The Great Swordsman Of The Fairy Tail World

A bright moon hangs high in the night, the sky is so deep, the moonlight at night shines through the window and shines on the house where Shiraishi is.

In an unfamiliar environment, the aroma of medicinal herbs filled the air for a while, Shiraishi suddenly remembered something, and immediately put his hands on his waist.

"Where's my sword!"

Empty, without any presence, lifted the cup over him, ready to get up,

"tear!"

Suddenly, Shiraishi sucked in a breath of cold air, but Shiraishi's wound burst open due to the violent movement when he got up, and a small bloodshot seeped from the bandage.

"Don't move, your wound has just been sutured, and it will burst when you move."

An old voice sounded, and then Shiraishi realized that there was a figure in the corner of the house, and Shiraishi could see the figure in front of him with the help of the faint light.

It was an old man, his weather-beaten face was full of deep wrinkles, his face was full of wrinkles, and the uneven twists and turns were like mottled marks on the wall, crawling all over his face, leaving behind the years The traces of the two small eyes are a little cloudy.

"Don't move, your sword is still there, don't worry."

There was a hint of softness in the old voice, as if stroking his heart, so Shiraishi couldn't help but choose to believe, nodded and lay down obediently, not moving a little bit, but his eyes stayed on the old man.

He was holding Shiraishi's Dragon Slaying in his hand. What surprised Shiraishi the most was that after the second sword pill was inlaid, the bright and swift, weighing thousand jins of Dragon Slaying was playing with the old man's hands as if nothing was there. .

The old man, who was awakened, couldn't lie down either. He found a corner and lit a candle. Shiraishi saw an old and small medicine mill at his feet.

From the medicine rack, the old man picked up the tray containing the herbs, put it on the ground, grabbed a handful of herbs and sprinkled it on the grinding trough, then sat down and put his hands like dead branches on the poles on both sides of the grinding wheel and started rolling. .

On a calm night, the grinding wheel made a "coo" sound in the grinding groove. I don't know how long it took, maybe it was too weak, and Shiraishi felt a wave of drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

dawn,

When everything woke up, Shiraishi felt a sound in his ears, opened his eyes slowly, and saw the old man sitting by his bed late last night, fiddling with herbs in his hands.

"woke up?"

When he spoke, the old man's hands like dead branches were already fiddling, and he said without turning his eyes.

"Um."

"Then get up, it's time to change the medicine."

"Um."

With the lesson from last night, when he got up this time, Shiraishi sat up a little bit, and then the old man took off the bandage wrapped around Shiraishi and replaced the herbs that had lost their efficacy, revealing a green juice with a hint of herbal medicine. Red flesh, still a single wound, caused by Shiraishi's movement last night.

"You're in good health. I didn't expect that most of the wounds would heal in one night. It seems that your strength is not weak." Then he handed Shiraishi a bowl of bitter soup and let him drink it.

Shiraishi took a sip and drank it and handed it back to the old man. The old man nodded and pressed his dry fingers on Shiraishi's chest.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"It's okay to hurt, don't move too much these days, wait until it's completely healed."

"Um"

After the old man checked Shiraishi's wounds, he applied the herbs that had been prepared. The strong medicinal effect stimulated Shiraishi's newly healed wound, but Shiraishi endured it by his own will.

"Shout out when it hurts, but endure it and let your body suffer more damage."

The old man gave Shiraishi a sidelong glance.

"The pain is already used to me, it's nothing."

Shiraishi shook his head and smiled. Seeing this, the old man stopped talking, took away the herbs and bandages he had just changed, and was about to leave.

"Old man!"

Shiraishi shouted.

"What's wrong?"

The old man turned to look at Shiraishi, and seeing the calm but slightly peaceful face, what Shiraishi was about to say seemed to be stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

"thanks."

"Well, lie down and have a good rest."

Watching the old man leave, Shiraishi shook his head again, perhaps in the eyes of such an old man, any words of gratitude paled in front of him.

"When the injury is healed, let's see if there is any chance to repay the old man."

Shiraishi, who was lying down, couldn't sleep at this time, and the medicinal effects continued to spread. It was like tens of thousands of ants crawling through the wound, making it feel as if life was worse than death.

Shiraishi closed his eyes tightly, any attack, the tingling sensation caused sweat to flow on his forehead, after a while, the pain gradually subsided, Shiraishi fell asleep unconsciously, and it went on like this for three consecutive days, and During these three days Shiraishi also learned where he was.

Nerubites!

In this world, the Nerubite tribe is a neutral tribe that has always been isolated from the world. On the surface, it sounds like a poor and backward tribe, but it is actually the most intelligent tribe in the entire human race.

Among them, Nirvana 400 years later was created by their patriarch. Nirvana is a combination of magic and architecture a long time ago. It is a moving ancient city.

This is an unparalleled magic that replaces light and darkness, it can transform the character of people who are not strong-willed, and it is one of the forbidden magics that have been sealed.

Hearing this news, Shiraishi was almost taken aback. He didn't expect that he was in this wisdom tribe, and the old man who was taking care of him these days was Robin Lu, the patriarch of the Nerubite tribe! No wonder Shiraishi looked familiar but didn't recognize him.

"Forget it, since you're here, just stay well."

Shiraishi lay on the bed with a bandage, and fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was the next morning, and the old man appeared by Shiraishi's bed on time.

"Get up, take your medicine."

"Okay, old man."

Shiraishi got up and untied yesterday's herbs and bandages. The old man was surprised to find that Shiraishi's wound had completely healed, and now there were only new tender flesh on the wound. Instead of applying herbs to Shiraishi, the old man took a jar of Not knowing what was in it, he stretched out his fingers and scooped out a piece of liquid and smeared it on Shiraishi's body.

A cool breeze spread across Shiraishi's body from the wound.

"Okay, now your body can recover most of it with just one more day of rest."

After finishing everything, the old man sat down in front of Shiraishi.

"Although I don't know where you came from, but if you want to come, you are also a person in distress. If you want to stay in the Nerubite tribe, you must find a job, otherwise even my patriarch has no right to let You stay on."

In an era when food was extremely precious, no tribe would give out a surplus of grain to support an idler, so Shiraishi either left or chose to stay for work after his injury.

"I understand."*