Chapter 151: Team (19)

On this night, there were many people in the White Tower who were in the same state of shock, sorrow, and remorse as Anrui, and the mages Antonio and the leaders of the guilds—who, having heard the first thunder, climbed up to the tower or the attic of the mansion and looked out, relieved and happy when the peculiar light of the elven ships cast into their eyes. No one knew that elves were synonymous with wealth and power, and perhaps some humans had been jealous and coveted by the elves and wishful thinking that Grey Ridge could not leave the White Tower, rather than that the White Tower could not leave Grey Ridge - this idea did not change until Grey Ridge severed its ties with the White Tower, and then, with the invasion of the "Fine Web" guild, they realized that an even more terrible problem was befalling every resident of the White Tower. Without the elves' deterrent to the wicked, they could no longer sustain even the ordinary, uneventful but safe life they once regarded as normal.

When Anrui said that she was going to meet with the elves for help, Mage Antonio and the guild leaders, as well as the senior priest of Rosada, thought it would be a conversation of sadness, apology, and sincerity, and a happy ending in the end. The Singh elves of the north have always been a little more forgiving than the elves of Aya in the south, and even half-elves of only half blood can be protected and cherished by them - the mage Antonio and the former lord of the Partridge Hills and the White Tower can be said to be quite friendly friends, but even so, he has to blame the man who has been buried deep in the earth for his short-sightedness - he does not understand what the elves will bring to his beloved daughter.

The White Tower can be said to have been created by the elves, without which the White Tower is just a barren village so small that even adventurers may not stop for a moment or two, and their original intention is only to reserve a temporary nest for the elves of the Grey Ridge and the Silvercrown Forest—especially the young elves who have just completed their rite of passage and begun their first journey in their long lives, and humans are merely passers-by under their roofs.

Mage Antonio was quite in favor of the love and marriage between the former lord and a female elf, although they were not able to get a son. But fortunately, the laws of the Duchy of Luzel allow women to inherit their father's property, surname, and territory, as long as she has no other brother - Anrui was only a child when she took over as lord, and she had neither magic nor martial talent, and she could hardly find any merit other than exquisite appearance, but in the eyes of the old mage, this shortcoming was not too big, Anrui was a small flower, and it didn't matter. A half-elf has a lifespan of up to two hundred to three hundred years, for an elf. It is short-lived, but for humans, it symbolizes the inheritance and accumulation of more than ten generations - as long as she is still the owner of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, the care of the elves will continue, and that long time is enough for the White Tower to become a real big city, a big city that belongs only to humans, and even if there are no elves, the city can stand tall on this crisis-ridden continent.

What he didn't expect was that Anrui would lose the love of the elves so quickly, and the elves would give up on her. Also abandoned the White Tower.

The old mage cast a spell and took great risks to move himself to the junction of the two rivers, and the turbulent waves that once seemed to engulf the entire White Tower had subsided, and the inner river of the White Tower (also a tributary of the Starlight River) whimpered like a wronged child whirling around where it had been cut off, and the murky waters overflowed the original riverbank. Immersed in the bushes at the edge of the woods, the old mage's shoes and the edges of his robes sank into the icy water, but he was unconscious—the elven ship spread its wide wings, in the light of the magical galaxy. The magical runes depicted on the sails and hull of the ship shone brightly, and it slowly turned on the equally brilliant Starlight River, turning the bow in the direction of Grey Ridge - the elven mages who had completed their mission did not enter the cabin. They saw Master Antonio and bowed him lightly.

The wind of magic blew their hoods open, and Antonio only recognized a small part of them, but he knew that they were the most outstanding of the elven mages, and he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, he tried to redeem them, but he knew that it was impossible, the elven ship took off in the wind, swept across the surface of the Starlight River, leaving a shadow like thunder and lightning on the river, a sight that the people of the White Tower might never see again.

"That's Mage Antonio. Raven said, and sighed softly, Antonio is one of the very few human mages that the elves are happy to associate with, but he alone cannot undo the current decline of the White Tower.

Perrant kissed his partner's forehead, if Antonio was willing to leave the White Tower, his friendship with the elves might be maintained for a long time, but he knew that Antonio was born and raised in the White Tower, he had only left the White Tower when he had studied and traveled with his mentor, and he couldn't wait to return here after obtaining the qualification of a mage, as far as Perrant knew, there had been more than one king or grand duke who had offered a prominent seat in his court for this extremely gifted mage, but he refused.

Raven stroked Perrante's hair, it was dripping with water. As a warrior, she couldn't dry it out at once, but she had prepared a dry, soft cotton cloth, and she sat down Perrante, then covered his hair with the cotton cloth and rubbed it vigorously - as a powerful druid, Perrant certainly had a way to keep himself from being so bad, but even a stupid halfling knew not to spoil her partner when she wanted to show her affection, or she might not be able to spoil you after a while.

Like many elves, Perrant's shoulder-length hair was felt by Raven as she wiped them, and Perrant's hair was tougher and less slender than Raven's own, and Raven felt as if she were clutching a good bowstring, or rather, it was not a metaphor, for Raven's bowstring was indeed made from her partner's hair.

Then she suddenly thought of something, even with her back to Raven, as her lover, Perrante still felt the warm and happy fluctuations: "What do you think?" he asked softly, "My love, don't deny it, I can feel you smiling." ”

"Ah, I don't want to hide it from you," Raven said, "I just remembered the 'white face' of Grey Ridge - you look so similar to it, it looks like a father and son. I've stroked its fur before, and it's amazingly smooth and supple, and I'm thinking - what does your fur look like?"

"Better than it. Perrante said, "I promise." ”

Raven replied by leaning down and kissing the tip of his ear, and Perrante turned away and gave the same gift.

After a period of comfortable snuggling with each other, Raven said, "He would be glad if Cremar came back – the last time I saw White Face, his wife, and their children basking on the beach together." The lovely little one had grown up, and was no longer a short white fluff, but had a beautiful dark brown fur like his father, but its eyes were more like those of its mother, like an apricot, black and bright, and kind-hearted, though a little clumsy. But Cremar will love it. ”

"yes," said Perrante, "when he returns." ”

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Unbeknownst to Perrant and Raven, Cremar is also facing an otter.

After leaving the "concave corner", they turned to the southwest, a narrow strip of forest along the rivers and mountains. It can provide them with both food and shade.

Stretching across the sky, a dark blue velvet curtain covered with starlight, and a deep fuchsia remaining at the junction of heaven and earth, they lit a bonfire in a clearing among the trees. Baldwin fetches water from his skin, Cremar puts his own water purification ball in it to boil and purify, and the elf and Plum find a lot of wild berries, as well as half a nest of eggs from the blackback golden grouse, which Plum Mi wants to take all of them. But the elves wouldn't allow it, and Flo's priest didn't dare to disobey the ranger's will, but she still took advantage of Kerry's "inattention" to dig up a lot of nuts left behind by the squirrels (a trick learned from a boastful bard) - of course the elves found out, but the nuts that had not been poached by the squirrels after a cold winter were basically forgotten by this little creature with a bad memory, and even if they were left, they would only sprout or freeze in the ground, and it would not hurt to eat a little.

Gülen thought it would be too shabby, but he knew that the elves might not approve of him hunting, and that spring was a good time for the animals to breed and have food, "but we can at least get some fish." He said, tilting his head to Birdwin and Plum Honey, "Their injuries are not something that can be healed by a meal or two of bread and dried meat." ”

And myself, he said in his heart.

The thieves caught a fish from a nearby stream, the length of a palm, but very fat, with fine silver scales, a small strange head—and an otter bigger than a fish.

"What is this?" asked the black-haired spellcaster.

"The otter," Gülen said with a sense of pity, "stole my fish." "On more than one occasion, the little fish had gathered in a deep hollow, and the water was still very cold at night, and the thief had taken some of them and eaten a few of them—Glenn endured it twice, and the third time he caught it with no patience.

The otter's black eyes reflected the firelight, shiny and full of grievances, and its four paws were tightly bound together by Gülen's belt, and when everyone looked at it, it actually screamed a few times like an accusatory.

"The otter's flesh is delicious," the thief touched its belly maliciously, "and it's full of my fish, and we can roast them together—and I'm in need of a fur for a mattress." ”

The otter screamed, flapping its tail as it yelled.

"Does it understand us?" asked Memy warily, "isn't it just an otter, it's a druid?"

"No," the elf laughed, throwing a twig into the fire, "Animals always have a premonition of danger. ”

"It's much better than a human," the thief pinched the otter's neck, "isn't it, Memi?"

Mei Mi moved her lips and said nothing.

After a brief dinner, Plum Mi stepped aside, and with the caster's permission, she washed her face with the hot water left in her skin, combed her hair with her fingers, picked up the fragrant pea flowers she had gathered at random while picking berries, and offered them in front of a thriving elderberry bush, and prayed reverently.

When she was just a Pastor Flo who could live a good life just by having fun and indulging, she couldn't be said to be a follower of good character, and anyway, Flo didn't seem to care so much if her pastor loved her from the bottom of his heart, and as long as she had enough gold and precious stones to give, she could pass in front of the senior priest, so she, like the other Flo priests, only occasionally bowed down to their gods, and more often just wore fragrant pea flowers or danced and sang to cope.

But now she no longer thinks that she has gained power from her gods, power that she thought she did not have, and that she must repay her and win her favor.

"Speaking of which, Flo's day of celebration is coming. The thief said maliciously, "Whatever the priest of Flo did that day was only a silver coin, right, Meme?"

"Don't disturb a pastor's prayers. Berdwin said coldly.

"Well," said the thief, "then you don't need it, do you?"

"Flo's celebration was not dirty," said Kerryben, "and in my memory, it was sacred, full of love and sincerity." ”

"Who knows. The thief said that he removed the fire and spread leaves on it: "In my memory, she is a **." ”

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"Have you seen this man?"

The herald unfolded the scroll in front of the villagers of the Horn, and magically engraved the figures of Berdwin, Memmy, and Glenn, "They are all a bunch of shameless criminals who have committed serious crimes, and if you can provide information, you will be rewarded with more than a hundred gold coins, and if you dare to hide it, then you will be guilty of the same crime as them!"

Berry's father pushed the others out and walked out, he looked at the scroll and relayed the herald's words to the villagers.

"Have you seen that?" he asked.

"No," said the villagers, "no, my lordship, we have never seen such a person." ”

"No," said the villagers, "no, my lordship, we have never seen such a person." (To be continued......)