Chapter 272: Solidified Fairyland

Sherlock stopped and pressed his forehead with a headache.

Aiwass, who was walking in front of him, immediately sensed all this. He also stopped and turned around: "Are you okay, Sherlock?"

"I'm fine."

Sherlock said coldly: "I feel it's because this body is too short... For the same distance, you can walk fast, but I have to jog to keep up. A little tired... I feel the blood vessels in my forehead are throbbing."

Aiwass smiled when he heard it.

But he didn't say "Then I'll walk slower" or other caring words, just casually said: "Maybe I'm thirsty. After all, we haven't drunk much water all afternoon."

After that, he took out a kettle from his arms and threw it to Sherlock.

Sherlock, dressed as a newsboy, took the kettle and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

Then he sprayed it out directly.

"...Are you sick!"

In the laughter of Aiwass's successful prank, Sherlock angrily tightened the lid of the "kettle": "I'm only thirteen or fourteen years old now, you give me wine?"

And it's strong liquor.

Sherlock could tell after taking a sip that this was a 40%-proof whiskey from the Church.

The amber-colored liquor had a unique and rich burnt aroma, like roasted wheat. There was also a faint fruity sweet aroma, which left a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

But Sherlock's tolerance for alcohol was poor, so he usually had to add some water to make it drinkable - or he could add some lemon juice and honey water.

Aiwass just took the bottle away slowly and handed Sherlock another almost identical kettle: "I didn't tell you that there was water in it."

"I trusted you!"

"Don't give me that. You just let your guard down because you were surrounded by acquaintances."

Aiwass said bluntly: "If someone turned into me and fed you poison, would you drink it without hesitation? Maybe if you stopped for a second or two, you would feel something was wrong. But you did it too quickly - do you think I would be happy about your death? 'Oh, my friend Sherlock died because of his trust in me, I'm so happy'... Do you like this tune?"

"... Tsk."

Sherlock smacked his lips and didn't know what to say for a while.

Although he was very unhappy, he felt rationally that what Aiwass said was indeed reasonable. He was even more unhappy because he couldn't refute it.

He could only drink the water honestly and accept Aiwass's lesson.

"But it's really strange."

Evans saw Sherlock's unhappy face, and he, who had already mastered Sherlock's manual, said directly: "We rode the griffin from above twice, but still couldn't see where Eagle Point Village was."

They had followed Haina's instructions and went south from Bagpipe Town... As a result, they flew to Alder Town, but still couldn't find Eagle Point Village.

Evans didn't give up, so he asked the two griffin aunts to fly back from the ground - but still couldn't find it.

Finally, they got off the griffin in Bagpipe Town, asked around, and found out that Eagle Point Village was indeed nearby. Under the enthusiastic guidance of a local resident, they finally found the forest path.

"Two possibilities. Either it is some kind of large barrier that conceals existence... or it is the Fairy Forest."

Sherlock was distracted by Aiwas's words.

He looked at the path in the dense forest and said seriously: "Do you know the Fairy Forest?"

Evans nodded. Lily and the griffin Liz looked over curiously.

Sherlock ignored Aiwass, but looked at the two ladies and explained seriously: "Whether it is Avalon, Star Antimony or Iris, there is a common legend in those densely forested rural areas, that is, children are prone to disappearing in the forest. The legend refers to the 'Fairy Forest'.

"In those dense forests that you can't see the bottom at a glance and there is no way to climb up to see far away, if a very harmonious path suddenly appears, but there is clearly nothing to see before... then this is most likely the Fairy Forest. Some fairies live here.

"Only those who are invited by fairies can enter the Fairy Forest-usually innocent, lively and healthy children, or young people with simple and enthusiastic personalities. One of the necessary conditions is good-looking, and the other condition is to have talents such as singing or dancing.

"After these people enter the Fairy Forest, they will play with the fairies. At this time, they often forget time and their faces are not old... Whenever they want to leave, the fairies will teach them something and keep them for a while. When they really leave, they will find that they don't know how long it has been outside. "

"... Isn't that good?"

Lily was a little confused: "Isn't this a disguised way to prolong life?"

Sherlock said seriously: "These are some good-tempered fairies. There is another kind of bad fairies, they will directly force the children to stay here and turn them into new fairies; in order to "increase friends", they will even take the initiative to abduct or steal children.

"Stolen children like this, even if they can be rescued before they turn into fairies, often can't speak human language. So the Fairy Forest is very dangerous - no matter whether the fairies living in it are good or bad.

"And the easiest way to identify the Fairy Forest is the light source. If the sun is obviously very bright, but there is no light in the depths of the forest, and no animals come out of it, then this path may lead to the Fairy Forest. "

Sherlock said, pointing forward: "For example, here - look."

The straight path disappeared into the distance.

The surrounding trees seemed to give way on their own initiative, leaving a clean dirt road.

"It's already mid-December. The fallen leaves and dead branches should be all over the ground, but the dirt road is clean. The fallen leaves fell neatly on both sides of the road, as if someone had swept them."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and analyzed calmly: "Just one look, you know that there must be something wrong here, right?"

Lily lowered her head in shame.

She is obviously a transcendent who adapts to the Tao, and the highest proportion of her spiritual intuition is danger perception. But when she stood here, she only vaguely felt a little bit of disobedience, and there was no sense of crisis at all.

But she was a little confused.

Miss Haina, is this...living in the fairy town?

But fairies are creatures of the path of beauty.

If this is really the fairyland, how could Haina, who was born here, have no adaptability to the path of beauty?

"In short, we have to be prepared to see fairies first."

Aiwass narrowed his eyes, staring at the dark unknown space deep in the forest path, and told the two people quite unpopular and rare knowledge: "In fact, 'fairy' is a very unfriendly name for fairies. It is a derogatory name. Just like calling the 'son of the moon' Si Cuige a vampire, directly calling fairies 'fairies' will arouse their hostility.

"Compared to the son of the moon, the thinking of fairies is simpler. This means that they will say whatever they think of, and do what they say. Even if they are very dissatisfied, they will not suppress it in their hearts, but will express it directly.

"The correct name is 'our kind neighbor' or 'joyful creature'... remember it."

"But," Lily was still a little confused, "Eagle Cape Village is not necessarily the fairyland..."

Little Sherlock sighed.

"Don't you understand yet, Miss Lily?"

He said in a serious and childish voice: "What Aiwass means is... he would rather goblins live here."

As he said that, they stepped completely into the darkness and crossed the mountain.

After a brief silence, a ray of light pierced the darkness. The noisy noise came through the shadows.

The gorgeous golden sunset hung in the sky, illuminating the entire village and casting long shadows. People came and went, laughing and enjoying themselves.

——Eagle Cape Village at dusk was like a frozen painting.

It seemed that this place was so beautiful a long time ago, and it seemed that this moment could last like this for a long, long time.