Chapter 11 Long Road Ahead

Traveling to another world is not a romantic thing. Between those exciting relics, magic, giant beasts and heroic stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced - such as sleeping in the wild and sleeping in the wild. How to fill your stomach.

The escape journey is in a hurry, especially when the castle is breached and the last few guards are desperately resisting until the last moment, it is impossible for anyone to have the time to prepare a bag full of dry food. The place is the tomb of the ancestors, and it doesn't look like a place where food is stored...

So when Amber was hungry, everyone realized the imminent real problem.

The surrounding area was a wasteland, with no grass at all. On the opposite side of the hillside was Cecil's territory, which had been turned into a sea of ​​fiery ruins. However, a little further down the hillside, there was a dense forest.

In this magical medieval place, the jungle outside the town is synonymous with danger, where the lights of civilization cannot shine, except for the beasts, there are robbers and monsters, but the jungle also means another thing: more food.

And to go to the town of Tanzania in the north, you have to pass through this dense forest.

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

Gawain first glanced at the dull-headed little maid—this little girl named Betty really lacked a sense of existence, but she was brave enough. She was not scared to cry when the giant dragon flew over before. Of course, it could also be I was so scared that I didn't respond. At this time, the little girl was still holding the frying pan tightly in her hand, and stood there a little nervously. After noticing Gawain's gaze, she shrank her neck slightly.

"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, the three of you stay here, Byron, you stay as a guard," Gawain said, "The others go hunting with me. Including you, Amber."

Betty has no fighting ability. Although Heidi and Rebecca are different magicians, they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the woods, and their energy is very depleted. After the previous battle in the castle, they have not been able to. The chance to recover from meditation is a fatal problem for spellcasters who need a good mental state to exert their strength, so it is better to stay and watch the house and return to Lan as soon as possible.

The three loyal family warriors certainly had no complaints about these arrangements, but Amber's eyes widened: "Why should I go too? I'm so tired!"

Gawain glared at her: "Touch your ears, you have some half-elf blood, don't you follow me to go hunting in the woods, do you have the nerve to say that your ancestors lived in trees?"

Amber pouted, full of resentment: "You are racial prejudice - whoever told you that elves must hunt in the forest, I learned to sneak, not to patrol the forest..."

"You 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 watch their homes in the temporary camp.

After arranging some vigilance runes with the little remaining magic power, Heidi sat wearily on the stone, while Rebecca led Betty around the Byron Knight's vigilance range, and then held a Small bundles came back from dead branches found nearby.

After stacking the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps back, raised her staff, and recited the most basic ignition spell, and an unstable burst of fireballs condensed in the air.

Hetty stopped the other party before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, let me come."

After lighting the bonfire with a normal magic flame, the cold air accumulated in the underground tunnel and the early morning night wind was finally forced out of the body. Hetty breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca helplessly: "When do you want to be able to? Learn magic other than fireball..."

Rebecca bowed her head in shame: "I'm sorry,

aunt. "

"Don't look like you're useless so easily, don't put your head down like this even when you apologize," Heidi rubbed his forehead even more helplessly, "You're already the one who inherits the title, you know? Your performance today... ...To be honest, the ancestor was probably disappointed, although he didn't show it."

Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "Then... what should I do then?"

Heidi was stunned and sighed: "Hey, what else can we do? Looking at the current state of the family, I am afraid that none of the descendants of the Cecil family can satisfy the ancestors. Our current appearance... The brilliance is too disproportionate."

Rebecca pursed her lips hard. For her, who grew up step by step according to the life of ordinary noble children, the series of events she has experienced recently have greatly exceeded her understanding. There is no teacher. Having told her how to deal with these things—whether it was the onslaught of tides and monsters, or the fact that her ancestors had crawled out of the coffin—all left the young viscountess at a loss.

After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally summoned up her courage: "Aunt, do you think the ancestor... is he really resurrected?"

Heidi looked into Rebecca's eyes, and she could easily guess the niece's thoughts.

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

"Actually, I know I shouldn't be suspicious, but this...it's kind of unbelievable."

"Me too, but the facts are in front of you," Hetty shook his head. "Do you still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice must learn? It's not some theoretical knowledge or magic formula, but a maxim: truth may be Contrary to common sense, but truth is always truth. The same holds true outside of magic."

Seeing that Rebecca was thinking, Heidi added in a low voice: "No matter what the reason for the ancestor's recovery from the long sleep, the resurrection of the ancestor of the Cecil family must be a fact..."

Betty glanced at the two hostess 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 went hunting, returned with three soldiers and an amber.

The hunt was not very rich, but it was satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two unnamed large birds with gorgeous feathers. They also picked up a lot of wild fruits. , it should be no problem to fill the stomach.

Seeing Amber handling the corpse of his prey swiftly and skillfully, Gawain curled his lips: "He also said that he doesn't know how to hunt. You are as skilled as the gray elves in the moss woods, right?"

The Mosswood is a vast forest on the border between the Kingdom of Anzu and the Ogre Tribe to the west. The Grey Elves - a subspecies of Elves - living in the Mosswood are considered the best hunters in the world. , In terms of chasing prey in the jungle, they are even better than the forest elves. After Gawain realized that he really needed to make up for the common sense of this world, he rummaged through the memory bank in his mind when he had nothing to do.

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Amber tidied up the entrails of the magnificent bird and replied without raising his head: "You really deserve to be a hero from seven hundred years ago - your joke about gray elves must be hundreds of years old. History, right? Did you know that now the gray elves are engaged in importing and exporting medicinal materials, and they no longer hunt?"

Gao Wen: "..."

Amber's hands kept moving, skillfully strung the packed prey on a long wooden stick and placed it by the bonfire, then glanced at Gawain: "I tell you, I really don't know how to hunt, although I don't know how to hunt. I have half elf blood, but since the year I can remember, I have been living in human society, and it was an old thief who raised me..."

"Then your craft..."

"Although I don't know how to hunt, I can steal chickens," Amber smiled like a child who was able to chat and laugh with the parties after digging their ancestral grave. "I learned this craft at that time."

Gao Wen: "..."

Heidi frowned slightly when she heard Amber's words: "It's really vulgar."

Amber shook his finger: "Yes, yes, I'm vulgar, who made me a thief, I can only occasionally touch a few copper plates from the pockets of passers-by, but you who live in the castle can openly take it from the pockets of the subjects. A noble of money."

Before Miss Amber could finish speaking, the long sword in Knight Byron's hand was unsheathed and placed on her neck.

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

Gawain waved his hand and asked Byron to put away the sword, then looked at Amber curiously: "I'm surprised, if you don't say anything else, how come you haven't been beaten to death until today?"

Before the half-elf lady could say a word, Gawain had already imitated her tone and shook his head and said, "The ability to escape is top-notch—isn't it?"

amber:"……"

"Okay, let's put aside any class conflicts and consciousness conflicts, now we are on the same boat," Gawain sighed, and casually touched a fruit from the side and put it to his mouth, "Everyone recover first. Physical strength, the legal system should seize the time to meditate to restore mana, and must start before noon. We have already spent one night underground, and we cannot waste the next whole day. "

"Betty, you put that aside for now," Rebecca glanced at her little maid and reminded kindly, "I don't need it now."

Betty looked at her mistress, and then at the pan in her hand, as if in hesitation.

Gawain was a little curious: "By the way, why do you keep holding this pot?"

Betty seemed a little afraid of Gawain. She shrank her neck and clung to the handle of the pot tightly: "Mrs. Hansen told me that I will be responsible for frying sausages and slices of bread in the future... Use this pan."

"Mrs. Hansen is in charge of the kitchen in the castle," Hetty explained to Gawain in a low voice, "but she's dead."

Gawain sighed and looked at the little girl with a few freckles on her face.

"This pot is yours, and it will be yours from now on," he said. "Now you can put it aside and come over to eat."

(Two more coming!!)