Chapter 11： Long road ahead

It’s not a romantic thing to wander around the world. Among the exciting relics, magic, behemoths and hero stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced – such as the wind and the night in the wild. How to fill your stomach.

The fugitive journey was in a hurry, especially on the premise that the castle was broken and the last few guards died to resist the last moment. No one could have the time to prepare a bag full of dry food, and everyone finally set off. The place is the ancestor mausoleum, and the place is not like a place to store food...

So the amber belly is hungry, everyone is aware of the real problem that is imminent.

Surrounded by a wasteland, there are no bare roots. The opposite side of the hillside is the Cecil collar that has been turned into a ruin of the sea of ​​fire, but there is a jungle somewhere far below the hillside.

In this magical medieval place, the jungle outside the town is synonymous with danger. Civilized lights can't shine, except the beast is a robber and a monster, but the jungle also means another thing: there will be more food.

And to go to the town of Tanzan in the north, I also had to go through this jungle.

The group found a flat and open place on the edge of the forest to rest temporarily, and then began to allocate the person responsible for finding food.

Gao Wen first looked at the little girl who was so sleepy. This little girl named Betty was really lacking in existence, but she was bold enough. She was not scared when she came flying. Of course, it may be Being scared and stupid, so no response. At this time, the little girl was holding the pan tightly in her hand. She stood nervously and nervously. After taking care of Gao Wen’s line of sight, she narrowed her neck slightly.

"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, the three of you stay here, Byron, you stay as a guard," Gao Wen said. "Other people go hunting with me. Including you, amber."

Betty is not fighting. Heti and Rebecca are different as magicians, but they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the woods, and they are very depleted. From the battles in the castle until now, there is no The opportunity to recover from meditation is a fatal problem for the caster who needs a good mental state to exert his strength, so it is better to stay home and return to the blue as soon as possible.

The three loyal family warriors certainly didn't complain about these arrangements, but Amber opened his eyes: "Why should I go too? I am so tired!"

Gao Wen glanced at her: "I touched your ears, how many of them have a half-eld pedigree, don't follow me to the forest to hunt and say that my ancestors lived on the tree?"

Amber flat mouth, full of resentment: "You are a racial prejudice - who told you that the elf must be hunting in the woods, I am learning to sneak, not to patrol..."

"You dig my grave."

Amber: "...well."

Gao Wen led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed to be unhunted to go hunting in the woods, leaving the loyal Byron Knight and the three ladies to watch the house in the makeshift camp.

After arranging some vigilance runes with little remaining magic, Herti sat on the stone with exhaustion, and Rebecca led Betty around the warning range of the Byron Knight, then holding a The small bundle came back from the dry branches found nearby.

After the branches were piled on the ground, Rebecca stepped back two steps, lifted the staff, and chanted the most basic fire spell, and an unstable burst fireball condensed in the air.

Herti stopped the opponent before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, let me come."

After igniting the bonfire with a normal magical flame, the cold air accumulated in the underground tunnel and the early morning wind finally got out of the body. Heti sighed and looked at Rebecca with some helplessness: "When can you? Learn magic outside of fireball..."

Rebecca shyly bowed his head: "Sorry, aunt."

"Don't be so easy to show the appearance of nothing, even if you apologize, don't make your head low like this," Herti squinted at her forehead. "You are already a person who inherits the title, do you know? Your performance today... ... To be honest, the ancestor was probably disappointed, although he did not show it."

Rebecca suddenly got nervous: "So... what?"

Heti groaned and sighed: "Hey, what can you do? Look at the way the family is now. I am afraid that no child of Cecil can satisfy the ancestors. What we look like today... and the family The glory is too disproportionate."

Rebecca grinned hard. For her, she grew up in accordance with the life track of the general aristocratic children. Recently, she experienced a series of things that greatly exceeded her cognition. There is no teacher. Telling her how to face these things - whether it is the attack of magic waves and monsters, or the fact that the ancestors climbed out of the coffin - all this made the young Viscount Miss feel helpless.

After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally got the courage: "Aunt, you think the ancestor... Is he really resurrected?"

Hetty looked at Rebecca's eyes and she could easily guess the prostitute's mind.

"Do you doubt the ancestor or doubt the resurrection of the ancestors?"

"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but it's a bit unbelievable."

"I am the same, but the truth is in front of me," Herti shook her head. "I still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice must learn? It's not a theoretical knowledge and a magic formula, but a maxim: true. It runs counter to common sense, but the truth is always true. This sentence is also true in areas other than magic."

Seeing Rebecca thinking, Heti whispered: "No matter what the ancestors recovered from their long sleep, the resurrection of the Cecil family ancestors must be a fact..."

Betty looked at the two hostesses and found that they couldn't understand what they were talking about, so they bowed their heads and continued to hold her baby's pan in a daze.

Soon, Gao Wen, who went hunting, led three soldiers and an amber back.

The hunting was not very rich, but it was quite satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two large birds with unrecognizable feathers and gorgeous feathers. By the way, they also picked up a lot of wild fruits. Filling your stomach should be no problem.

Looking at the amber hand and foot and skillfully handling the body of the prey, Gao Wen snorted: "I also said that I would not hunt. Is your skill so skillful as the gray elf in the moss forest?"

Moslin is a vast forest on the border of the Angulei tribe in the Kingdom of Ansu and the west. The Grey Elves, a subspecies of the elves, living in the moss forest, are considered to be the best hunters in the world. They are better at chasing prey in the jungle, and they are even better than the forest elves. After Gao Wen found that he really needed to make up the common sense of the world, he turned over his memory in his mind when he was idle. The knowledge in this area was just found, so he took it here and learned to use it.

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Amber cleaned up the viscera of the gorgeous big bird and said it was not lifted. "It’s really a big hero seven hundred years ago. You have to say a few hundred years about the gray elf. History, do you know that the gray elf is now importing and exporting medicinal herbs, is it not hunting?"

Gao Wen: "..."

Amber kept moving, and skillfully put the packed prey on a long wooden stick, placed it next to the campfire, and then looked at Gao Wen: "I told you, I really can't hunt, although I Half of the elves are of pedigree, but since I was recording, I have lived in the human society. It is an old thief who has raised me a lot..."

"Then your craft..."

"Although I won't hunt, I will steal chickens." Amber smiled like a child who could talk to the party after he had dug up the graves of the people. "This technique was learned at that time."

Gao Wen: "..."

Next to Herti, when he heard the amber, he frowned slightly: "It’s really vulgar."

Amber swayed his fingers: "Yes, I am vulgar. Who made me a thief? I can only occasionally touch a few copper plates from the pockets of passers-by, but you can live in the castle from the pockets of the people. The aristocrat of money."

Miss Amber’s voice did not fall, and the long sword in the hand of Byron’s knight was “squeaky” and she was squirted and placed on her neck.

The half-elf's cold sweat came out on the spot.

Gao Wen waved his hand and let Byron close the sword, then curiously looked at the amber: "I am strange, if you don't say anything, just rely on your mouth, how come you have not been killed today?"

Miss Half Elf hasn't heard anything yet, and Gao Wen has already imitated her voice and shook her head and said: "Escape is first class - is it?"

amber:"……"

"Oh, what are the conflicts of class contradictions? Let's put them aside. Now we are a person on board," Gao Wen sighed and touched a fruit from the side and put it on his lips. "Everyone recovers first." Physical strength, the legal system's time to meditate to restore mana, must start before noon. We have been underground for one night, can not waste the next whole day."

"Betty, let's put that one aside," Rebecca glanced at his little maid and kindly reminded him, "I can't use it now."

Betty looked at her mistress and looked at the pan in her hand as if he was in hesitation.

Gao Wen was a little curious: "Why do you always hold this pot?"

Betty seemed a little afraid of Gao Wen. She shrank her neck and clutched the handle of the pot: "Mrs. Hansen told me that I will be responsible for frying sausages and breads in the future... use this pan."

"Mrs. Hansen is responsible for managing the kitchen in the castle," Hetty whispered to Gao Wen. "But it is dead."

Gao Wen sighed and looked at the little girl with freckles on her face.

"This pot is yours, it will be yours in the future," he said. "Now you can put it aside and come over to eat."

(Second more!!)