As the carriage continued on the road, Glori took out her cup as if by magic and made black tea for everyone.

"It's hot!" Jeanne sniffed the fragrant black tea, and as soon as she touched the hot tea with the tip of her tongue, she immediately retracted it.

"That's right, this tea is too hot, where did you get the hot water?" Viklico looked at the steam that kept coming out of the glass.

"Ah, this isn't magic, I prepared it in advance." Glori pulled out a metal cylinder with a handle from her feet, it was probably fifty centimeters long, and Vicilly had thought it was a container for some strange scroll.

"This is a hot water cylinder, so take out the liner like this...... Pour in some more of this white powder and add a little cold water...... Then put the liner with cold water in it, you listen! Glori was so skillful as she operated the hot water tool that the drum suddenly made a boiling sound, followed by a large amount of steam coming out of the mouth.

"Wow! How do you boil water without a fire? Just that powder and cold water? It's a wonderful magic! Jeanne watched in amazement as Glorie poured cold water into it, and poured out the boiling water.

"It's not magic, naïve miss, it's the fruit of alchemy!" Glori proudly refills her tea with hot water.

"It turned out to be burnt lime, which is indeed a very practical alchemy." Vikilik had heard of this practice before, and when she threw a block of burnt lime into the lake, it would explode like the gunpowder of a cannonball, which she and her friends used to scare the boys who secretly swam in the lake as a child.

"I'm going to sell this invention to the Imperial City, and I don't know that the royal family of Misalan has never seen this kind of 'magic'."

For some reason, Vicky had a bad feeling about Glori's thoughts.

Dusk was late, and the group came to a lake in a carriage. The lake is the boundary between the state of Apricot Creek and Texas, and the castle across the lake is a landmark of Texas.

"Lake Ceramon, memories of the borders of the homeland. It's been a long time since I've been here, but the last time I came was when I was hunting with my father. Vekiriko sighed as she looked at the familiar scenery in front of her.

The Dega Valley is home to all the creatures of the land, and the shores of Lake Seramont are famous for their many exotic animals. When hunters come to the shores of Lake Seramon, the rest of the hunting resorts are instantly overshadowed by this place.

Lake Seramon is the boundary lake of the central and western part of Degas, and is the closest border of the state of Xinglixi to the imperial city of Fort Campana in central Degas. The snow melted and became a beautiful river of Ilanye, which spread from the snow of Sinai to the northern realm of Nikanlos.

She crawled on the earth with her delicate body, and with her slender fingers she continued to widen the riverbank, eventually forming the fertile and rich Degas Valley. Lake Seramon is the final destination of one of the tributaries of the Ilanye River.

"In ancient Messisalan mythology, a hunter named Seramon traveled alone to the north in search of an antidote in order to save his lover who had been bitten by a poisonous snake. There are countless exotic herbs in the north, as well as famous alchemists, and the young hunter thought he would find an antidote, but unfortunately encountered a vicious dragon. The dragon's fury scorched his body, and the affectionate hunter seemed to see his lover at the last moment of his fall, and he called his lover's name and fell to the ground.

Her lover who was far away from home heard the call of the hunter, and she dragged her body tormented by poison from the snow-capped mountains all the way to the north. She dragged her white wedding dress over the mountains and through the forest. When she arrived, her heart ached as if it had been burned by flames when she saw the body of her beloved hunter reduced to ashes. The girl fell to her knees, tears of grief rippling like rivers that flooded the dragon's lair. By the time she had dried her last tears and collapsed from exhaustion, the ground had become a vast lake.

In honor of the infatuated lovers, the lake was named after the brave hunter - Ceramon. And the girl's body turned into a river, which was Degas's mother river, Ilanye. To this day, the Ilanye River is as infatuated as ever, from the snow-capped mountains all the way north, just to embrace the beloved hunter affectionately. ”

Vickyli can't help but introduce herself to everyone. This poignant myth touched the innocent Jeanne, who had already brought herself into the myth in her heart, and tears could not stop flowing.

"Hey, Jeanne! What happened to you? Draenor noticed that Jeanne was strange and rushed forward to wipe away her tears.

"Nothing, Mr. Delaenau. I just thought, if I'm also poisoned like Ilanye, will anyone be desperate to save me? Jeanne's eyes were dark, as if she was already standing on the docks of the River Styx.

"Ah, don't worry, even if there is no one else, I will do what you say - desperate to save you." The girl in front of him, who was originally full of vitality and extraordinary skills, suddenly became so sluggish, and Draenor also felt a trace of sadness in his heart. No matter how powerful she is, she is only a girl who has just turned twenty years old, if she really needs someone to protect her, Draenor knows in his heart that that person can only be himself!

"Why is Jeanne so sentimental all of ...... sudden," Vicili noticed.

"Well, maybe I'm suspicious." She thought that Viklico had personally examined Jeanne's body after the battle, and it was indeed as she said, just some minor abrasions and falls, and the Licos were very physically functional, and they were all recovered in less than six hours after that. It should be that she thinks too much.

"I'm alright, Miss Vicky, let's get some rest! I'm going to keep going tomorrow. Jeanne wiped away her tears and stood up again.

"Well, before that the two of us go hunting, and Draenor just stay here and prepare the campfire." Vikily said as she took out her simple bow and arrow from her backpack and walked towards the forest.

"Hey! There's no need to hunt! There is plenty of food here! It's okay to eat some casually, you're welcome! Grori hurried after him, pointing to the wagon where some goods were still stocked.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing! We've got a lot more appetite than you think! Keep it to yourself! Viklico's voice came from the forest.

Draenor smiled wryly and comforted Grori with a hand on her shoulder. Glori watched in frustration as the two of them blurred in the forest, and sat down by the campfire with her face pulled.

"Really...... It tastes a little bigger, but my goods are not poison......"