"Gret, is it really okay for us to do this?"

Bud stood among the strikers and looked at Gret beside him, a young man a few years older than him.

"No problem, don't worry. Even if they want to arrest people, they will only arrest me and will not expand. After all, they still need people to work."

"Then won't you be in danger?" Bud was a little anxious. It was rare to have such a good friend.

"Haha, I have my own way. Someone will always do these things, right?"

"Oh, in fact, everyone has this mentality. They always think that others will stand up for them and not be hurt." Gret sighed a little when he said this.

"We all want to seek profit and avoid harm, constantly obey, and dare not resist. In this way, we took one step back and one step until we gave up everything."

Gret looked at the dazzling sunshine in the sky, blocking part with his fingers, and a small amount of light poured out from his fingers, like a ray of light passing through the dark canyon.

"Individuals are lonely and weak, but if they unite, trust each other and warm each other, they will gain great courage."

"I'm not fighting alone."

"This sentence is simple and simple, but it makes me feel extremely at ease. Perhaps this is the power of unity."

Bard looked at Gret silently. In fact, he didn't understand any ideas or principles, but he also had dreams of heroes with many ordinary people.

As the minstrel says, when crisis comes and falls into a desperate situation, there will always be a hero who appears, who is extremely powerful, breaks everything, subverts everything, and saves everyone.

When he was a child, he often hid in the corner of the tavern and listened to the poets playing the strings telling such stories. Under the dim lights, those poets could always tell wonderful stories from their mouths, such as dragons, princesses, knights, and magicians. Each character was extremely vivid, as if they were also sitting in the tavern, drinking ale, and talking about adventure life easily.

Unfortunately, such time has long passed. He is no longer the boy who eavesdrops on a rural tavern. He came to the big city to pursue his dreams. He was like a calf hitting a hard rock, with his head bleeding. Until now, he slowly realized that he was extremely small and fragile in this world, and the word hero has long passed away.

If I hadn't met Gret, I would have been sinking into this loss and confusion, Bard thought.

"Thank you, Gret."

"Well? Why did you say this suddenly? Are you going to leave first?" Gret was a little surprised. The protest was not over yet.

"It's nothing, thank you for helping me get the robbed salary back." Bud looked at Gret and smiled. Although his face was not good-looking, he seemed very natural and honest at this time, which made others not very interested in his appearance.

"This is nothing, aren't we friends?"

"Well, my friend needs to say thank you." Bard insisted a little.

The long protest ended, and the Nissos Chamber of Commerce sent people to negotiate. At the insistence of Gret and others, the representative finally said that the treatment of employees would be improved, the previous new winery would be closed, and the sick employees would also receive compensation.

After receiving a satisfactory reply, the crowd protesting the strike slowly dispersed, while Gret was surrounded by everyone, cheered and threw it away, and then fell down. After that, everyone chose a restaurant to celebrate.

Unfortunately, there were too many people coming and the restaurant couldn't sit there. In the end, the group simply set up a bonfire by the beach and bought bacon, fish and wine.

They sat around, some of them yelled about their heroic experiences during the day, teased and praised each other, and bursts of laughter came from time to time under the night sky.

Bard also sat with them, sitting on the ground, grilled sea fish, responding from time to time, making exaggerated laughter.

The orange-yellow fire reflected the excited and proud faces, pairs of agile eyes. The previously dark and numb faces seemed to be dyed again, and they were warm orange.

The browned fish meat was sprinkled with a small amount of salt, and the fat and lean meat skewers dripped by the fire. The fragrance of food was filled with the air, mixed with the fragrance of burning pine wood, which made a group of people feel drool and their appetite increased greatly.

I took off the skewers impatiently, and made a strange sound again. Another burst of laughter sounded, and it spread far away on the beach under the night sky.

After eating, they started drinking again, and sang country songs from time to time, and some people followed the rhythm, so that they were very late.

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After the night party, Bud helped Gret back to his residence. Gret was already drunk and walked a little crookedly, but at least he had not completely lost consciousness.

"Ba...d, have you ever thought about... what to do in the future? Hiccup?"

"I haven't thought about this carefully. I probably have a better life and can eat it every day."

Bard thought for a moment and expressed his opinion.

"This...this is not possible, once... one must have a dream." Grett went wrong again unknowingly.

"Dream...I don't know, I just want to live." Bard didn't quite understand, after all, survival is the most important thing.

"Huh, that's when you haven't reached that time yet."

"One day, you will find something buried in the deepest part of your heart, making you think about it day and night, unable to let go, and always want to do it."

"At that time, you knew your dream." Gret suddenly woke up a little.

"Um."

"Would you have any dreams, Gret?"

"I, don't joke if I told you." Gret walked a little tilted again.

"I want to be a big hero, respected and loved by everyone, and then... and then make countless beautiful girls fascinated by me, haha"

Under the dim moonlight, Gret smiled freely, and shocked several dogs barking in the middle of the night.

Bud held Grett's shoulder and laughed. Which boy doesn't like beautiful opposite sex? It's just that everyone pretends not to say anything.

Then the two talked about the beautiful girls in Hoplane, from girls in workshops to girls in taverns, from daughters of ordinary families to young ladies in chambers of commerce.

I walked and stopped along the way, and slowly I finally arrived at where Grett lived.

"Do you know who the most beautiful girl in Hoplane is?" Grett asked.

"I don't know." Bard answered honestly.

"It's Miss Lace from the Carites family. Unfortunately, she rarely appears. I only heard people say that she has long golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her beauty is like the bright moon in the sky, and is dreamy but not like the world."

"Is it better than Miss Fengna from the Anemi family? Didn't you just say that Fengna is the beauty of the world?"

"Actually, I haven't seen her before, but Miss Lady has implemented many merciful regulations and benefits recently, so I think she is a hero and is more beautiful than Fukuno." Grett said of her idealistic aesthetics.

“That’s true.”

Bud responded, then helped his friend into the room and let him lie on the bed before leaving the house.

The bright moon is like teeth, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mists, and the continuous sound of insects sounds came from all over the place. In the middle of the night, there was a little chill.
Chapter completed!