Fitnair walked behind, following Wickel through the streets of Lezelt, looking at Wicker's tall back, his back was impressive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

By the time they stepped out of Starlight, it was completely dark. The street lights are already on, and everything is peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, Fitney remembered his days in the Aesop Forest—a thrilling time.

She looked to both sides—aside from the fact that there were more magical powers, Lezelt was no different from the small town in Luther's Kingdom.

If you think about it, compared to the life of the aristocracy, it is just a different place to live.

At that time, she also knew a man named Wicker.

"What is the life of an adventurer like?" asked Fitney, looking up from his contemplation.

Fitney knew she couldn't be an adventurer—as the days of Aesop's days in the forest had proved, but she still wondered what that life was like, which was often sung.

"It makes no difference that when I have work to do, when I don't, I wander the forest, hunt or gather some fruit for the day—if a particular honorarium gives me a very good life, then I quietly find a place to read for a while. Wicker said.

"Do you know words?" asked Fitney.

She should have thought that Wicker was sometimes not as rude as an adventurer.

"Well, I studied with Fresson - I used to be half of his student, and he said that people like me should read more. Others may be unhappy with Fitney's problems, but Wicker doesn't care.

Fitney regretted a little when he realized that he had said it as if he had gone too far, but was surprised to hear Wicker's answer.

"I always felt like you weren't going to be a person who read magic theory. Fitney continued.

"Okay, okay, actually, you're pretty much the same, but don't expose me. Wicker said resignedly, very helpless.

By this time they were about to reach the end of Lezelter, and Wicker turned his head to see a heavier question in Fertenay's eyes, but he only blinked and continued walking.

"Are you leaving Lezelt?" asked Fitney.

Wicker smiled, and as he snapped his fingers, a neighing came from afar, and a horse appeared from afar—what seemed to be the one that had been by Wicker's side the last time he had just entered Rose May.

"I think you don't seem to know how to ride a horse?" said Wicker as the horse stopped in front of them, patting it on the neck.

Fitnair did not speak, but walked over, and touched the horse as Wickel did, and seemed to have a good impression of Fitney, and approached her on his own initiative—Fitnair stroked it, and then saw a discarded box beside the horse, and stepped on it, and quickly flipped it onto its back.

Standard posture and steady movements, all this is amazing.

"It's really good. Wicker was indeed amazed - even an adventurer like him praised Fitney, which was very touching.

Fitney smiled a shallow smile, she had never fallen behind in the course of riding.

Wicker also rode his horse, and the two leaned together, grinning, and drove the horse forward.

"Is there still Aesop Forest here?" said Lezelt, and the horse picked up speed suddenly—Fitney asked.

She could feel herself leaning against Wicker's muscular chest, and from there the sound of her heart beating.

"Yes, the very center of Aesop's Forest. Wicker said.

The trees whizzed past on both sides, and the oncoming wind was blowing so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.

Then Wicker left the avenue, and they drifted deeper and deeper into the forest—Fitney's ride had never been so fast, still in a forest.

"Look at it. Wickel snorted suddenly, and the speed increased again—and there was a faintly discernible dark green in front of him—which proved that there was no road ahead.

"Wait...... Wait?!" Fitney was stunned and exclaimed.

Wicker had no intention of stopping, and the horse slammed head-on—Fitnair shouted, closing her eyes, but all she heard was a rustling sound.

Then it all stopped.

Fitney was a little confused, she hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to open her eyes.

In front of you is an "ocean".

The girl's eyes widened - they were standing at the end of a cliff somewhere, looking down at the green cascading forest.

At the same time, they were all under the night sky with only a full moon of silver, a gust of wind blew, and the wind rolled up the fine silver light on the silver moon, and rushed into the forest - wrapped in thick green and light green silver points of light surging forward, and finally a layer of white tulle slowly floated above the forest, the picture was quiet, there was only an endless sea in the eyes, the sea surface was plated with mysterious and beautiful silver, and the picture was moving, rolling up layers of silver waves in the fresh green breath, rushing straight into people's hearts.

She almost couldn't take her eyes off it.

What are those silver ones?

"This is the forest, but almost everyone has seen such a picture, but there are also some people who have worked hard for this kind of picture all their lives. Wicker narrowed his eyes - even if he had seen it countless times, he had never forgotten such a scene, and he had never lost that confidence, "Only the Elemental Moon can see such a scene, and the magic is enough to be seen with the naked eye, we call it the 'Silver Sea'." ”

"Thank you. Fitney came back to her senses, and she let go of her grip on Wicker's sleeve, and said sincerely.

Is that what he wants to see? The two of them got off their horses -- there was no such thing on a rainy day.

"Is this the man you asked me to see? But 'he' is very beautiful. Fitney took a deep breath and said.

Wickel shook his head, and Fitney shrugged his shoulders in surprise and smiled mysteriously again.

Then there was a rustling sound—a figure emerged from the forest—and the divine creature, with the body of a horse, but more graceful and pretty, with pure white hair, and horns that were two feet long.

"You're here. Fitney's eyes widened again, and then she smiled, and in the moonlight, her face, which had not been very good-looking, was much softened.

Fettnay approached the unicorn, who remembered her, and approached him equally meekly - it was a touching encounter.

Wicker spoke suddenly, looking at the girl under the moon, "I know it's hard to adjust to life as a magician - but I think you can do it." ”

Wicker knew about the unicorn and took her to see it.

He was reassuring himself, "Why?" It made her heart's casual anticipation sprout again, grow wildly.

"I'm so curious...... You...... Who the hell is it?" Fitney's smile narrowed a little, her voice was like a sigh, and she turned her head, and the brown faded from her eyes—Wicker thought he was wrong at first, but when he blinked a few more times, Fitney's eyes had turned blue-purple.

Like a gemstone - it's a noble color. how