Traveling into another world is not a romantic thing. Between the exciting ruins, magic, giant beasts and heroic stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced - such as in the wild. How to eat and sleep in the open and how to fill your belly.
The escape journey was always in a hurry, especially when the castle was breached and the last few guards resisted until the last moment. It was impossible for anyone to have time to prepare a bag full of dry food. Come out, and the last place everyone set out was the ancestral mausoleum. That place didn't look like a place where food was stored...
So when Amber got hungry, everyone realized the imminent real problem.
It is surrounded by a wasteland, with no grass at all. On the opposite side of the hillside is the Cecil Territory that has been reduced to ruins in flames, but a little further down the hillside, there is a dense forest.
In this magical version of the Middle Ages, the dense forests outside the town are synonymous with danger. Where the lights of civilization cannot shine, the only beasts are robbers and monsters. However, the dense forests also mean another thing. : There will be more food.
And if you want to go to the town of Tanzania in the north, you have to pass through this dense forest.
The group of people found a flat and open place to rest temporarily at the edge of the forest, and then began to allocate the people responsible for finding food.
Gawain first glanced at the dull little maid - this little girl named Betty really lacked a sense of presence, but she was very courageous. She was not scared when the dragon flew over before. Crying, of course, it's also possible that he was frightened and didn't respond. At this time, the little girl was still holding the pan tightly in her hand and stood a little nervously. After noticing Gawain's gaze, she shrank her neck slightly.
"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, you three stay here, Byron you stay as a guard," Gawain said, "Others will go hunting with me. Including you, Amber."
Betty has no fighting ability. Although Hetty and Rebecca are different magicians, they are not suitable for chasing wild beasts in the woods, and they lose a lot of energy. After the battle in the castle, there has been no chance to meditate and recover until now. This is a fatal problem for spellcasters who need a good mental state to exert their strength. Therefore, it is better to stay and look after the family and return to Lan as soon as possible. Then the rest of the journey can be still A little more combat effectiveness.
Of course the three loyal family warriors had no complaints about these arrangements, but Amber's eyes widened: "Why should I go too? I'm so tired too!"
Gawain He glared at her: "Touch your ears, you are half-elf blood. If you don't follow me to hunt in the forest, do you have the nerve to say that your ancestors lived in trees?"
Hu Hu said flatly. , full of resentment: "You are racially prejudiced - who told you that elves must hunt in the forest? I learned to sneak, not to patrol the forest..."
"You dig my grave ."
Amber: "...Okay."
Gawain led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed not to hunt in the woods, leaving behind the loyal Knight Byron and Three women look after homes in a makeshift camp.
After using the remaining magic power to place some warning runes, Hetty sat tiredly on the stone, while Rebecca led Betty around the Byron Knight's warning range. He walked around in a circle, and then came back holding a small bundle of dead branches found nearby.
After piling the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps back, raised her staff, and chanted the most basic fire-starting spell, and an unstable bursting fireball condensed in the air.
Hetty stopped the fireball before it exploded: "Forget it, I'll do it."
After lighting the bonfire with a more normal magic flame, in the underground tunnel and in the early morning The coldness accumulated in the night wind was finally forced out of the body. Hetty breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca helplessly: "When will you learn magic other than fireball..."
Rebecca lowered her head in shame: "I'm sorry, aunt."
"Don't show your worthlessness so easily, even when you apologize, don't lower your head like this," Hetty added Rubbing his forehead helplessly, "You are already the heir to the title, you know? Your performance today... To be honest, the ancestor was probably very disappointed, although he didn't show it."
Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "Then... what should we do?"
Hetty was stunned and sighed: "Oh, what can we do? Looking at the current situation of the family, I'm afraid No descendant of the Cecil family can satisfy our ancestors. Our current appearance... is really inconsistent with the past glory of the family."
Rebecca pursed her lips hard, thinking about her childhood. As for her, who grew up step by step according to the life trajectory of ordinary noble children, the series of things she has experienced recently have greatly exceeded her cognition. No teacher has told her how to face these things—— Whether it was the attacks of demonic tides and monsters, or the fact that her ancestor crawled out of the coffin - all this left the young viscountess at a loss.
After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally plucked up the courage: "Aunt, do you think our ancestor... is really resurrected?"
Hetty looked at Rui With Beca's eyes, she could easily guess what her niece was thinking.
"Do you doubt your ancestors, or your ancestors' resurrection?"
"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but this matter... is a bit unbelievable."
"Me too, but the facts are before us," Hetty shook her head, "Do you still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice must learn? It's not theoretical knowledge or magic formulas, but a sentence Motto: Truth may be contrary to common sense, but truth is always true. This sentence is also true in fields other than magic."
Seeing Rebecca fall into thinking,Hetty added in a low voice: "No matter what the reason is for the ancestors to wake up from their long sleep, the resurrection of the ancestors of the Cecil family must be a fact..."
Betty looked at the two hostesses. At a glance, she realized that she didn't understand what they were talking about at all, so she lowered her head and continued to hold her precious pan in a daze.
Soon, Gawain, who went hunting, came back with three soldiers and an Amber.
The hunt was not very rich, but it was quite satisfying. They brought back three rabbits and two unnamed large birds with gorgeous feathers, and they also picked some There are a lot of wild fruits of all kinds, which should be no problem to fill your stomach.
Seeing Amber handling the carcass of the prey quickly and skillfully, Gawain curled his lips: "You also said that you don't know how to hunt, but you are as skilled as the gray elves in Mossywood. Okay.”
The Mosswood Forest is a vast forest located on the border between the Kingdom of Anzu and the Ogure Tribal Nation in the west. The gray elves living in the Mossywood Forest are a subspecies of elves. ——Considered to be the best hunters in the world, they are even better than the forest elves in terms of their ability to chase prey in dense forests. After Gawain discovered that he really needed to supplement the common sense of this world, he looked through the memory bank in his mind when he had nothing to do. He had just found this knowledge, so he used it here to learn and use it.
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While picking up the internal organs of the magnificent bird, Amber replied without raising her head: "You are truly worthy of being a great hero from seven hundred years ago - stop saying those jokes about gray elves. It must have a history of hundreds of years, right? Do you know that the gray elves are engaged in the import and export of medicinal materials and no longer hunt?"
Gowen: "..."
Amber? His hands kept moving, skillfully stringing the collected prey on a long wooden stick and setting it up next to the campfire. Then he glanced at Gawain: "Let me tell you, I really don't know how to hunt, although I have I am half-elf, but I have been living in human society since I can remember. I was raised by an old thief..."
"Then your skills..."
p>"Although I don't know how to hunt, I can steal chickens," Amber smiled like a child who could still chat and laugh happily with the person after digging someone's ancestral grave. "I learned this skill at that time."
Gawain: "..."
Heidi frowned slightly when she heard Amber's words: "It's really vulgar."
Amber shook. Pointing his fingers: "Yes, yes, I am vulgar. Who makes me a thief? I can only occasionally take a few coins from the pockets of passers-by. I am no better than you who live in the castle and can openly take money from the pockets of the people." Noble."
Before Miss Amber finished speaking, the long sword in Knight Byron's hand was unsheathed with a clang and placed on her neck.
The half-elf broke out in cold sweat on the spot.
Gawain waved his hand and asked Byron to put away the sword, and then looked at Amber curiously: "I'm surprised. If you don't say anything else, just based on your mouth, how come you haven't been beaten to death today? "
Before the half-elf lady said anything, Gawain imitated her tone and shook his head and said: "You are very good at escaping - right?"
Amber: "... "
"Okay, let's put aside any conflicts of class consciousness. Now we are people in the same boat," Gao Wen breathed out, casually touched a fruit from the side and put it on the table. On the lips, "Everyone recovers your physical strength first. Those of the legal system should seize the time to meditate to recover their mana. We must set off before noon. We have already spent a night underground and cannot waste the next whole day."
< p>"Betty, please put that aside first," Rebecca glanced at her little maid and reminded kindly, "You won't need it now."Betty looked at herself The hostess looked at the pan in her hand again, as if she was hesitating.
Gawain was a little curious: "By the way, why are you holding this pot all the time?"
Betty looked a little afraid of Gawain. She shrank her neck and held on to the pot tightly. The handle: "Mrs. Hansen told me that from now on I will be responsible for frying sausages and slices of bread... using this pan."
"Mrs. Hansen is in charge of the kitchen in the castle," Hetty whispered Explained to Gawain, "But he is already dead."
Gawain sighed and looked at the little girl with a few freckles on her face.
"This pot is yours, and it will be yours from now on," he said. "Now you can put it aside and come over to eat."
(II More coming! )