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In this era, trolls were accustomed to carving figures of their memories on stone tablets to record wars and sacrifices, but most of the trivial events and experiences in life were passed down by word of mouth to the clansmen through their elders.

Without the tools to record, of course, there would be no such thing as a map, and occasionally when it was difficult to explain it in poor language, a wooden branch would be broken and a few strokes on the ground to draw a few diagrams for easy understanding, perhaps this is how the Night Elves understand the concept of maps.

However, the map in Alan's hand is very different.

He mapped out some of the important landmarks in the forest, such as the river that runs east and west, the location of the Well of Eternity, the bamboo forest, the minerals, and the distance between the east, west, north, and south directions. Relying on the memory of the brain alone, Alan can't be so accurate, but he is a master, and it would be good to put a detective eye in an uncertain place.

Perhaps Aishara doesn't know what the value of such a "graffiti" in front of him is, but in fact, in the era of information blockage and population circulation, an accurate map is worth a thousand dollars, and it is even a strategic resource, and it will be a felony for civilians to make maps without authorization.

And this map in Ellen's hand is a blueprint for the future development of the Night Elves, he pointed to the markers on the map and said to the people around him: "Lady Aishara, I mentioned when I invited your maid to come over and talk about food. ”

"This question does make me can't wait to get to you, the decline in prey in the forest has caused us to start running out of food recently, but what does this have to do with the thing you're drawing now?" Aishara asked.

Her body leaned forward slightly, making Alan feel a good smell coming from her body, there was no soap at this time, so the women who were often in charge of collecting and weaving would use some flower petals to mash and extract the juice on their bodies after bathing, which served as perfume.

Alan sniffled at this, he was a little distracted, so he could only pretend not to care, and continued: "This means that if we only rely on hunting like in the past, I am afraid it will be difficult to sustain it. ”

"So what to do?" Looking at Alan's map, Aishara thought he must have had some idea.

"We can grow our own food and do farming."

"Grain? Cultivation? ”

Alan saw confusion on the other party's face, maybe these new words were too difficult for Azhara, but Alan believed that with the real thing and his own explanation, with Azhara's intelligence, he would be able to understand.

He didn't go on for a moment, but placed the drawn map on the windowsill, let the sunlight dry the ink on it, and then said to the unprepared Azara, "So I propose—let's have a banquet." ”

"Huh?"

"Let's have a special banquet to celebrate the victory over the trolls, after all, everyone was so focused on the martyrs and the wariness of the Forest Alliance that we forgot that we were the victors in this battle, and that the warriors deserved to be rewarded and rewarded."

That's what Eren wants, and he wants Azhara to organize the Night Elves for a special feast.

After all, they had just defeated the trolls, and such a thing was indeed worth celebrating, even the former dark trolls would light a bonfire and have fun at the time of the harvest.

But what Aishara couldn't understand was why Alan advanced this at this point in time, she thought the other party was joking at first, because the reason why the other party came to her was to solve the problem of food shortage, but now she actually said that it was going to be extravagant and wasteful to hold a banquet, he didn't understand what he was talking about?

"I'm sorry, Darth Rema, I really don't understand what you mean, or do you think it's not bad enough?"

"I know what you're worried about, ma'am, but I promise you that after this feast, everything will be solved."

"But ......" Azhara obviously hesitated, she couldn't see through each other's cause and effect between the two, obviously when facing other people, Azhara always maintained a wise image, but only facing Darth Rema, always made her feel shorter than the other party, which is also the origin of her resistance.

She was hesitant to refuse, and it wasn't until Eren said the next word to her that she made up her mind.

Alan said sincerely, "I never lied to you. ”

Yes, thanks to Darth Remar and his whimsical inventions, the Night Elves have now overcome a lot of difficulties, and many things they once couldn't have imagined have been solved in the hands of each other, and maybe this time will be no exception - no, it will be fine.

"I believe in you." The beautiful elf said this, causing the other elf in front of her to breathe rapidly, and she blinked closer to his side, "But please don't disappoint me either, Darth Rema." ”

"Of course, my lady."

Aishara didn't say anything more, she didn't ask Eren about his plans, because she knew full well that the other party would explain when she needed to explain, and she preferred to receive a surprise rather than know the answer in advance.

Yes, Aishara did have an expectation in her heart, looking forward to seeing the miracles that Eren had caused in the past, and to surprise her and all the Night Elves.

"Leave it to me."

Achsara, pursing her lips and smiling slightly, did not linger, turned and left the alchemy hut with her maid.

Alan looked at her back and felt that he had been playing the Night Elf for a long time, and his preferences had gradually become a little different, especially when he saw Aishara twisting his little waist, his heart suddenly swayed.

However, he quickly came to his senses, and with Azhara's approval, the Night Elves would still join in even if they had a lot of complaints, and for the Night Elves, the priestess's words were so useful. And he is responsible for making this banquet as beautiful as possible.

Allen's plan is actually very simple, which is to show the Night Elves the advantages of rice and potatoes, give them a visible pie first, and then make them work.

He planned the specific process in his mind, turned back to the deer and said, "Milune, those cultivation plans will be handed over to you." ”

When Alan spoke, he was surprised to find that the other party did not respond to him, and he was stunned as if he was in a daze, so he called again: "Mirune? ”

"Yes, yes master!" She was taken aback, as evidenced by her undulating shoulders.

"What's wrong with you, is there anything wrong with you?" Alan reached out and touched her forehead, it didn't look like a cold, anyway, will the dryad catch a cold?

He wasn't so sure.

Milune just craned his neck and rubbed his hand, shaking his head: "It's nothing, it's just that the sun is too good, and some people are sleepy." ”

"Well, if you're tired, take a break." Obviously, the battle with the trolls has passed, and Mirune is still so busy every day, and Alan is a little reluctant even if he has been cheeky, "I'll get those things later." ”

"No problem, I've rested and I'm in good spirits now." The fawn assured with a warm smile.

"Don't be too forced." Alan continued to touch her head: "I have some things to ask Jaree and Fitz for help with the banquet next, I need to go to the camp, if you have something to do, let them come to me." ”

The fawn nodded.

Eren withdrew his hand, gave her a smile, and cast a portal that quickly left the fawn's eyes.