Of course, Roma also caused the Blue Envoy an equal amount of trouble. She never felt wronged. But whether she suffered a disadvantage is one thing, and the mutual hostility caused by the conflict is another matter. Sooner or later, the Ministry of Education will arrange for her to become an apprentice to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Most candidates for mentors are "Lion" Ronald Zachary. She doesn't care. As long as it's not Dean Rubin.
Now, if I get the Gray Strip, I'll be a real messenger back in the tower. Roma thought as she chewed on the bones. Although she is not old enough to be assigned to a foreign assignment, she will definitely have no problem working as a law enforcer in Hokolin and Abroz, and she can accept it even in San Carlos. But before going to the subordinate country, I have to go back to the grassland to meet my mother.
At some o'clock, sparks jumped out of the bonfire. Roma shrank and realized that she didn't have to worry. "What kind of mysterious place are you talking about? You can tell me now."
Yasukawa is brushing honey on rabbit meat. It was getting late now, and the fallen leaves were rustling. "Don't think I don't know you want to take off your shoes," he said without looking up. "It's true that you obtained the gold belt, but if you fail the fire trial, you won't even have to go to the mysterious place."
"I will definitely succeed." She was actually a little worried, but she didn't want to say it. "Sabine will be shocked when I get back to the tower. She wants to leave me and become Mystic early. No way. I will be faster than her! I still have her snowflake ring."
"I finally know where your other ring came from."
Roma was not embarrassed at all. "I stole it, and no one found it. If Larson hadn't been here, I would have taken away his Night Whisper ring." Eberly was more rigid than Sauron, the ring of the White Envoy, but it could be said no matter what. Give directions. "Are we going to travel all night?"
"In the Twilight Forest, there is no difference in danger between night and day. But you must ensure that you have enough energy to cope with the fire ceremony tomorrow morning."
"I'm very energetic now too. Why don't you start now?"
"It's not yet time." That's all Yasukawa said back and forth, and Roma didn't know when he thought it would be appropriate. She fell asleep very late due to excitement. As a result, Windrunner's mentor woke her up in the early hours of the morning, proving that the previous rest and relaxation were just excuses.
"Where's the ceremony?" She asked hazily.
But things weren't what she thought. Yasukawa gestured under the moonlight to ask her to be quiet, and mouthed to tell her that someone was nearby.
Roma blinked sleepily. "Who?" she said, yawning. Sleep stretched out his claws and pulled at her consciousness. She was too fast asleep to get up.
Windrunner pulled her up.
Someone. She finally woke up and quickly covered her mouth. It was difficult to travel in the forest at night. Whether the person coming was an adventurer or a passing beast, she had to deal with it mentally in advance. Roma couldn't imagine what would happen if she entered the shimmering forest alone without Anchuan. No matter how arrogant she is, she will never think that mortals can fight against mystery.
After the silence, the sounds in the wind became clearer and the direction became easier to identify. Roma poked her head out from the branches where she had spent the night and saw a group of well-dressed adventurers walking through the ferns under the distant mountain wall. The shadows under their torches were stuck together by the light, constantly flickering on the stone wall.
Countless legends and songs flowed through her heart, and Roma was so excited that she pressed the bow with one hand. Those people didn't come directly to their hiding place, but she seemed to be taking the initiative to create some noise. Before pulling out the arrow, the instructor held her shoulders.
"What do you want to do?" As the distance becomes longer, there is no need to be extra cautious. Yasukawa scolded sternly, "Don't cause trouble for me." His voice was strange, as if it was condensed around his body.
Since the instructor had the solution, Roma also tried to speak: "Isn't that the green elf?" Sure enough, the voice was sent away.
"They are indeed green elves. So you want to say hello to them with a bow and arrow?" Anchuan said angrily. "Okay, the green elves have much better bow and arrow skills than you. Before they enter your shooting range, they can see a stupid lion squatting on the tree. You'd better remember this and try not to be on the enemy's home ground. start fighting."
"I just wonder where they are going. Are the nature elves members of the Saint Valorans? Are they as beautiful as the pictures? Is it true that Helen said elves have no nails on their fingers?"
"I think you know enough." Her mentor didn't seem to know the nature elf's nails. "Then do you think elves are friendly?"
There are also elven races in Brumnot. There are even traces of druids and tree shepherds in the forests outside the ring city. Roma met an old elf lady. Although her appearance was old, her temperament and behavior made Roma feel ashamed. "No worse than some humans." She thought of the White Envoy.
"That was in Croita. Saint Valoran is not that polite to ordinary humans... The same goes for Croita. Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not anyone's responsibility. Anyway, the City of Floating Clouds There are no elven slaves, and green elves will not attack caravans passing through the forest." Windrunner had to bring the topic back under Roma's glare. "What's more, the natural spirits in this forest do not belong to Saint Valoran at all."
"I thought all nature elves were one of them." Roma recalled and realized that she had almost never heard of Saint Valoran from apprentices or astrologers. The existence of this mysterious fulcrum is worse than that of the underground race, and all her knowledge of it comes from history textbooks.
"The true priests of nature never leave nature. The walls and fortresses built by humans on the natural land are the most unacceptable blasphemy in their eyes. I think unless the evil dragon comes again, these guys will not be willing to appear in front of mortals. Yes." Yasukawa said.
"Isn't it true that only the path Heather has walked is the natural territory?" Roma pointed out.
Her mentor pushed aside the branches that had been blown to her forehead by the wind. "Yes, but where Heather has been, only the gods know. The natural races accuse people of cutting down forests and destroying their homes, but in fact their homes are also their own fenced territory. Before the War of Dawn, the Human Empire Austria Rhynia burned all the shimmering forests on the border, and Saint Valoran went to war with Orynia over it.”
Roma knew this history. "Saint Valorant lost." She was more curious about how Yasukawa knew the history of so many mysterious fields.
"At that time, the state religion of Aurenia was the Tritheism, the Judgment Agency, the Mercury Temple, and the Gathering of Destiny. There was such a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, and the natural race had only one way to surrender." Windrunner seemed to be remembering. "When the demons first invaded Nox, Orenia ceased to exist. This was a great empire that once defeated the entire forest race, but few people today remember its glorious past."
But you remember. "Did your mentor tell you this?" Roma asked.
He turned his head and glanced, the nostalgic look in his eyes seemed to be Roma's illusion. "Yes." Before the little lion had time to ask, he turned back. "They're gone."
Don’t want to talk, or don’t want to tell me? Roma looked into the distance unhappily, and sure enough she saw the flames disappearing into a shadow that could not be lit. She squinted her eyes, dilated her pupils slightly, and finally caught the outline of the last person. "They moved behind a large group of rocks."
"There is a wild mine. A few years ago, a wealthy businessman obtained an adventurer's exploration notes and learned that there was a gold mine somewhere in the Shimmering Forest. He sent people to clear the nearby trees to establish a mining area, and hired adventurers Guarding the camp. As a result, the green elves discovered their whereabouts after only a few years of digging, so the miners and guards were driven away, and the mining area was naturally abandoned."
"So you call that place a wild mine?"
"I prefer to call it a greenstone mine. There are countless such abandoned mining areas in the Twilight Forest. The source of the river you swim through is an exhausted gem mine, and there is an aquamarine on the Queen's crown." Nursery Rhyme 'That's where it comes from."
"Then you call it bluestone mine?"
"No, it's the Silver Creek Mine. 'Nursery Rhyme' is not a gem mined by humans, but found by natural elves from underground rivers. In the era when elves and humans coexisted peacefully, the 'Nursery Rhyme' gemstone was given to Eastman. The king as a friendly gift. You know Silverstream, right?"
I am afraid that there is no creature who believes in Heather who does not know this. "The Silver River is the first river on earth, and its waves flow through the mountains, rivers and wilderness accompanied by the goddess's song." Want to test my faith? It's not like she can't remember anything. Roma reacted the next second. "Nursery Rhymes and Silver Creek. Well, what a random name."
The instructor just nodded and said nothing more.
Roma climbed back onto a high branch and tied a knot with a cane to prevent herself from falling in her sleep. She shook her finally liberated feet, still thinking about the natural elves in her mind. "Since the Greenstone Mine is not the Silver Creek Mine, what do you think the nature spirits would be doing there? It's unlikely they're mourning their enemies."
"Elves must have died during the battle. Maybe they were just remembering their lost kin, or patrolling places where humans have appeared." Anchuan's answer was boring. He didn't care much about the movements of natural elves. "Okay, go to sleep. I'll keep you awake. You still have the Fire Trial to prepare for tomorrow morning."
She had almost forgotten about it. "You said it wasn't hard, right?"
"It's up to you."
Roma had no choice but to lie down. The forest fog was not thick at night, and through the gaps between the branches and leaves, she could see the harp seat and the thin and broken moon. The cracks on the latter's body seemed to have faded. She suddenly longed to see Blumnot.
The City of Floating Clouds floats thousands of miles high in the sky, about half a continent away from Eastman. Even with magical help, this was impossible. She thought of the observation ball she broke. Did Sabina fix it? Did she pass the trial of fire? It was so far that I almost came to the border of Binya Io. Roma touched her pocket, took out a pansy seed, and threw it into the sky. When I become Windrunner, when I find Aiken, I will go home. She made up her mind.
The next morning, Roma opened her eyes to see a purple three-petaled flower making faces at her.
