"Pizos?" (Elvish language: Dad?)
The little girl immediately raised her head and asked in surprise on her back.
"What about your daughter?" Brando frowned.
"I will take care of her, Fonia's mother is my adopted daughter..." The elder replied after being silent for a while, "So you can rest assured that Bolton is voluntary. He is very grateful that you can bring Fonia back. …"
He paused and stroked Funia’s hair: “Of course, if I didn’t want to stay and lead everyone, I actually hope I could act as your guide for you. Compared to Bolton, I am more familiar with this forest. I hope you You can understand..."
Everyone was silent for a while. As mercenaries, they didn't know much about the Black Forest than Bran. There are more terrible legends here than the scariest bedside stories circulated by Eruin, specially used to scare children.
"Where is her mother?" But only Antitina asked with a frown.
Brando saw the little girl gripping the corner of her father's clothes tightly, and her heart moved slightly.
The elder sighed, and replied with some recollection: "Funiya's mother is half-elf blood. She used to be the most beautiful girl in our village, and was the happiest girl when she married Bolton-a pity, one more time. In the'hunting', in order to protect other people..."
Brando grinds his teeth.
Of course he knows what hunting is. In most areas of Warnd, the nobles regarded the conquest of the barbarians as hunting—a custom that had been established for centuries. However, this activity has become a symbolic act in most places, because the real barbarian invasion has long since disappeared after the first holy war.
In fact, today, except in Toni Goya, you rarely see the most fierce enemies of civilization.
The so-called'barbarians' like the Senians are nothing but a'misunderstanding' deliberately created by people like Grudin in order to satisfy their perverted hobbies. It's just that this misunderstanding is not only for the nobles, but also for the majority of the people.
"Okay." Brando nodded finally: "Close to the subject, since you have already decided. I naturally don't object, but this matter is not a trivial matter after all. How long do you need to prepare?"
He glanced at Bolton, thinking that with his ability to guarantee this guy's life there should be no problem, after all, there are three gold-level strengths in his team, which is different from the general adventure team.
In comparison, he was actually more worried about these people who stayed outside.
But the Senian elder nodded: "My lord, there are other issues that there is nothing to worry about. But I want to remind you that maybe you are not familiar with the black forest behind us. In fact, After entering autumn, this forest will become very dangerous. Especially as winter approaches, animals will become more aggressive because of hunger, not to mention monsters. In fact, I suggest..."
"It's okay," Brando interrupted. "As long as you pass us through the forest-we just want to pass through the forest. As for the rest-we can solve it."
The old man was startled, opened his mouth but said nothing.
He obviously didn't think that Brando was looking for a druid in the forest. The druid had been away from the world for nearly four hundred years, and he had almost never had any contact with the outside world. It's just that young people are familiar with the habits of those guys with strong territorial concepts, and believe that as soon as they enter the forest, they will definitely attract those'beasts'.
With Brando's experience, he believed that it would not be too troublesome to find them in reverse at that time.
As for finding the druids, how to persuade them to take him to find the legendary lost temple, Vahalla, is another question. It's just that Brando has now made up his mind to change the original plan, ready to find the legendary dusty kingdom first, and then go to reunite with the tiger bird.
He did this because of a series of troubles he encountered recently. There are more and more enemies entrenched in front of him, and time is becoming more and more pressing, so he has to find a quicker solution. Just how to gain the trust of the druid, this is a trouble. Those forest hermits who abide by neutrality have always held a skeptical attitude towards outsiders. Although they were allied with human beings, this relationship has long since vanished in the first holy war.
This question made him a little bit distressed for a while, but he could only take one step at a time. After all, the druid is different from the silver elves. The silver elves completely close the channel to communicate with the outside world. Although the druids escape from the world, they are not completely isolated from contact with the outside world.
It's just that there is very little contact.
The Senja elder thought for a while. Although he did not doubt whether these people had other intentions, from the description of Yor, the other party had the ability to razor their village to the ground, so it seemed that they were razed to the ground again. There is no need for conspiracy.
Moreover, they also destroyed an entire group of noble cavalry.
The old man would inevitably be frightened when he thinks of this. But at the same time, he is also worried and afraid. He is different from the young people in the village. His knowledge tells him that Baron Grudin will never let it go. I am afraid that revenge will follow soon.
At that time, how should the village resist
So he originally wanted to leave Brando and his party behind, at least this winter. It's a pity that he didn't expect that when he spoke, he was blocked by the other party. This caused him to have an idea that this pedestrian didn't care about their lives or life, but just wanted to make a deal with them.
However, the old man weighed this transaction, and it seemed that they were not qualified to refuse. Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing more deeply, looking a little helpless.
"I see, my lord." The old man crouched and replied helplessly: "I will make arrangements for the adults as soon as possible, please rest assured."
Brando kept quiet when he heard these words, but just nodded.
…
Seeing the back of the Senja elder and his group leaving, Brando finally felt relieved. But he couldn't help but sighed. Why didn't he understand the elder's worry, but he didn't have time to stay here for the whole winter.
Besides, staying is not necessarily useful—
He didn't mind telling Grudin that he did all this, but he couldn't guarantee that the moody, baronian scum would not be angry because of it.
Or it should be said that anger is almost inevitable.
"Brando, can we help them?" Roman tugged his sleeve on the side.
"Unless they are willing to enter the forest with us, but even then we can’t provide them with enough food for the winter. The only place nearby where you can purchase food is the territory of Grudin, but Romance, do you think he will provide it to us? ?" The young man asked calmly.
Miss Merchant's eyes flashed.
"I'll stay." The red-haired girl sat aside, pressing her halberd on her shoulder, turning her head to look at Brando with amber eyes.
Brando touched his forehead-at the same place on Akane's forehead, the black pattern was spreading like a shadow. Everyone knew that she was having nightmares every night, and she could barely breathe, but the girl didn't mention her situation a word when she was awake.
"You can't stay, Akane." He sighed and replied, "I don't even dare to let you be too far away from me. You have to spend a few months here, whether for you or for these people. It’s all too dangerous."
The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and sighed softly, as if she didn't care about her state. But Brando's words touched her, and she really couldn't stay, otherwise once she became an envoy, these people would not escape death.
Antitina looked at everyone here without saying a word. Although she didn't like the Senians, she couldn't help but clenched her fists in the face of this scene.
At this time, Brando on one side stood up, he had a full black coat, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Looking around, he said: "I'll go out for a walk—"
Everyone was taken aback.
In their impression, the young lord did not seem to be someone who likes to wander around. But Brando, seeing Tiger Sparrow and Akane, was about to follow subconsciously, and hurriedly stretched out his hand:
"Tiger, Akane, you stay. Let me be alone for a while, and you also have a good rest and prepare for the next trip."
The tiger bird and the red-haired girl were slightly startled.
Just be alone
…
There is a well-known custom among the Senian people, that is, they firmly believe that the human soul will linger beside the living after death, blessing them to break through the thorns in the harsh environment of the Black Forest for generations. Therefore, they built a long house for the dead, and set the most important meeting place in the clan within the long house.
Therefore, the soul of the dead can experience with the living every moment that determines the life and death of a tribe.
However, at this moment, a dispute has ushered in this sacred long house.
"I don't agree!" The young man shook his head steadily earlier: "Funiya was finally rescued. This shows that Goddess Niya doesn't want to see such a result, but now we have to send her back. What is this called?"
"If we don't send it back, we'll all have to die," a thin middle-aged man said gloomily, "Of course, we don't want to, but we have no choice."
He gritted his teeth: "Don't the life and death we have seen is not enough? Fonia's mother left this world for the same reason, but all this is for the desire of others to live. This is our Seni The sacred agreement of the demihuman!"
"Of course, if one day the tribe needs me to complete this task, I will say the same—" He glanced at the young man: "Now we need persistence and calmness. Don't forget, the tribe does not rely on impulse to persist. this day."
"Bolton, Fonia is your daughter. Tell me about it." He turned his head.
The middle-aged man embraced his arms and said nothing.
"Is there no other way?" The young man gritted his teeth and asked, "How can we give away our compatriots?"
"How about we enter the forest."
The elder shook his head, the crops in the field have not yet been harvested, and now the tribesmen hiding in the forest can only face death from freezing and starvation.
"Then watch Fonia go to die?"
"You can't say that. Lord Baron said that he wanted to take Fonia as an adopted daughter. Didn't he say that last time, as long as Fonia is sent there, not only we don't have to hide in the forest, but we can also become real leaders..."
Someone in the crowd whispered.
Everyone was silent for a while, adopting Fonia as an adopted daughter? Everyone knows that this is just a deception. How can a dignified lord adopt a Senian, even if it is half of the elf blood.
What's more, how filthy and dirty the nobles are is a fact that everyone knows.
"Don't you feel ashamed to say such a thing?" the young man said coldly.
"That's what I said, but isn't it a no-brainer? Or if the elder thinks it's worth it, it's a big deal for us to fight with those guys, elder?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly.
The dispute in the long house gradually became louder and louder, and even spread to the outside of the long house.
Brando listened quietly, sitting quietly on a rock, quietly watching the little girl with green hair like a waterfall squatting next to him. The latter stared blankly at the ants on the ground, with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard the quarrel in the house...
"Funiya," the young man finally asked, "You can understand me, right?"
The little girl was startled slightly.
She raised her head and looked at him with emerald green eyes, a little surprised.
"Sorry... I'm sorry, brother..." she replied laboriously, but this time it was in Cruz.
"It's okay," Brando shook his head, and he said, "I know you were protecting yourself at that time. It looks like Funia is a very smart kid—"
The little girl smiled slightly, sweetly.
Then she thought for a while, and then said, "Big Brother... Brother, I... replace Dad and take you... into the... Forest, can you? I... also know... Forest..., Mom, teach me... "
Brando felt his heart soft, but he sighed slightly and shook his head.
"Funiya, even if you take us into the forest, even if you are not here, the Lord Baron will still find him, do you understand?" This time, the young man replied in Elvish language.
Funiya was taken aback, her expression dimmed quickly.
"I'm sorry," Brando replied in a low voice.
The little girl bit her lip.
But at this time, the quarrel in the long house became intense—