"Huh, ......" At this time, Butos's heart was a little puzzled and a little angry. God knows why, at the auction in Oglen, a goblin suddenly appeared and snatched the Frost Relic.

But this is not the worst outcome, at least the Frost Relic has not been taken by Learway.

"What now? Mr. Butos. Ashley also asked helplessly, "The goblins are too cunning. ”

Bitrice flew aimlessly in the sky, and it didn't know which direction the goblin that had disappeared into the clouds had flown in.

Butos sighed and said, "We'...... I can only ask Eramos, I don't know much about goblins. ”

The necklace around Butos' neck began to glow again, and Butos asked at the necklace, "Lord Eramus, are you there?"

"Have you gotten the Frost Relic?Adventurer Butos?" Iramos's voice came from the necklace, a gentle voice with a soft smile in it.

"No, we didn't get it, but neither did Learway. Butos replied, slightly frustrated.

"You have met Learway, so it means that Dannuga's speculation is correct, and that Yarumsar does have some bad thoughts about the Ancient Frost Palace. Eramus still smiled and said, "So what happened, you didn't even get the frost relic, whose hands is this important thing now?"

Butos had to tell Eramus what had just happened, starting with the appearance of the strange goblin, to the goblin's strange escape and strangely taking away the frost relics, every strange detail Butos told Ilamos.

Eramus listened with a frown on the other side, and then laughed and said to Butos, "Hahaha! It's a bit tricky, but you should be able to retrieve the Frost Relic from its hands. ”

"So where should we go to find it?" Ashley asked.

"Farther south, in the Forests of Gucciil, Miss Ashley. Eramus replied, "If you want to find them and retrieve the Frost Relic, you can only use smart means, or find a way to befriend them, and the goblins with strange tempers never eat hard." If nothing else, the old mage would be busy with something equally important. ”

"Wait, Mr. Erasmus. Butos thought of something: "The ancient cicil forest is so big, it's really hard for us to find it." ”

"I don't know where the goblins are in the forest," Eramus touched his beard, "but it's certain that the goblins' crypts are built under tall trees, and they're social creatures." I believe in you, Butos. I also believe in the beautiful and intelligent Miss Ashley. ”

Ashley's face couldn't help but smile.

Butos was still a little dazed, but he knew how big the ancient Sicil forest was, and he could find a tree in it, even if it was tall, it would be difficult to find it in the vast forest.

When Butos was about to ask something more, the light of the necklace had faded.

"Okay. Bitrice, fly to the ancient Cicil Forest!" Butos reluctantly ordered.

Bitrice, however, let out an unpleasant "cooing" sound and bobbed in the air.

Ashley, who didn't sit still, let out a scream, and she quickly grabbed Bitricer's feather.

"Okay!okay!Beatrice!let's rest!' Rest first!" exclaimed Butos, for it was no joke to fall from such a high air.

The creek is always the best place for adventurers to rest, not only because of the cool water, but also because of the fatty fish or other food.

By the time Bitrice found a stream, dusk was about to pass.

Butos and Ashley leap off Bitrice's back.

Butos moved his shoulders and said lazily, "This is really a good place to rest. ”

"Are you sure?Mr. Butos?" Ashley frowned slightly, she had never slept open, "Hmm...... I'm a little hungry right now, is there anything you can do?"

Butos looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the stream: "There are fish in the stream, do you mind eating raw fish?"

"Mind! I mind very much!" exclaimed Ashley, "Maybe I can accept sleeping on Bitrice's body at night, but I definitely can't accept eating raw!"

Butos could not help but be silent, leaving the courtyard of Siel in such a hurry that he had prepared neither a blanket nor a flint. All he had in his pocket was the "Tears of the Shark" full of sorcery energy.

"I might be able to help you cook the fish...... Forget it, I'll catch the fish first. Butos said.

"Then please, Mr. Butos. Ashley said with a smile as she sat on the ground.

Butos walked slowly to the brook, he hadn't caught a fish in a long time. Butos set his boots aside and pulled up his pants.

Bitrice lay on Ashley's side tiredly, making it a little difficult to fly compared to the goblin's rocket boots.

Ashley looked at the huge owl beside her, and suddenly felt an indescribable liking in her heart. Because Bitrice is so white, too soft and so soft, ordinary gentle girls will probably be tempted to pet such a cute owl.

However, Ashley had barely lifted her hand before she could touch Bitricer's head. Bitrice leaned over and rubbed lightly against Ashley's arm.

"Hahaha, your feathers don't seem to be as soft as you think. Ashley chuckled briskly.

Butos, who fished in the creek, was a little uncomfortable, and although the water in the creek was not as biting as in the north, the fish here were too small and cunning. In addition, Butos's fishing skills are a little rusty, and after a long time, Butos has not caught a single fish that can be eaten.

Bitricer suddenly stood up from Ashley's side and walked towards the stream with a look of contempt.

Butos was still fishing seriously, and he didn't want to lose face in front of Ashley. But what Butos didn't expect was that after jumping into the water, the huge Bitrice was extremely agile enough to take the fish that Butos didn't catch in his mouth and throw it to the shore.

Butos gradually stopped his hands, and he watched Bitrice fish "mightily".

Soon, a dozen fish were piled up on the banks of the creek.

As he went ashore, Butos smiled and patted Bitrice's wings.

By the time Butos had used the soteric energy of the "Tears of the Shark" to raise the fire, it was already dark.

The wet Bitrice sneezed when he came ashore, even though he wanted to pretend to be imposing.

"Mr. Butos, why is your grilled fish so mushy?" Ashley carefully bit down into the unburned part with her mouth.

As he turned the grilled fish on the wooden shelf, Butos replied with the same puzzlement, "It stands to reason that this is not the case, probably because the flames of witchcraft are too strong." ”

Ashley placed the half-eaten grilled fish on the ground, not because Ashley was full, but because the remaining half of the grilled fish was too burnt.

And Butos seems to have learned his lesson, and after gradually mastering the heat, the fish that Butos grilled looks much better.

"Here, this one is okay. Butos handed Ashley another one.

Ashley ate as she turned to look at Bitrice.

At this time, the huge white owl was happily eating the leftover raw fish.

However, to Beatrice's displeasure, the voice of the guards suddenly came from afar: "There's a bonfire there!"

Butos and Ashley looked at each other, and immediately extinguished the fire used to grill the fish.

But the footsteps of the brigade guards were still getting closer.

Butos hurriedly picked up Ashley and jumped on Bitrice's back, regardless of whether Bitrice had eaten the rest of the fish or not.

"Fly quickly, or we'll be caught!" called Butos anxiously.

But Triser still can't let go of those fat fish.

"Please, old man, I'll compensate you for more fish!"

The footsteps of the guards came closer.

Beatrice let out another unpleasant "cooing" and swallowed the rest of the fish into his stomach.

Eventually, as the guards arrived, Bitrice spread his wings and flew into the air with Butos and Ashley.

In the moonlight, the tired Ashley was drowsy, she had never experienced such an adventure, and what happened today was undoubtedly difficult but interesting for Ashley, the daughter of the Duke's family.

Butos's eyes were also a little open, and although the moonlight was beautiful tonight, he didn't have the strength to appreciate it.

However, just as Butos was about to fall asleep, a different sensation suddenly came over his back.

Butos was stunned, and his face turned slightly red.

Ashley had fallen asleep unconsciously, and her arms had naturally wrapped around Butos's waist.

Suddenly, Butos's drowsiness was gone, and he turned his head slightly, and he could hear Ashley's soft breathing.

Butos was a little distressed.

To tell the truth, Butos originally thought that he no longer liked Ashley, in the battlefield of Rogudan, in the journey to save Eramos, Butos did not have time to think about this, his mind was only about how to help the righteous forces in Middle-earth.

However, in the city of Tenostia, when Butos sees Ashley's face again, Butos's deep love for Ashley is awakened.

In terms of appearance, the princess of the Western Moon Elves, Mirranka, is definitely more than ten times more beautiful than Ashley, but Butos still thinks that Ashley is the most beautiful girl.

Butos's heart swelled up with waves after waves, and gradually, Butos could not resist the sleepiness anymore.

"If I don't guide you, Bitrice, you should be able to fly to the Forest...... Butos whispered, he was too sleepy.

Bitrice responded to Butos with a simple "cooing".

A slight smile appeared on Butos's face: "You are simply as good as old Butos. ”

In the soft southern night breeze, Butos drifted off to sleep, and perhaps he would have the same dream as Ashley, as their faces slowly drew closer and closer, and at last even their breaths merged gently.