The banquet was a bit unhappy. However, I don't care, because now I'm satisfied.

I thought about meeting the two cooks.

One is named Deira and the other is Pell .

Della was fatter and taller, and Pell was thinner and shorter.

Della is round, like an apple, and Pell is shoehorn-shaped, like a cashew nut.

As I approached them, I heard them arguing.

Pell criticized Deira, saying that after he had peed, he didn't even wash his hands, which was too unhygienic.

As soon as I heard this, my head grew big, and I felt that many of the things I ate were made out in this way.

I remembered the "noodle rice head", which seemed to be seasoned purely by hand. I've eaten a lot of this, this, and this.

My pop-up startled both of them.

They hurriedly saluted, bowing at a great angle.

They looked embarrassed, apparently aware that I had heard their argument.

I asked them what they had brought with them besides food.

Pell replied that they also brought simple cooking tools, including three knives and two shovels.

Daira pointed to the top of the shelf next to her and told me that there were two more pots.

The two pots were relatively small, no more than 30 centimeters in diameter.

I nodded, complimenting them on their abilities.

A Dryad Guardian led us back to our dwellings.

On the way, I heard cries.

It was the cry of those little dryads separated from their mothers, and the cries were heartbreaking.

Margaret, who is strong on the outside, is actually very soft on the inside. I saw her tears flowing.

It is estimated that more than half of the water I replenished just now has been lost.

I hurriedly comforted her, and after persuading her for a while, she barely stopped crying.

I took her back to my residence.

At the door of her residence, a figure swayed.

At this moment, Margaret had regained her mobility, so she reacted extremely quickly, and in one fell swoop she caught the dryad hiding behind the trees.

When Margaret found out that she knew her, she immediately realized what was going to happen, and hurriedly hid her in her own hollow.

I followed into the hollow of the tree.

For a while, in the narrow tree hole, there were two of us and a demon staying together.

The dryad had treated Margaret and fed her water and food.

The Dryad's name is Seeder, and her daughter Aj is about to be sent to the Siddiga Banshee.

She told Margaret that she knew how to remove the toxin, and that if Margaret could find a way to free Aj and send her to her aunt on Toniki Island, she would be completely detoxified.

Margaret agreed without hesitation.

Bo said that seeing the beak of the bird, a token delivered back from Dumante Island, completely detoxified her.

After saying that, she hurried away, and her movements were a little sneaky when she left.

I asked Margaret if she could trust this dryad?

Margaret gritted her teeth and said that even if this dryad did not come to her, she was determined to eradicate the scourge of the Siddiga Banshees.

I said, I'll go too!

She glanced at me and said, forget it, you went to die in vain.

I said, I am a prince, and she is my people, so it is my duty to keep her safe.

Margaret was delighted, and said to me that if I could send an army, she would not have to go, but now that I am alone, I should not be reckless.

According to what Leanda meant before, for the banshees, it should be that they are afraid of me, not that I am afraid of them.

Because, I am one of the descendants of Kundora, and if I can use Kundora's spells, I will be able to subdue the banshee.

However, my spells can only target one target and multiple at the same time, what should I do?

This, Lainda has not taught, so I am a little helpless.

I asked Margaret how many Sidhiga Banshees there were, and would they show up in droves?

She asked me, why do you ask this?

I said, I can deal with one of them, one of them, I can easily deal with it.

Margaret smiled, her teeth beautiful, neat and white.

But her words were a bit off-ear, full of mockery, and made me very uncomfortable.

She said that the banshee's hands were as terrible as the claws of a lion, and could tear my chest apart in an instant, that the banshee's feet were as sharp as falcons and could tear apart my body effortlessly, and that the banshee's long tongue was as sharp as a sword, full of stingers and toxins, and as flexible and flexible as a whip, and could wrap around my neck and unscrew my head off without any effort, or it could jerk my head far away like a puppet ball, and especially the banshee's eyes, which could make me unconscious, like a scarecrow, without any feeling, and could only be at my mercy。

She said as she gestured around my neck, occasionally spitting out her tongue and making a deliberately intimidating expression.

I got to know this girl again, she had the talent to be an actress, but unfortunately became a ranger.

I said, since the banshee is so scary, then why aren't you afraid?

She snorted and said that she was confident in her skills, and those banshees could not easily hurt her, but on the contrary, she could kill a hundred and eighty of them without any effort!

Someone at the door said, don't brag, you have a little skill, but against the banshee, you don't take it for granted.

As soon as I heard it, I knew who it was, the old man Sidima was coming!

When the door opened, Sidima entered.

A large old man suddenly cram into the tree hole, and the space suddenly became tense.

I was shoulder to shoulder with him.

Sidima glanced at Margaret and criticized you, you are always disobedient and in the limelight, and you always do not change.

Margaret was not convinced, and wanted to get up and walk, but he pulled her back, so she had to sit down.

Old Sidima pointed outside, looking at the expression, as if someone was eavesdropping outside.

Their subsequent conversations were all in another language, and I didn't understand them at all.

What is that? I didn't figure it out until the end.

Maybe one of the Celes Aboriginal dialects, but I've never heard of it.

I was at a loss, presumably the one who was eavesdropping outside.

While they were talking, and even arguing, there was a rumor outside.

Margaret sprang up and was about to rush out.

When Sidima saw that he couldn't stop her, he stopped stopping her and let her rush out.

I was about to stand up too, and Sidima hurriedly grabbed me.

He told me that the banshees of Siddiga had probably come, and that Margaret was going to fight, and that as her elder, he could not die without help.

He wants me to stay here and not go anywhere!

After saying that, he also left.

I was sitting in the hollow of the tree, and a finger-long green worm landed on my face.

I strangled the bug and rushed out.

There was a fire on that side, and many dryads were gathered there.

I ran in the direction of the firelight.