"Wicker?" Fitnair looked at Wickel in amazement, watching him drop the clue and go in the opposite direction, even though she didn't care about the person who had caused the boar to go berserk - she knew it was Hermes's doing, but she cared about Wicker's behavior at this time, which was absolutely abnormal. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wicker didn't answer her question, and walked forward without looking back.

"Wickl, Wicker, Wicker!" no one liked to be so disregarded, so Fitney repeated it several times, one tall and one short, as they walked through the forest, and seemed to be in harmony, when in fact they had a serious disagreement about the direction.

She hoped that Wicker would stop and continue his investigation, so that she felt that she was still somewhat useful, and that it would be best to stay with an experienced hunter like Wicker instead of being like a headless fly in the forest.

Remembering that the previous experience in the forest was really not glamorous, Fitney shouted several more times, and when he shouted for the last time, Wickel suddenly stopped, and Waitney thought that he had finally compromised, but who knew that he turned his head towards her without speaking, and without waiting for Phytenay to speak, he gave her without saying a word...... Lift her up and carry her away like a small animal!

Even if he wasn't the eldest lady of the Wizdem family, Fitney had never had such an experience.

"Rude!" said Fitney subconsciously.

Of course, it didn't serve any purpose - the hound wagged his tail and followed behind him, seemingly happy. But this state only made Fitney want to find a hole to get into.

Fitney's mind was in a mess, but he didn't think about how to get Wickel to let him down, or to make him go in the opposite direction—after all, she was not a complete aristocratic lady, and when she knew that Wickel couldn't listen to herself, she changed her direction.

Is he scrupling about something? Is there something in that place? Or is it ...... He doesn't believe his own words?

Fitney has a lot of ideas, but the first thing to do is to keep quiet, which is similar to himself in the family, and don't provoke the other party until he is sure that he can solve the problem......

She finally decided to test Wicker to see why he didn't want to go in that direction.

Soon, the cabin was in sight, and Fitnair had no time to appreciate how unique the cabin in the woods was, but took a deep breath - and she felt Wickel put herself down.

"Hey, Wicker, I want to say......" Fitney tried to make her tone better, but before she could finish speaking, Wicker walked towards the forest without looking back!

What's going on?!

Fettnay was stunned, and then his anger was about to break through his reason—not even his own calm and wise father could make him feel annoyed.

She felt like she was being laughed at - looking in the direction Wickel had left - the direction they had just returned.

This showed that he was still going to investigate the place, but his behavior just now also showed that he didn't want to drag himself back, so he personally brought her back.

Was she so disliked?!, Fitnair was shocked by the discovery, and then angry.

In the end, she chose to follow, and at that time her thoughts were only to find Wicker to reason.

However, everything was not as simple as Miss Fitnet had imagined—as she walked towards the forest, she was confronted with two very difficult things, the first being that she found herself completely unable to keep up with Wicker—and it was evident that he had deliberately slowed down the previous two of them, or this time he had deliberately quickened them.

In addition, she was lost.

Fettnay knew the general direction, but when she came back to her senses, the sight was completely unfamiliar—she couldn't tell the difference between the trees, which looked very similar in her eyes.

All this is frustrating, and it makes one inevitably complain about why everything that is happening before him - Fitney looked around, cursing the Holy See a thousand times in his heart - why would he have participated in it if it had not been for the awakening ritual invented by those gods, and how could he have fallen so far in the family and be sent to a strange marriage.

If it weren't for the hasty marriage, he wouldn't have fled so hastily, let alone be so unprepared.

But......

Fitney took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down - venting was only temporary, but reality was still reality and irretrievable.

At this time, the only thing she could think about was what she had learned...... Is there anything we can do to help you find your way through the forest?

Music Theory, Etiquette, Dance Basics, History, Swordsmanship, Horseback Riding...... There were also some hasty books about the wilderness, of course, games written for the aristocracy, which would not be useful at all in this case.

And what about the previous ones?

Fettnay put her hand on the trunk of the tree, touched the lines on it, and thought carefully, she did not walk blindly, but quietly, as if waiting for something, completely devoid of the rare grumpy look of not long ago - this is the familiar calm Fitnay.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with the occasional birdsong and the sound of a gentle breeze......

It's a little quiet...... No, there is a sound.

Rustling......

Fitnair squinted her eyes and looked behind the trunk of the tree—inexplicably, a nervous mood rose in her heart, and as the minutes ticked by, the rustling sound grew louder and louder—Fitnair took two steps back, already nervous about what was behind the tree in front of her.

Wow!

Fitnair took two sharp steps back, and breathed a sigh of relief—the hound wagged its tail, and its big eyes stared at her, its tail wagged—it seemed to be following Fitney.

Apparently it can't keep up with Wicker either.

"I'm scared to death......" Fitney somehow uttered, as if trying to talk to the hound—she glanced at the hound, and bent down to touch its head—and the hound was very obedient, and just stuck his head over for Fitney to pet, and wagged his tail more merrily.

Seeing it like this, Fitney smiled, and then stood up: "You should know how to go back, right? Since you can't keep up, you can only go back, and it's better than wandering around here." ”

The hound shook his tail, turned his head very humanely, sniffed the ground, walked forward, walked and turned to look at Fitney, and barked twice.

Fitney followed.

Walking in the forest with the hounds, she had given up looking for Wickel by this time, and began to enjoy the scenery around her because of her inexplicable peace of mind—almost every ancient forest of towering trees, something Fitney had never seen before, and the light and shadow cast between the leaves were so clear that it was unusually warm on this afternoon—and under normal circumstances, Aesop's forest would seem peaceful and serene.

Walking and walking, such a view made Fitney's heart inexplicably calm.

Maybe you'll have to live in such a forest after that, like a forest hunter?

The idea popped into Fitney, and for the first time he felt lost.

Her goal at that time was only to leave the circle of aristocratic life, but she had no specific idea of the future - she didn't even know how other people living on this continent lived except for the nobility.

But she didn't have time to ponder.

"Can you catch up?" said Fitney, who hurried to the bottom of the small dirt slope, and looked through the cracks in the branches of the great tree that grew on the dirt slope to see where the sound was coming from—it was a group of people, cloaked in black, with light steps.

"Yes, follow this way, go over there. Another voice said.

Fitney's face changed—who were they?

Subconsciously, she used the Eye of Penetration, and there was a flow of magic in her eyes - to her great surprise, these men in black had a very regular flow of magic - and there were even obvious strange patterns around them, as if those lines made the magic evenly distributed around them.

The word "magician" popped into Fitney's mind - she wanted to look more closely, but suddenly a dog barked in her ears!

Fitney suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly took the hound that appeared in front of him in his arms and told him to shut up.

"Who's there?" But it was too late, and the men in black, who were about to leave, apparently spotted Fitney hiding on the hillside, and they quickly approached Fitney - even the hound in Fitney's arms could feel the danger approaching, and the body held by Fitney stiffened.

She was already sure that these people were magicians, and they had pounced from the woods, a long distance, but in the blink of an eye, she could see that the flow of magic had become violent, penetrating the lines around the magician, and then some new transformations had been induced.

However, Fitney was not in the mood to think about these magicians at this time, and had no intention of looking for the secret of their power, she only felt that she was unlucky to be found at this time, and subconsciously wanted to find a way, but she also felt her own powerlessness.

What the hell is ...... Nothing can be done?

Fitnair was a little desperate, but the crisp sound was like some kind of button that stopped the rushing magician in front of him.

What happened?

"The reaction of the potion, there is actually a high-grade potion that can transfer the position?" At this time, a magician suddenly spoke, and the voice of "her" was very pleasant, obviously a woman.

"Catch up - it must be 'them' who can use this potion, and 'they' can't be allowed to take the Eye of Semoriel away. Another magician said.

So saying, they set off and ran off into the distance.

Fitnair breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground—her back was covered in sweat—though she wasn't sure what would happen if they found out.

"It's dangerous, miss. At this moment, the familiar voice sounded again, and Fitney looked up to see Hermes squatting in a tree.

He seemed very happy, grinning and showing his tiger teeth.

"Did you do that?" asked Fitney, feeling like he was asking in vain - there was no one around him who could use these things brilliantly except Hermes.