The night always has an air of mystery.
But that was for the forest, so even though I could theoretically walk sideways in this forest, I ended up not choosing to camp in the forest.
Of course, the main reason for this is that I did not reveal my strength, but vaguely stated that I was good at magic.
Fortunately, there is a lumberjack hut near the entrance of the forest. From the outside, it seems that it has not been used for a long time, but once you enter, you can find that it has been visited by more than one wave of adventurers. Although it is not considered clean, it is obviously more suitable for human survival than an abandoned house.
"I heard that many traces of demons have been found in the forest now. We must be more careful tonight." The thief sighed and said, "The White Empire is restless, and the demons are ready to move now. It is really a troubled winter. Listen It is said that the demons are particularly resistant to freezing, so there is a high possibility of invasion in winter." The thief opened the door, casually swept the dust on the chair and sat down, as if he didn't intend to do anything.
The chair was very clean, and no dust actually fell off when the thief swept it.
I turned my head and looked around.
The wood that could hardly be called the window sill had rotted wood, and there was quite a bit of dust accumulated inside the rotten wooden shell. However, what contrasted was the clean surfaces on the bed, table, and chair.
All these traces indicate that someone seemed to have used this place a few days ago.
The forest is dangerous, and it is difficult for disaster victims from the south to pass through it to the Immortal Fortress. In a sense, this road is not much closer than the main road, and it is more dangerous.
So he was an adventurer who set off some time ago?
Although General Enol told me that they sent out many people in different directions, the possibility of the same route does not seem very high.
I walked towards the table, wiped it lightly, and after making sure there was no dust, I turned my head and suggested: "In this case, I will set up some traps around to guard against attacks by wild beasts at night. You guys clean up the nearby area, and then Let’s see if we can get some prey.”
The ranger and pharmacist were stunned for a moment, and the thief looked at me strangely and said, "Well - how should I put it, brother, you have a convincing aura all over your body, but does our command have too much power? It’s faster, theoretically we are all on the same level...”
The ranger covered the thief's mouth, then put his arms around his shoulders and sighed: "He is like this... But since you said so, you must be a magician. Although your bag It’s not big, but it looks like a magic scroll from the shape?”
I nodded.
Magicians usually have a higher status among adventurers, which is now commonplace.
The soldier walked around silently at this time, and the pharmacist took out a bag of powder from the bag and handed it to him.
The thief seemed to want to say something else, but was immediately dragged away by the ranger.
I also turned around and walked out of the lumberjack hut, my senses spreading, trying to find some other clues or extra breath.
But it's a pity that the stranger's breath does not exist in the perception.
This does not prevent me from setting up magic traps. After all, just in case the high-level monsters in the forest break out, although they are just warning traps, they are still necessary.
It was already dark after setting all the traps. The warrior and ranger brought back an unlucky deer, the thief came back with a bundle of firewood, and the pharmacist set up a pot...
Something seems wrong here.
"This pot of yours isn't for cooking medicine, right?" The thief looked a little dumbfounded and pointed at the copper pot, "This thing looks like an alchemy cauldron!"
The pharmacist glanced at him and said, "It's just a professional habit. I usually use this pot."
"Do you usually use this to mean refining medicine or cooking?"
The ranger put down the deer in his hand, walked over silently, and put his arm around the thief.
Neck said: "It's okay, you don't need to worry about him. He has been like this for a long time. I have persuaded him to seek treatment, but he always feels that talking nonsense is not a disease..."
Vomiting when you have trouble is also a kind of illness.
······Something is wrong.
I shook my head to get rid of the strange thoughts in my mind, rubbed a flame, and then used the mage's hand to gather the firewood to make a fire.
"You can use the mage's hand so skillfully, you are not an ordinary mage." The ranger said to me thoughtfully.
"Hey, it's just some tricks to make a living." I said with a smile.
It is also a good choice to occasionally expose your own strength, which can effectively reduce a lot of trouble.
At least now, I have established some prestige within this small team.
The deer was quickly skinned and divided into many parts. One part was smoked, roasted and preserved for later consumption, while the other part was cooked into a rich broth.
But at this moment, people's voices came from the forest nearby.
"Sorry, can I join you? I'll pay."
The next moment they heard the stranger's voice, everyone subconsciously raised their weapons.
And I looked around more vigilantly.
Magic Alarm - Not Triggered!
The strength of the visitor was much higher than expected. Either a high-level combatant discovered my trap and directly exceeded the limit, or a high-level magician directly cracked my alarm, but in either case, it proved that he was coming. people······
I widened my eyes and looked at the stranger with some confusion.
The person has an overly white face and blond curly hair. His face looks a little childish, but the bridge of his nose is very three-dimensional, like a knife carving, adding a touch of perseverance, and his eyes are a deep sea blue, reflecting the beating orange firelight. , the hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and was just casually gathered at the sides with both hands, while the rest was shrouded in a dark blue scholar's robe.
"Sorry, I'm a traveling scholar. I saw you guys resting here, so I came to ask. It's getting late. I think it would be safer if there are more people. After all, one more person in this hellish place will make it safer." He raised the question The magic book in hand slowly approached us.
No, the most terrifying thing is for a traveling scholar to appear in such a ghost place at night.
And this guy——
Rings of different colors were worn on the exposed fingers. Although the fluctuations were not strong, the magician side could easily capture the magical fluctuations.
"Oh, by the way, maybe you don't trust me, but I am actually a brave man certified by the Holy See - "Bright Star". "
