Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

"My name is Hall."

After rubbing his old "comrades in arms" for a while, as if talking about the past in a way only known to each other, the brown-haired man turned his head to Alan and Eli. When he introduced himself, it was like talking about tomorrow What to eat in the morning is generally optional.

Previously, he had focused on exploring the identity of the young man, and now he will take a closer look at the other party's attire—the light armor made of mithril, the soft armor covering the forearm, and the cloak behind him.

Both are the iconic attire of a swordsman.

However, the attire is indeed that of a swordsman. The young man in front of him has a gentle smile and a strong aura. At first glance, he can't be connected with that legendary brave man.

"Legends will make people demonized. The more they spread, the more they will be separated from the real person themselves. It is not countable." Hall welcomed Alan and Eli's scrutiny calmly. He also stroked the hilt of Hall's sword. After a while, he reluctantly retracted the long sword into a long black strip, and then threw it to Eli, "Don't let it ruin your reputation in your hands, it's a good sword."

Eli was still immersed in the shock of the opponent's true identity, catching the long sword was completely instinctive.

Feeling his arm being lightly touched, Eli woke up like a dream. He looked at Hall and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to keep it yourself? I mean... it means something to you." Extraordinary, it should be most appropriate for you to hold it."

"Of course, it meant a lot to me," Hall replied, "but it means a lot to you now, too. You've taken it from the young man next to you—haven't you? Now following you, you have to use it well, so that you can live up to this sword and the person who gave it to you."

In the first half, I was still seriously reasoning, but the last sentence changed its style, and suddenly brought a "the one who gave it to you".

Allen intuitively felt that this statement was too ambiguous. He was about to explain something when Eli said solemnly from the side: "I understand. Please rest assured that I will not let them down."

Allen: "..."

It seems that something is not right.

The mind only touched lightly on "letting go", and was straightened by a strong pull, returning to serious issues.

Thinking of Hall's sentence just now, "You have already taken it from the little guy next to you", Allen calmed down, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart.

Allen: "Why do you know that I gave Eli the Sword of Hall?"

Hall seemed to have guessed that he would ask this question, and pointed to the Sword of Hall in Eli's hand: "It told me."

This answer surprised Eli: "You mean the sword of Hall..."

is alive?

"No." Hall shook his head, he seemed to understand Eli's unfinished words, "This is my old partner after all, there is a special sensory connection between me and it, I just need to touch it, You can know who has touched this sword."

As if demonstrating for Allen and Eli, Hall's finger touched the sword of Hall through the void, and the sword of Hall immediately responded to the call, just like when it flew into Hall's hand just now. Lights up the blue light.

Hall: "It's also because I sensed the sword appeared in this room that I came here to disturb you in the middle of the night. Fortunately, you are still awake."

Allen and Eli digested Hall's message for a while, and they looked at each other again.

Eli asked, "But how did you...?"

"Why are you still 'alive', or how did you become like this?" Hall smiled at Eli, telling the young junior not to be so embarrassed, "Don't worry, I don't mind this topic."

He has been entrenched in the Val family for more than 100 years, and there is usually no one who can talk to him. Now there are two chat partners who come to the door, and he is eager to talk more.

"But rather than talking about mine, I would rather hear your stories first." Hall said, slowly floating around in mid-air, showing his non-human body in all directions. He hasn't been there for a long time. Living in the outside world, I am very curious about everything outside.

What's more, these two people who can chat with him today can be said to have a "close relationship" with him-they got his saber back then.

Allen: "Our story?"

"That's right, for example, tell me how you got the sword of Hall first?" Hall was very interested in this topic, "I haven't seen this old man for hundreds of years."

I don't know how the situation developed into the current night talk story meeting. Recalling the day when he accidentally obtained the Sword of Hall, Allen pondered for a while and decided to tell the truth: "In Geridy's stomach, we accidentally found it .”

"...What?" Hall was stunned, and asked hesitantly, "You killed a Grady, and then found it in its stomach?"

"No." Allen added the truth at the time, "Grady vomited it to us on his own initiative."

Hall: "..."

threw up!

It turned out to be spit out!

Even the entity condensed by the soul can clearly make various expressions according to the soul owner's will. Both Alan and Eli clearly saw Hall twitch his face.

Hall looked completely unable to imagine that his precious love sword had passed through Grady's stomach, and then spit it out together with a pile of residue mixed with gastric juice.

"Forget it." Looking at the beloved sword with painful eyes for a moment, Hall suddenly sighed, "When I threw it away in a fit of anger, I thought that someone might pick it up and make it shine again. You should have thought that it might just be buried."

"Throw it away?" Eli was taken aback, and subconsciously repeated the key words in this sentence.

Only the love and protection given to each other, the sword of Hall has such a hidden meaning, and it will be thrown away by the owner who should cherish the sword?

"Have you ever heard of that hidden metaphor?" Judging from Eli's obviously unbelievable expression, Hall showed his most serious expression tonight except nostalgia - a faint wry smile.

At this moment, after hundreds of years of precipitation, this hero finally showed a bit of maturity in line with his age and experience.

Allen took out Lawrence's notebook found in the old library from his personal space: "We found this in the old library."

"This is...Lawrence's book?" The familiar book seemed to bring back more memories of the brave man. He was slightly surprised at first, then his expression turned down, and the emotional color in his eyes was a little gloomy.

"Also, I found an identical notebook in the library of Alberta College." Eli added.

"Huh? That's probably mine. At the beginning, Lawrence and I wanted the same thing, so the notebook is exactly the same." Referring to the past between himself and his friends, Hall's wry smile faded a bit.

"By the way." Seemingly remembering something again, Hall looked at Eli, "You said it was in the library of Alberta College, and you are a student of Alberta?"

"Yes." Eli nodded, paused, and shook his head again, "It should be said now, it used to be."

Hall floated to Eli's side, and patted his shoulder from the air: "Don't be so depressed, 'once' is not a bad word, I used to be a student of Alberta."

"...But you must not be the one who was expelled from the school and hunted down by the mentor and the knights at the same time." Eli's tone was a bit self-deprecating. He didn't want to sound so harsh at first, but the words seemed to slip out of his mouth automatically. Side, completely unable to restrain himself from speaking out.

He felt Allen's hand gently press his back.

The warm palm was pressed against the spine, as if to transmit comforting warmth to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hall said softly.

Eli shook his head, trying to calm himself down: "It's okay...it's just that I can't accept this experience calmly."

"Then you shouldn't have said 'it's okay' to me." There was a trace of solemnity in Hall's expression, "I have to apologize to you more solemnly, because I can't escape from letting you fall into this situation A responsibility, if talking about the culprits, I must be one of them."

"... May I ask what this means?" After a moment of hesitation, Eli recovered his voice.

"Since you are a student of Alberta, do you know that hundreds of years ago, at the beginning of the establishment of Alberta College, it was actually open to the entire Asa Continent, regardless of race?"

"what?"