Breaking into another world is not a romantic thing. Among the exciting artifacts, magic, behemoths, and hero stories, there are more genuine problems that have to be faced-such as sleeping in the wild and how to fill the stomach.
The escape journey was rushed, especially when the castle was breached and the last few guards fought desperately to the last moment, no one could have the time to prepare a bag full of dry food, and everyone set off last to The place is the ancestor's mausoleum, and it doesn't look like a place where food is stored...
So when Amber was hungry, everyone realized the imminent real problem.
They were surrounded by a wasteland, with bare roots and grass. Opposite the hillside was Cecil's collar, which had been turned into a sea of fire, but there was a dense forest a little further below the hillside.
In this magical medieval place, the dense forest outside of the town is synonymous with danger. Where the lights of civilization cannot shine, except for the robbers and monsters, the dense forest also means another thing: food.
And to go to the northern town of Tanzanite, we have to go through this dense forest.
The group found a flat and open place on the edge of the forest to rest temporarily and then allocated the personnel responsible for finding food.
Gawain first glanced at the stupid little maid—this little girl named Betty really lacks the sense of existence, but she can be courageous. She was not scared to cry when the dragon flew. Of course, it may be. I was so frightened that I 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, Heidi, Rebecca, the three of you stay here, Byron. You stay as a guard," Gawain said. "The others will go hunting with me. Including you, Amber."
Betty is incompetent. Although Heidi and Rebecca are different, as magicians, they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the woods, and they consume a lot of energy. They have been there since the battle in the castle until now. The time of mental recovery is a fatal problem for spellcasters who need a good mental state to exert their strength, so it is better to stay here and return to the good state as soon as possible, then the next journey can have a little more combat effectiveness.
The three loyal family fighters certainly did not complain about these arrangements, but Amber's eyes widened and said: "Why should I go too? I'm so tired too!"
Gao Wen glared at her and said: "Touch your ears, you have half-elf blood, don't you follow me to go hunting in the woods, I am ashamed to say that my ancestors lived in trees?"
Amber kept her mouth closed, full of resentment: "You are racial prejudice-whoever tells you that elves must hunt in the woods, I am good at sneaking, not to patrol the forest..."
"You did dig my grave."
Amber: "... Okay."
Gawain led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed to be incapable of hunting to hunt in the woods, leaving the loyal Knight Byron and three ladies to look after the hut in the makeshift camp.
After arranging some warning runes with the remaining magic powers, Heidi sat wearily on the stone, while Rebecca led Betty around the guard range of the Byron Knights and then held a small bundle of dead branches found nearby.
After stacking the branches on the ground, Rebecca stepped back slightly, raised the staff, and recited the most basic fire-igniting spell, and an unstable bursting fireball condensed in the air.
Heidi stopped the silly girl before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, let me come."
After lighting the campfire with a normal magic flame, the cold accumulated in the underground tunnel, and the early morning night wind finally gradually became comfortable. Heidi breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca helplessly: "When you will learn magic other than fireball..."
Rebecca lowered her head in shame and said: "I'm sorry, aunt."
"Don't be ashamed so easily, don't lower your head like this when you apologize," Heidi rubbed her forehead even more helplessly, "You have already inherited the title, you know? Your performance today...… To be honest, the ancestor is probably very disappointed, although he did not show it."
Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "Then... what should I do?"
Heidi was startled, and sighed: "Oh, what can we do? Look at the way the family is now. I am afraid that none of the Cecil family's descendants can satisfy our ancestors. The way we are now... The brilliance is too disproportionate."
Rebecca pursed her mouth forcefully. For her who grew up in the castle according to the life trajectory of ordinary noble children since she was a child, the series of things she has experienced recently have exceeded her cognition, and there is no teacher telling her how to face these things.
whether it was the attack of the demonic wave and monsters, or that the scene of an old ancestor crawling out of the coffin—all of which left the young viscounty at a loss.
After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally plucked up the courage: "Auntie, do you think the ancestor... is he really resurrected?"
Heidi looked into Rebecca's eyes, and she could easily guess what the niece was thinking.
"Do you doubt the ancestors or the resurrection of the ancestors?"
"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but this matter...it's a bit unbelievable."
"Me too, but the facts are in front of you," Heidi shook her head, "Do you still remember the first lesson every magic apprentice must learn? It's not theoretical knowledge and magic formulas, but a motto: the truth may run counter to common sense, but the truth is always true. This sentence is also true when used in areas other than magic."
Seeing Rebecca lost in thought, Heidi added in a low voice: "No matter what the reason for the ancestors' recovery from a long sleep, the resurrection of the ancestors of the Cecil family must be a fact..."
Betty glanced at the two mistresses and found that she couldn't understand what they were talking about, so she lowered her head and continued to hold her precious pan in a daze.
Soon, Gawain, who was gone hunting, returned with three soldiers and Amber.
The hunt was not very rich, but it was quite satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two unnamed large birds with bright feathers. They also picked back a lot of wild fruits, by the way., It should be no problem to fill your stomach.
Watching Amber handle the corpse of the prey with her hands skillfully, Gawain curled his lips: "Also said that can't hunt. You are as skilled as the gray elves in the moss woods, okay?"
Mosswood is a vast forest on the border between the Anzu Kingdom and the Ogure tribe to the west. The gray elves living in the moss woods.
A subspecies of elves are considered to be the best hunters in the world. In terms of their ability to chase prey in the dense forest, they are even better than the forest elves. After Gao Wen found that he really needed to supplement the common sense of this world, he went through the memory bank in his mind when he was idle.
Try to pretend that you are a local with strong roots.
Amber picked the innards of the feathered bird without looking up and replied: "It's really a great hero from 700 years ago. Your facts about the gray elves must be hundreds of years old. Isn't it history? Do you know that now the Grey Elves are engaged in the import and export of medicinal materials and have stopped hunting now?"
Gao Wen: "..."
Amber's hands kept moving, and he skillfully strung the prey on a long wooden stick and set it by the campfire. Then he glanced at Gao Wen: "I tell you, I really can't hunt, although I was with Half of the elf blood, since the year I can remember, I have been living in human society, and I was raised by an old thief..."
"Then your craft..."
"Although I don't know how to hunt, I can steal chickens." Amber smiled like a kid and could talk and laugh with the client after digging his family's ancestral grave. "This craft was learned at that time."
Gao Wen: "..."
Heidi frowned slightly when she heard Amber's words: "It's really vulgar."
Amber shook her fingers: "Yes, yes, I'm vulgar, who makes me a thief, I can only occasionally touch a few copper plates from the pockets of passers-by, but you can steal directly from the pockets of the people who live in the land. Hmm! money of nobles."
Before Miss Amber finished her words, the long sword in the hands of Knight Byron 'zhang'- unsheathed and placed it around her neck.
The cold sweat of the half-elf came out on the spot.
Gawain waved his hand and ordered Byron to put away the sword and then looked at Amber curiously: "I'm surprised. If nothing else, just with your mouth, why haven't you been beaten to death by today?"
Before Half-elf said a word, Gawain already imitated her and shook his head and said, "The ability to escape is first-rate, is it right?"
Amber:"..."
"Okay, let's put aside any class contradictions and conflicts of opinions. Now we are a people on the same boat," Gao Wen exhaled and picked a fruit from the side and throw it in his mouth. "Everyone should recover physical strength firth, then the magicians should hurry to meditate to restore mana, and we must set off before noon. We have been underground for a night, so we can't waste the entire day."
"Betty, you can put that aside first," Rebecca gave her little maid a look and kindly reminded her, "we don't need it now."
Betty looked at her mistress, then at the pan in her hand, as if hesitated.
Gao Wen was a little curious: "Why do you keep holding this pan?"
Betty looked a little scared of Gawain. She shrank her neck and clutched the handle of the pot tightly: "Mrs. Hansen told me I will fry sausages and bread slices from now on... she ordered me to use this pan."
"Mrs. Hansen is in charge of the kitchen in the castle," Heidi explained to Gawain in a low voice, "but she's dead."
Gawain sighed and looked at the little girl, who has some freckles on her face.
"This pan belongs to you, and it will be yours from now on," he said. "Now you can put it aside and come over here for dinner."