marcus and smiled: "I was thinking, this era of swords and magic is really good."
Marcus didn't understand what Brutus was thinking, but he still nodded and agreed: "Yes, this era is really good."
"But Mr. Brutus, we have to build a better era."
Brutus looked at Marcus's face in fascination. He felt that he had at least done something, although it was probably just giving the children a vain hope.
But no one knows whether this seed will grow into a weed that is trampled to death at any time on the roadside, or whether it will grow into a towering tree.