After Chen Jing and Lena walked for a while, they turned around and saw that the silly dragon was still flying in the sky not far away, while the Hydra had returned to the bottom.
"Are you hunting or seeking death?" Chen Jing looked at her.
Lena smiled: "Guess." Her smile was beautiful, but as stiff as a dead person.
Chen Jing patted her shoulder: "Tell me about it, maybe I can help you."
"No, no one can help me." Her tears rolled down her cheeks.
Chen Jing took her to the edge of the woods, lit a fire, and said, "Let's stay here tonight. Can you tell me your story?"
…
The door closed slowly. The princess stood in front of the pool without any clothes on. She came here to take a bath, and she would not spoil her own fun. She stood there quietly with a smile on her face.
"Hehe." The maid at the door asked, "Your Highness?"
"Nothing, Elsie. By the way, are there any activities tonight? I've been so bored lately."
"The king organized a banquet, and I heard there were many young talents."
"Oh, then I'll go." She ran out in a hurry.
The maid stopped her and said, "Your Highness, please get dressed."
"Yeah, all right."
…
Torches, many people, and a dull wait. Before the banquet began, the kings were going to talk together. Lena sat quietly in her seat, a formal smile on her face, observing everything around her with indifference.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open: "King, it's Master Karl, the adventurer from the north."
Lena's eyes lit up. This was a famous hero and a great poet. His poems were sung all over the earth.
"What kind of person is he?" Lena's eyes lit up.
A man dressed in northern barbarian clothes walked in. Although the clothes were very rustic, they had a unique charm on him. He had messy golden hair, deep eyes, and a weather-beaten face. All of this deeply attracted Lena.
…
A dragon roared in the sky, and warriors fought against it. The roar could be heard even in the palace. Lena was reading a book of chivalric tales, her hands trembling, but she turned each page carefully.
…
"I like you and I want to go with you!" she shouted.
Everyone was blessing them, including those who had ridiculed her.
She felt very happy.
…
Her newlywed husband took her to the south, then left her and went out every night. By chance, she came across his diary, which was sealed with magic, but she, a high-level magician, was able to open it. After opening it, it was like opening the door to hell.
He was originally a village man whose biggest dream was to marry a village beauty, until he met a wyvern. They collaborated to commit fraud. The wyvern attacked the city, and the village man went to defeat it and then get the bonus.
Gradually, he gained fame, and after deceiving many "fools" with his handsome appearance, he asked bards to compose poems for him, deliberately learned what he considered noble knowledge, and practiced etiquette, all in order to make a lot of money.
He almost never failed. He became the friend of many noble ladies, participated in many great events, and then was considered a famous hero. He had a new goal: to marry a princess.
It was all a plan, he had deceived Lena.
The next morning, she found everyone in the city dead. The real dragon killed everyone.
The once dashing and handsome hero has long since died, and the dragon and the princess have made a deal.
"I'm going to use you as an experiment, and as long as you agree to it, you can live."
The dragon placed her on the magic circle.
She carried the vitality of the entire city and became a true hero, but there was only one empty place in her heart. There was no longer anything that could be called a goal in her heart. She was just numbly playing the heroic game.
She went to the North and became a great hero.
…
"A clichéd romance." But as a machine used for marriage, this was indeed too exciting for her.
The hero you originally admired suddenly turned out to be a liar, and the next second you experienced a sea of blood and corpses, and then you were tormented by a dragon as an experimental subject. Collapse is basically the least of your worries.
Chen Jing thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go look for something else that might interest you."
Lena hugged her legs and huddled in front of the fire. "No, my only hobby was reading heroic stories."
"Now, are you still watching?"
"There's nothing left to read. I didn't bring any books with me before I went out. They're so expensive now."
Although she looks cold, she is actually quite young in mind.
Chen Jing thought for a moment and said, "Let me tell you a story."
"Yeah." Although her eyes were still numb, she still looked over.
Chen Jing said, "Once upon a time, there was a group of dwarfs in the Shire. They were called Hobbits."
"Where is Ciel?"
"Hear me out!"
"Yeah." Well-behaved.
Chen Jing recalled some stories about The Hobbit.
This is a very old-fashioned story, but its template has been proven to be effective over the years. Many people have imitated it, and it can even be said to have defined an era. However, it is extremely rich in this world.
By the time Chen Jing finished speaking, it was already dark. Lena stared at his face, dazed and dejected: "So this is what a real hero is like." Thorin's changes in the story and the part about the dragon reminded her of herself.
In a letter to the editor, Tolkien wrote that the core of his world is "fall", the fall of the powerful, the fall of Morgoth, the fall of the elves, and the fall of mankind. Beautiful things will one day become ugly, and nothing is eternal.
Chen Jing stood up silently.
Lena also suddenly stood up and looked at Chen Jing.
Chen Jing smiled helplessly: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"bathroom?"
"That, that's it..." After explaining for a long time, making the other person's face red, Chen Jing finally stood under the big tree.
When Chen Jing was halfway through scattering the seeds, the tree suddenly opened its eyes and their eyes met.
Both looked confused.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, I can bear it. Oh, boy, you..."
"Stop, stop, stop, Brother Shu, stop looking. You can't get out!"
"Oh, so pretentious." Brother Shu closed his eyes.
Back in front of the fire, Lena wiped her two-handed sword, as calm as a stone statue.
Chen Jing looked into the distance, which was the direction of his own small territory.
"What's your name?" Lena looked at him, the firelight reflected on her gentle smiling face.
Chen Jing leaned against a stone fire and warmed himself: "Chen Jing, a little king."
"Your Majesty, can I stay here for a while?"
(The part about the con man is not something I made up; it has a prototype. He is really good, a pinnacle of deception, and later wrote a memoir. But that person was a real cultured person. I added a lot of things here for the sake of drama and world view.)
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