Exploring the Atlas isn't a romantic affair, and between the exciting stories of ruins, magic, behemoths, and heroes, it's more about the practical issues that have to be confronted - like sleeping in the wild and how to fill your stomach.

The escape journey was hurried everywhere, especially under the premise that the castle was breached and the last few guards resisted desperately until the last moment, no one could have the time to prepare a bag stuffed with dry food, and the last place for everyone to set off was the ancestral tomb, which did not look like a place where food was stored......

So Amber is hungry, and everyone realizes the imminent reality.

It was surrounded by a wasteland, bare and without grass, and on the opposite side of the hill was Cecil's domain, which had been reduced to a sea of fire, but a little further down the hillside, there was a dense forest.

In this magical medieval place, the dense forests outside the towns are synonymous with danger, where the lights of civilization cannot shine, except for the beasts of prey are robbers and monsters, but the dense forests also mean another thing: there will be more food.

And to get to the town of Tanzania in the north, you also have to go through this dense forest.

The group found a flat and open place at the edge of the forest to rest for a while, and then began to assign people in charge of finding food.

Gawain first glanced at the dumbfounded little maid - this little girl named Betty really lacked a sense of existence, but she was bold, she was not scared to cry when the dragon flew before, of course, it was possible that she was scared stupid and did not react. At this time, the little girl still held the frying pan tightly in her hand, and stood a little nervously in place, and after noticing Gawain's gaze, she shrunk her neck slightly.

"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, you three stay here, Byron you stay as a guard," Gawain began, "and the others go hunting with me." Including you, Amber. ”

Betty has no combat power, although Heti and Rebecca are different as magicians, they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the forest, and they have a lot of energy consumption, from the previous battle in the castle to the present, there is no chance to meditate and recover, which is a fatal problem for spellcasters who need a good mental state to exert their strength, so it is better to stay and watch the house, and return to the blue as soon as possible If you can have a little more combat power in the next journey.

Of course, the three loyal clan warriors had no complaints about these arrangements, but Amber's eyes widened, "Why should I go too?" I'm so tired, too! ”

Gawain glared at her: "Touch your ears, you have more or less half-pulled elf blood, don't you follow me to hunt in the woods and be embarrassed to say that your ancestors live in trees?" ”

Amber flattened her mouth and was full of resentment: "You are racially prejudiced - whoever told you that elves must hunt in the woods, I learned stealth, not forest patrolling......"

"You dig my grave."

Amber: "...... All right. ”

Gawain led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed to be non-hunters to hunt in the woods, leaving the loyal Byron knight and three ladies to watch over their homes in the makeshift camp.

After arranging some warning runes with what little magic she had left, Hetty sat down on the stone wearily, while Rebecca led Betty around the Byron Knight's guard range before returning with a small bundle of dead branches found nearby.

After piling the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps back, raised her staff, and chanted the most basic fire-initiating spell, and an unstable burst of fireball condensed in the air.

Hetty stopped the other party before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, I'll do it." ”

After lighting the bonfire with a normal magic flame, the cold accumulated in the underground tunnel and the night wind in the early morning was finally forced out of the body, Hetty breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca helplessly: "When will you be able to learn magic other than fireball......

Rebecca bowed her head in shame, "I'm sorry, auntie. ”

"Don't look like you're so easy to show that you're not going to be productive, and don't bow your head like this even when you apologize," Hetty rubbed her forehead even more helplessly, "You're already the heir to the title, you know?" How did you do today...... To be honest, the Ancestor was probably disappointed, even though he didn't show it. ”

Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "That...... So what to do? ”

Hetty was stunned and sighed: "Alas, what can I do? Looking at the current appearance of the family, I am afraid that there is not a single heir of the Cecil family who can satisfy the ancestors. What are we like now...... It's too incommensurate with the family's former glory. ”

Rebecca pursed her lips vigorously, for her, who had grown up according to the life trajectory of ordinary aristocratic children since she was a child, a series of recent events were far beyond her comprehension, and none of the teachers had told her how to deal with these things—whether it was the attack of the demon tide and monsters, or the fact that the old ancestor had crawled out of the coffin—all of which made the young viscount at a loss.

After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally mustered up her courage: "Auntie, what do you think of the ancestors...... Is he really resurrected? ”

Hetty looked into Rebecca's eyes, and she could easily guess what was going on in her niece's mind.

"Do you doubt the ancestors, or do you doubt the resurrection of the ancestors?"

"Actually, I know I shouldn't be suspicious, but this thing is ...... It's kind of unbelievable. ”

"Me too, but the facts are in front of me," Hetty shook her head, "remember the first lesson every magic apprentice learns?" Not theoretical knowledge and magical formulas, but an aphorism: truth may be contrary to common sense, but truth is always true. This is true in the realm of magic as well. ”

Seeing Rebecca lost in thought, Hetty added in a low voice, "Whatever the reason for the resurrection of the ancestors from the eternal sleep, the resurrection of the ancestors of the Cecil family must be a fact......"

Betty glanced at the two hostesses, and seeing that she didn't understand what they were talking about, she lowered her head and continued to hold her precious pan in a daze.

Soon, Gawain, who had gone hunting, returned with three soldiers and an amber.

The hunt was not very rich, but it was satisfactory, and they brought back three rabbits and two large birds with gorgeous plumage that they could not name, and by the way, they also picked a large variety of wild fruits, which should be no problem to fill their stomachs.

Seeing Amber handle the carcass of her prey with swift and skillful hands and feet, Gawain pursed his lips: "You also said that you can't hunt, you are as skilled as the gray elves in the moss forest, okay?" ”

The Moss Forest is a vast forest on the border between the Kingdom of Ansu and the Oguray Tribal State to the west, and the gray elves living in the moss forest, a subspecies of elves, are considered the best hunters in the world, and they are even better than the forest elves when it comes to chasing prey in the dense forest. After Gao Wen found that he really needed to make up for the common sense of this world, he looked through the memory bank in his mind when he had nothing to do, and this knowledge was also just found, so he used it here to learn and put it to use.

Try to pretend to be a local .jpg who is in the thick of his roots.

Amber replied without raising her head while cleaning up the internal organs of the gorgeous bird: "It's really a great hero seven hundred years ago—your joke about the gray elves must be hundreds of years old, right?" Do you know that now that the gray elves are engaged in the import and export of medicinal materials, they are no longer hunting? ”

Gawain: "......"

Amber kept moving in his hands, skillfully skewering the packed prey on a long wooden stick, setting it up next to the campfire, and then glanced at Gawain: "I tell you, I really don't know how to hunt, although I have half elven blood, but since I can remember, I have been living in human society, and it was an old thief who raised me......"

"Then your craft ......"

"I don't know how to hunt, but I can steal chickens," Amber said with a smile like a child who had just dug someone's ancestral grave and could talk and laugh with the parties. ”

Gawain: "......"

Hetty next to him frowned slightly when he heard Amber's words: "It's really vulgar." ”

Amber shook her fingers: "Yes, yes, I am vulgar, who made me a thief, I can only occasionally touch a few copper plates from the pockets of passers-by, but I can't compare to you nobles who live in castles and can take money from the pockets of the people." ”

Before Miss Amber could finish speaking, the long sword in the hand of the Byron knight came out of its sheath with a "clang" and rested on her neck.

The cold sweat of the half-elf came out on the spot.

Gawain waved his hand and asked Byron to put away his sword, and then looked at Amber curiously: "I'm just curious, don't say anything else, just with your mouth, how did you not be killed until today?" ”

Before Miss Half-Elf could say a word, Gawain had already imitated her tone and shook her head and said, "The escape skills are first-class—right?" ”

Amber: "......"

"Okay, if there are any class contradictions and conflicts of consciousness, let's put them aside first, now we are people in the same boat," Gao Wen exhaled, casually touched a fruit from the side and put it to his mouth, "Everyone recover their strength first, and the law system should seize the time to meditate and recover the mana, and we must set off before noon." We've spent a night underground, and we can't afford to waste another whole day. ”

"Betty, you put that aside for now," Rebecca reminded kindly, glancing at her little maid, "not now." ”

Betty looked at her hostess and then at the pan in her hand, as if in a state of hesitation.

Gawain was a little curious: "Why do you keep holding this pot?" ”

Betty looked a little intimidated by Gawain, she shrunk her neck and clutched the handle of the pot: "Mrs. Hansen told me that I would be in charge of frying sausages and bread slices from now on...... Use this pan. ”

"Mrs. Hansen is in charge of the castle's kitchen," Hetty whispered to Gawain, "but she is dead. ”

Gawain sighed and looked at the little girl with a few freckles on her face.

"This pot is yours and will be yours for now on," he said, "and now you can put it aside and come over for dinner." ”

(The second watch is coming!!) ）