Traveling to another world is not a romantic thing. Between those exciting ruins, magic, giant beasts and heroic stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced-such as eating and sleeping in the wild and how to deal with them. Fill the stomach.
The escape journey was in a hurry, especially under the premise that the castle was breached, and the last few guards resisted until the last moment. It is impossible for anyone to have time to prepare a bag full of dry food. The place is the cemetery of the ancestors. It doesn't look like a place where food is stored...
So when Amber was hungry, everyone realized the imminent real problem.
Surrounding it was a piece of wasteland, bare and without even a root of grass. On the other side of the hillside was Cecil Territory, which had been turned into ruins by the sea of fire, but a little further down the hillside, there was a dense forest.
In this magical medieval place, the dense forest outside the town is synonymous with danger, where the lights of civilization cannot shine, except for beasts, there are robbers and monsters, but the dense forest also means another thing: more food.
And to go to Tanzan Town in the north, you have to go through this dense forest.
The group found a flat and open place to rest temporarily at the edge of the forest, and then began to assign people responsible for finding food.
Gawain first took a look at the stupid little maid—this little girl named Betty really lacked a sense of presence, but she was quite courageous. She wasn't scared to cry when the dragon flew over before. I was so scared that I didn't respond. At this time, the little girl was still holding the pan tightly in her hand, and stood there nervously. After noticing Gawain's gaze, she shrank her neck a little.
"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, the three of you stay here, Byron you stay as a guard," Gawain said, "The others will go hunting with me. Including you, Amber."
Betty has no combat effectiveness. Although Hetty and Rebecca are different magicians, they are not suitable for chasing wild animals in the woods, and they consume a lot of energy. The chance of meditation recovery 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 the blue as soon as possible so that the next journey can have a little more fighting power.
Of course the three loyal family warriors had no complaints about these arrangements, but Amber stared wide-eyed: "Why should I go? I'm so tired too!"
Gawain glared at her: "Touch your ears, you're more or less of half-elf blood, don't you follow me to the woods to hunt, are you ashamed to say that your ancestors lived in trees?"
Amber pursed her lips, full of resentment: "You are racially biased—whoever told you elves must hunt in the woods. I learned stealth, not forest patrol..."
"You dig my grave."
Amber: "...well."
Gawain led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed he couldn't hunt to hunt in the woods, leaving the loyal Knight Byron and three ladies to watch the house in a temporary camp.
After arranging some warning runes with the little magic power left, Hetty sat on the stone wearily, while Rebecca led Betty around the warning range of Knight Byron, and then hugged a Bundle came back from a dry branch found nearby.
After piling up the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps back, raised her staff, and chanted the most basic fire-igniting incantation, and an unstable burst fireball condensed in the air.
Hetty stopped the fireball before it exploded: "Forget it, let me do it."
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 gradually forced out of the body, Hetty heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Rebecca helplessly: "When do you want to be able to do so?" Learn magic other than fireball..."
Rebecca lowered her head in shame: "I'm sorry, aunt."
"Don't show your worthless appearance so easily, even when you're apologizing, don't lower your head like this," Hetty rubbed her forehead more helplessly, "You are already the heir to the title, you know? Your performance today... To be honest, that ancestor was probably very disappointed, although he didn't show it."
Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "Then... what should I do then?"
Hetty was startled, and sighed: "Oh, what can we do? Looking at the current state of the family, I am afraid that none of the Cecil family's heirs can satisfy the ancestors. Our current appearance... is different from the past glory of the family. It's just too disproportionate."
Rebecca pursed her lips vigorously. For her who grew up following the life trajectory of ordinary noble children, the series of things she experienced recently greatly exceeded her cognition. No teacher He had told her how to face these things—whether it was the attack of demon waves and monsters, or the fact that the ancestor crawled out of the coffin—all these made the young Viscountess at a loss.
After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally mustered up her courage: "Auntie, do you think the ancestor...is he really resurrected?"
Hetty looked into Rebecca's eyes, and she could easily guess what this niece was thinking.
"Are you doubting the ancestors, or the resurrection of the ancestors?"
"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but this matter... is really unbelievable."
"I am the same, but the facts are in front of me," Hetty shook her head, "Do you still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice must learn? It's not about theoretical knowledge and magic formulas, but a motto: the truth may be Contrary to common sense, but the truth is always the truth. The same applies to fields other than magic."
Seeing Rebecca lost in thought, Hetty added in a low voice: "No matter what the reason for the ancestor's awakening from the long sleep, the resurrection of the ancestor of the Cecil family must be a fact..."
Betty glanced at the two hostesses, 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, Gao Wen, who went hunting, returned with three soldiers and an amber.
The hunt was not very rich, but it was still satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two unnamed large birds with gorgeous feathers, and they also picked back a lot of wild fruits , It should be no problem to fill your stomach.
Seeing Amber handling the prey's body deftly and skillfully, Gawain curled his lips: "You also said that you don't know how to hunt. You are as skilled as the gray elves in the moss forest."
The Moss Forest is a vast forest located on the border of the Ansu Kingdom and the Ogoule Tribal State in the west. The Gray Elves living in the Moss Forest—a subspecies of elves—are considered to be the best hunters in the world. In terms of chasing prey in the dense forest, they are even better than the forest elves. After Gao Wen realized that he really needed to catch up on the common sense of this world, he looked through the memory bank in his mind when he was free. He had just found this knowledge, so he used it here to learn and use it.
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Amber tidied up the internal organs of that gorgeous big bird and replied without raising her head: "You are indeed a great hero seven hundred years ago—your story about gray elves must have a history of hundreds of years at least. Right? Do you know that the gray elves are now engaged in the import and export of medicinal materials, and they no longer hunt?"
Gao Wen: "..."
Amber kept moving her hands, skillfully strung the packed prey on a long wooden stick, and set it up beside the campfire, then glanced at Gao Wen: "Let me tell you, I really don't know how to hunt, although I I'm half-elven, but I've been living in human society for as long as I can remember, raised by an old thief..."
"Then your craft..."
"Although I don't know how to hunt, I know how to steal chickens." Amber smiled like a child who can chat and laugh happily with the client just after digging someone's ancestral grave. "I learned this skill back then."
Gao Wen: "..."
Hetty next to her frowned slightly when she heard Amber's words: "It's really vulgar."
Amber shook her finger: "Yes, yes, I am very vulgar, who told me to be a thief, I can only occasionally pick a few copper coins from the pockets of passers-by, compared to those of you who live in the castle and can dignifiedly take them from the pockets of the vassals" Aristocrats of money."
Before Miss Amber could finish her sentence, the long sword in Knight Byron's hand came out of its sheath with a clang and fell on her neck.
The cold sweat of the half-elf came out on the spot.
Gawain waved his hand, asking Byron to put away the sword, and then looked at Amber curiously: "I'm just wondering, apart from anything else, how come you haven't been beaten to death just because of your mouth?"
Before the half-elf lady could say a word, Gawain imitated her tone and shook his head and said, "The ability to escape is first-rate—isn't it?"
Amber: "…"
"Okay, let's put aside any class conflicts and consciousness conflicts. Now we are on the same boat," Gao Wen breathed out, and casually touched a fruit from the side and put it in his mouth. "Everyone recover first." For physical strength, those of the legal system must hurry up and meditate to restore their mana, and they must leave before noon. We have already spent the night underground, and we cannot waste the next whole day."
"Betty, put that aside for now," Rebecca glanced at her little maid, and kindly reminded, "It's not needed now."
Betty looked at her hostess, then at the frying pan in her hand, as if in hesitation.
Gao Wen 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 tightly grasped the handle of the pan: "Mrs. Hansen told me that I will be responsible for frying sausages and slices of bread in the future... using this pan."
"Mrs. Hansen is in charge of managing the kitchen in the castle," Hetty explained to Gawain in a low voice, "but she is dead."
Gao Wen sighed, looking 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."
(Second update is coming!!)