The blood-red sunset slowly sank in the scattered clouds, casting the rose-colored slanting light on the sea.

When the last trace of the afterglow completely disappeared, a piece of rolling hills appeared in Thorne's field of vision. A corner of the Shadowmoon Inner Sea leaned against the hills, and a fishing village was built on a slightly higher seaside.

Like most villages and towns on the mainland, the fishing village is built with wooden fences, about four or five meters high.

From a distance, a few guards with simple spears could be seen patrolling the fence.

As Thorne stepped off the bumpy carriage, the salty, wet sea breeze hit him.

He looked out at the rocky beach surrounded by canoes, fishing boats, nets hanging from poles, and dead fish drying on racks.

"Please, Your Honor Thorne."

Hader, the village chief who already knew the name of the ranger on the way, ignored the bard he hired at a high price. Instead, he looked at Thorne, his expression became more respectful, he bowed his fat body slightly, and pointed to the only one in the village. door entrance.

Thorne bowed back and walked towards the village with Gilt, who was skilled in his path.

"Wait a minute!" When he reached the gate, Gilt glanced at the village chief who had already entered first, and motioned the Ranger to stop.

Thorne looked at him suspiciously, and began to wonder if the other party had some bad thoughts.

If this is the case, he needs to stop it.

After all, he could still sense the sincerity of the village chief's invitation.

So, he didn't want to see this wedding ruined by some shameless bard.

Gilt obviously read the meaning in Thorne's eyes, pouted his lips disdainfully, and assured him:

"I told you, I'm not that kind of person, and I'm not that boring. Don't worry, I won't make trouble, I'm just for life."

"Hopefully." Thorne gave him a cold, threatening look.

The bard smiled contemptuously, then took out a small mirror, tucked the harp that never left him under his arm, and combed his disobedient hair with his hands.

Then he wiped the silver on the pale green jacket with his sleeve, smoothed it out and straightened it, then cleaned the cow dung from the deerskin boots, took off the dome hat, and pulled out a bright pheasant feather and stuck it in the The position that originally belonged to the egret feathers.

It was halfway through which he begged Thorne to help him pluck from the pheasant he had killed, which he had trimmed.

Sadly, egrets are an endangered species on the Emerald Fields, or would not have been replaced by them.

"Wait a minute, this is a wedding banquet, don't draw your sword with a cold face, it will scare the guests away." The bard reminded the ranger kindly.

"You're so interesting." Thorne showed an angry smile on his face.

Then, the two walked in together.

I met two girls who were carrying vegetable baskets to pick up dried salted fish and passed by.

"Aha! Beautiful girls, has no one told you how cute you are?"

Gilt waved to them happily, in exchange for the two girls' eyes and speeding away.

It didn't take long for Gilt's small green eyes to light up again, and he found a pretty girl who had just come out of the house to clean up.

This girl is more beautiful than the previous two.

"Please accept my compliments!" The bard bowed politely and gracefully to the girl who swept the floor, and then smiled uncontrollably:

"Oh, my dear, your eyes are really beautiful. There are sunny and rainy days, sun and moon, mountains and rivers, rivers, clouds and mists, flowers and birds... But my eyes are more beautiful, because my eyes... only you."

The pretty-looking girl's cheeks 'suddenly' flashed a blush, and she tightly held the broom in her hand.

Thorne, who was beside him, thought that she would mercilessly stick the broom in Gilt's face, and drive him away like a street mouse.

But he guessed wrong.

The girl even smiled back at him, and winked her cute eyes provocatively.

Seeing the girl's smile, Gilt became excited all of a sudden, and with the harp playing a loud tone, he pretended to be affectionate:

"Oh! It must be that my chest is well insulated, otherwise, you will definitely hear my heartbeat, even if it is across the Forest of Tranquility, Shadowmoon Inner Sea..."

"What a lot of nonsense, hurry up." Thorne, who couldn't stand it any longer, kicked Gilt's **** lightly.

Then he walked towards the wedding scene with the staggering poet, and behind him came the giggling of girls.

The venue for the wedding looked like a large warehouse in the village. Based on the faint fishy smell, Thorne judged that it should have been used to store things like dried salted fish.

According to tradition, garlic 'garlands' hang around here to deter vampires who prefer virgin blood.

Thorne looked around and found that the tables and chairs were all covered with white cloths, revealing cleanliness and tidy everywhere, and there was a huge bonfire in the corner of the warehouse with a barbecue grill on it.

Although almost everyone in the entire village gathered here, it was not noisy.

He saw today's protagonist, a Druid player dressed in formal clothes and wearing the sacred emblem of the forest goddess. It can be seen from this that he is a Druid who believes in the goddess of the forest, otherwise it would be difficult to invite the priest of the goddess of forest to preside over the wedding for him.

The bride standing beside him was wearing a pure white wedding dress, and the countless eyes below that seemed to swallow her alive were all focused on the bride.

"Welcome! Master Gilt, Lord Thorne." The village chief Hader, dressed in the best clothes, enthusiastically pulled them to the center of the warehouse and said loudly:

"Respected ladies and gentlemen! Welcome our distinguished guest... welcome him to come here... this is Mr. Thorne... a ranger from the Falls... the tower master of the Emerald Tower... The Silence The stalker of the Tao...his presence...gives us a great honor and honor to see him..."

The thunderous cheers and applause instantly drowned out the incoherent and very excited enthusiastic speech of the village chief Hader.

Since the opening of trade routes between Pushang Town and Sunset Fishing Village, most villagers who have been to Pushang Town have been very interested in this mysterious ranger.

Now, they were actually invited by their village chief to attend the wedding here, finally giving them a chance to see the true face of this mysterious ranger.

After all, in the battle of conferring gods on the outskirts of Tranquility Forest three years ago, players and aboriginal residents of the entire Corina Peninsula were known to everyone.

Apart from the goblin patron saint, what impressed them most was this mysterious ranger.

Facing the cheers of the villagers, the village chief seemed to be the ranger beside him, proudly like a fat peacock, laughing happily.

Thorne, who was a little embarrassed, nodded slightly to everyone, and continued to maintain a calm and calm expression.

If he had known this was the situation, he would never have come here.

The only one to blame is the shameless bard who leaked his mouth and told the fat village chief beside him all about his true identity.

At this time, the bard Geert excitedly changed the etiquette of various occasions and waved to the young girls sitting in the row.

But they didn't respond, because behind a row of old women who all rolled their eyes at the poet were closely monitoring these lively girls, as if to prevent the cabbage from running into the pig's mouth.

"Okay!" The village chief obviously saw the Ranger's unnatural look, so he closed it when he saw it, and began to resolve the embarrassment for him.

I saw him shouting: "Since our most honorable guest has arrived, I announce that the sacred wedding ceremony begins now!"

"Let's praise the goddess of forest and ranger together!" The village chief Hader raised his hands and cheered with trembling all over his body.

"Praise the goddess of the forest and the ranger!" The shouts quickly spread throughout the warehouse.

With the enthusiastic cheers, the priest from the Temple of Melika walked out of the corner, slowly came to the new couple, and sprinkled holy water for them to bless them:

"In the witness of the goddess Melika, I send you the most sincere blessings. May the grace of the goddess protect you in peace. May the trees of the forest raise their arms to guide you on your way. May the beasts in the forest regard you as friend……"

Thorne, who was hiding in the corner, heard the priest's blessing. This voice was as ethereal and tactful as a nightingale soaring in the night sky in the woods, and it was as clear and pleasant as the wind chimes hanging in front of the wooden house being blown by the breeze.

But this is not important. For the Ranger, the most important thing is that he was impressed by this crisp and beautiful voice, and it seemed a little strange.

This made him unable to help but look back.

The half-elf priest stood in front of the couple, with a pale green radiance in her hands, she said solemnly: "Under the gaze of the goddess of forest and ranger, Morgan, Xienza, you are sure to sign a sacred wedding cigarette contract?"

At this moment, Thorne, who just turned around, locked his eyes on the pair of newcomer and the half-elf priest, and his mind suddenly became blank.

He didn't seem to hear the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the flirting of shameless poets with girls, or even whether the newlyweds were willing to sign a sacred marriage contract...

Only the smiling half-elf priest remained in his eyes.

This person is the former half-elf girl Lilia.

Since the end of the battle with the hobgoblins, the town of Waterfall has ushered in a precious peace, she has resigned as the leader and handed it over to another half-elf ranger Zelos who just returned from the northern wasteland. Lit disappeared without a trace.

However, she appeared in front of him so coldly.

In three years, she has changed a lot.

On the stage, her smile was so sweet, like the snow melted from the peak of Huaernas, the cool river flowing in his heart, this kind of smile made his annoyed heart suddenly relieved.

Her pale blue eyes like stars, in Thorne's opinion, can make the desert sky feel ashamed.

She wears a white gown decorated with green lace, a short green cloak woven from spider silk and natural dyes, and wears a unicorn holy emblem made of animal bone at her heart.

Under the flickering light, her whole body glowed with pale green light, dimming even the most dazzling couple.

"The outside world is wide, full of pain but also full of joy, the former makes the journey grow, the latter makes the journey unbearable.

I want to live in sunshine and starlight, live in sunny and rainy days, dance every step, through flowery gardens, through deep snow... This kind of growth is not to complicate myself, but to live Be more like yourself. "

…………

Vaguely, Thorne's mind replayed a few words left by the girl who left him without saying goodbye.