The lunch in front of the door was already cold, and the vegetables soaked in oil were wrinkled. Azrube knocked on the door, but sure enough he got no response. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to push the door open and enter.
The back is not a bedroom, but a narrow corridor that turns back blocks the view. "Ma'am." He raised his voice slightly, "Anyway, please have something to eat."
"I have a bad appetite." A tired female voice refused. It seemed that she had pretended not to hear the knock on the door.
Azrubber couldn't help but raise his funny round eyebrows and persuaded: "The dinner is very rich, madam. There are onions, roast pork and several kinds of cold food. You can keep some of it."
"Then the onions are ready. Take the rest."
He returned the same way with the plate. A passing waiter was willing to do it for him, and several maids wanted to show their courtesy, but Azrube refused them all. "My osprey happens to need feeding," he told them. "I would be very grateful if you could notify the kitchen to prepare the broth."
By the time he returned to the room prepared for him by Isbon Glonion, the sun had already set. Azrubber pulled back the tapestry in the corner, completely exposing the mirror inside. The opaque mirror allows a clear view of the room's furnishings, except that there is an extra figure on the sofa. It seemed that the "osprey" was already waiting for him. "Unfortunately, the only thing in the castle is broth and onions for soup."
The other party didn't even look at him. "You know I'm a vegetarian."
"It would be rude if I didn't bring it to you and ask you."
"Do you think it's not rude to ask? I'm not your subordinate, so don't do these little tricks."
Azrube did not object. "As you wish, sir. I just want to encourage you." He said casually, "By the way, let me know the sailing time. At three o'clock in the morning, there will be a Pulin merchant ship bound for Knight's Bay, named Jinguo. The captain wants to sell it. The last of the season's ripe autumn apples, for which even the decks are packed with cargo boxes. It seems this trip will be the one you've been dreaming of, sir." He dropped the words and covered them with tapestry.
…
When another fully loaded cargo ship from the Garden of Flowing Waters set sail, the last passenger Azrube received was still chopping the waves in the sea of green trees.
"Sparrow Wine...forget it, let's call you Sparkle Wayne. You don't look like a trustworthy helper at all. No wonder the green elves are so oppressed by humans that they hide in the forest." This guy actually dared to call himself "The Forester" "Ears", maybe because trees are all deaf.
The little human splits an acorn. "Is this a human name?" His focus was entirely different.
"Quite a unique name. Not at all popular, really."
"What about you? Uriel, where's the name?"
Who cares? "It's very common, not as noble as yours." This is the name Sister Mary gave him, taken from a thick book "In Memory of the Dead." The gospels of the Church of Gaia are so diverse that they are almost all-inclusive. Sister Mary named each boy according to the list of the dead above, and told them the glorious life of a heroic ancestor that the name once carried. The last glory of Uriel's life was to forge the copper ring on King Watson's armor.
"Don't care about the name, it is very important." Sparrow Wine said solemnly, "You know the magic spell that calls me in the secret language of nature: write your name on the green leaves. If the forest race does this, they will Get a little oil-rubber human as a helper. At least for us, names are very important." It suddenly became dejected, "But the green elves will always get our names, even if we say it casually, some members of the tribe will be Summon over.”
"Why?"
"Because of the Monument of Saint Valorant."
Uriel unscrewed the lid of the kettle and poured some hot cocoa out. The forest was damp and cold in the dim light at night. Even if there was a bonfire to keep away the cold, he suspected that he would get rheumatism.
As a matter of course, Sparrow Wine stretched out a greasy paw towards him, grabbing the half-empty oak shell. The apprentice had to give it a few drops. The guy drank it all in one gulp and licked the bottom of the cup clean. "It tastes really good." He also wanted a drink.
But Uriel would not let it get used to it until it finished speaking. "The stone tablet belongs to Heather and is a sacred object of the forest race. There is a poem on it," Sparrow Wine told the apprentice. "It is said that every word in it is the name of a small oil-rubber human race."
"That curse..."
"...itself contains our names. Although Heather values us very much, he actually gave the stone tablet to the green elf!" It was indignant, "It's really unfair."
Uriel couldn't comment on what the forest goddess was doing, not to mention the story sounded outrageous. "That's right." But he would not be stupid enough to express his opinion. At this time, the only thing he should do is to agree. "The green elves are abusing the gift of the goddess." What he was thinking was that it was fortunate that the secret language of nature only belonged to the forest race, otherwise the small oil rubber human race would be more popular than the brown fairies.
"So, the name is quite important." Sparrow Wine looked at his kettle longingly. "You gave me a new human name, which shows that our relationship is close. We have shared the joys and sorrows for so long, and it's really time for you to show it."
"Who do you think this is all because of?" Uriel did not want to continue to "share joys and sorrows" like this. "Even if I left on my own, I should have found Roma long ago."
"How can you blame me?" The little human felt very aggrieved. "She keeps moving and runs faster than flying! Damn it, can't you just let this child calm down for a while?"
"She can't possibly know we're looking for her," Uriel pointed out. What's more, Roma is with the adventurer Yasukawa, and she may not be able to decide whether to go or stop.
If it hadn't been for Ma Jingjiu's repeated assurances, he wouldn't have stayed in the forest for so long. During the day they traveled as hard as they could, and at night they rested for a few hours. He arrived too late, otherwise he would have caught up to his target. Perhaps the main reason lies with the guides. Last night, Marrow Wine suddenly said that it had lost her, but then quickly and easily said that it had found her. Uriel was sure it wasn't lying, but that was why he felt worried.
"Ever since I found her, her movement speed has become extremely fast." The little human said confidently, "Maybe she walked along the river, or grew wings. Really, it is impossible for a lion-man who is still an apprentice to Running so fast.”
"Could it be because of the adventurer? People say he is Gao Huan."
"As long as he doesn't suddenly become a void, it will never be possible." Sparrow Wine declared, "The forest is no better than a town, and there are no fixed roads." It was as if it had seen a human city.
The dry wood in the campfire was almost gone, and the smell of black smoke from the wet wood was pungent. Sparrow drank too much wine and volunteered to keep vigil for him. So Uriel found a drier patch under a pine tree and prepared to survive another freezing night. When a pine nut struck his eyebrow, Uriel drew his sword and stood up. He was sure he had only closed his eyes for a few minutes.
"She is approaching the green elf's station." The little human jumped on his shoulder and said nervously, "The wind is blowing from over there, and I heard someone calling my kindred."
"Is it Roma?" It is said that Roma believes in Heather, and maybe she can speak in secret.
"No, it's the Green Goblin. I think they're looking for her. That's not good. She's in trouble."
…
Finding your way through the forest is not difficult, the Harp is in the east and the moon rises in the south. The only trouble was to keep climbing the tree, otherwise she would wander off within ten yards. The fog is too thick.
Roma hung on a tree and gnawed on a black rabbit, and the bones she spat out were all over the ground under the tree. It had rained here a few minutes ago, and the leaves were wet. The grass-seed goblins kept scurrying around to avoid the water drops. The little lion enchanted himself with Windrunner's magic "Night's Embrace" to see more clearly in the dark. A broken bone flew out and hit a piece of castor. Its large leaf filled with rainwater was immediately knocked over, soaking a group of grass seed goblins gathered below.
"You run so slowly." She commented, leaning forward and sitting on the branch.
After becoming a Windrunner, she is faster and lighter, and can easily catch prey without a bow. If Roma bent her bow and set an arrow, the wild beasts would be frightened away by her. At first, she didn't realize how powerful the arrow she shot was, so much so that it affected a pond fish while hunting and broke a huge spruce tree growing by the river. I'm afraid the river will stop flowing as a result. So she ran away before anyone found out.
The fog in Shimmer Forest was really annoying, something she hadn't even noticed a few days ago. Now Roma's direction is her limit, she doesn't know how to find Anchuan. Although she thought that the other party was likely to find trouble with the church on his own, but... after all, the mentor had other things to do. There was no way I could catch up with him.
These days the little lion has been traveling downstream along Silver Creek, but has not yet reached the ford where she once waded. When she saw the river, the mysterious knowledge that fire brought to her made her eager to try it, but because she didn't have any flint with her, she gave up the idea in the end. Maybe I can try it now, Roma sucked on the last fleshy bone. The sudden light rain wet her hair, and the mud all over her body made her miss the clean bedroom. Anyway, the feeling of being soaked can't be worse than it is now... Roma jumped down from the tree.
With a bang, an arrow pierced the spot where she had just stopped, its feather tail still trembling. She didn't even hear the bowstring. hunter? Did he treat me like a beast?
This is a possibility worth thinking about at such a juncture. Roma's hair cannot be covered, and he is squatting on the tree without moving. From a distance, it is difficult to distinguish whether this is a resting cheetah or an intelligent creature. However, when hunting a cheetah... the mercenaries would not care about the wild beasts, and the hunters would not want to provoke them, which could only be aborigines.
Yasukawa said that green elves can't see completely at night, otherwise they wouldn't have to use torches. If there is indeed a beast that breaks into the green elves' territory, it is not impossible that they will attack first.
But the subsequent attack forced Roma to give up the idea of resolving the misunderstanding.
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