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"By the way," said Perrante, "perhaps you would like to meet another old friend." ”

"Who?" asked Kerryben.

"Follow me. ”

In another dimension, almost all ships using propellers have ballast water tanks, which have nothing but water is indispensable, and the appropriate weight of ballast water can increase the weight of the hull when the ship is not carrying cargo, ensure that the propeller can go deep into the water, ensure the propulsion efficiency, and reduce the unpleasant dizziness caused by the hull vibration, and in case of storms or strong waves, the crew can also adjust the weight division and draft of the cabin through ballast water to ensure the stability and safety of the ship。

In this plane, probably only the gnomes can make ships out of metal and attach propellers to the back of the ships, but this is a new toy for the gnomes, and no human has dared to try to entrust their lives and cargo to such strange things. Most of the boats, as we have described before, are mostly made of wood, covered with lead or iron plates only in the critical parts, but they also use ballast, and the bilges of the ships are filled with large wooden barrels that can hold one or two adults, and the barrels contain potatoes, onions, non-perishable citrus, pineapples with iron nails, and light wine (because fresh water is perishable), etc., which not only serve as food and drink, but also act as ballast water.

It's not that there are no boats carrying fresh water, they either buy seaweed for water purification from the fishmen, or use water purification balls to ensure that the water quality can remain clean during the voyage, but the water purification seaweed can always multiply rapidly, and people need to keep cutting and fishing for the part that grows out of it, otherwise even the seaweed that is only the size of the palm of the hand can fill a whole barrel in a day and night. As for the Water Purification Ball, to purify so much water that it is either colorless tourmaline or solid stone, plus the Mithril shell and enchantment, this price can only be afforded by those nobles and thieves who are extravagant by nature.

The elves never used fish-man and snake-man things, nor did they use light wine as a reserve of edible water, and the barrels they used to store fresh water only needed a little water from the fountain of life to ensure that it would not rot for six months, and the water purification ball, although rare, was equipped with one on every flying wing ship - but this time they brought an extra barrel, which was also strangely shaped. To be exact, it was more like a large bathtub with a folding lid, large enough for a rhinoceros to bathe in it, and it was not placed in the bilge, but fixed next to the captain's quarters, and when Perrante led them over, the lid was half-opened, and the golden sunlight shone on the water, sparkling. It's like a pile of crystal powder.

The soul of the other world glanced at Kerryben, and it happened that Kerry Ben also looked over, and the elven ranger's lips were covered with a smile of surprise, apparently he had guessed who this guest was.

Perrante walked over and knocked on the barrel. There was a loud sound of water coming from the barrel, and something swam up quickly, and the first thing they saw was a black, round nose, then gray. A bushy beard that bends downwards is followed by a shaggy, serious white face and two black bean-like eyes.

"Chirp!" it said.

"White face!" said the soul of the other world happily. He held out his hand almost without thinking.

The otter's claws have five fingers like humans, the finger face is gray and the belly is very beautiful pink, and one of them is like a human thumb, born on the side, and has the effect of a human thumb, so the white face grabs the stone, The fish had been able to hold on to its own child, and had never dropped its hand, and now its hands held the fingers of otherworldly spirits as if it were held by an innocent baby.

"How it convinces you. Carey Ben said. Perrant is a druid, on any cage, net, fence...... In short, everything that was used to imprison freedom was hated, and he wondered how Whiteface had persuaded Perrant to bring it in this way.

"I didn't take it with me," said Perrante helplessly, "I don't know when it climbed aboard our boat, and it took up a bucket of fresh water that I found was stealing our dried fish and sweet jam." ”

When he found the white face, it was not in the best state, the otter's fur was ridged, and its eyes were dull, and Perrant immediately poured it a spoonful of potion to finally restore it to its original lively state, as for this vat, it was specially made for it urgently by the elves, and every half day or night, there were mages who replaced it with fresh starlight river water, and the elves went to the turbulent river five to six times a day to fish or stinging fish, and it just had to wait comfortably for the big flowers.

"VIP treatment, huh?" whispered the otherworldly spirit, the otter with a white face in his hood, wiping his beard with his hair.

"It may have heard that I would join you. Perrante said that he had brought the Whiteface family into the Silvercrown Forest, and that there was a quiet, clean stream below his and Raven's house, and that the fish and shrimp in it were clumsy and fat, but only a few months...... The otter family has grown considerably in size, especially the white-faced.

"Oh my God," they heard the black-haired spellcaster behind them, "my neck is about to be broken, white face, how much do you weigh now? fifty pounds or a hundred pounds? I realized when I hugged you just now, although the otter has no waist, but what is the extra circle? really...... Do you sometimes feel like your fur is a little tight?"

Perrant and Kerry kept walking, but they both waited with bated breath.

Sure enough, the next moment came the chirping of birds, the sound of an otter when it was angry, and one or two of the mournful cries of the initiators.

"Alright, alright," Perrante said after a moment before he shifted the angry otter to his shoulder, pulling Cremar's fingers from its mouth, "This can't be eaten." He said solemnly, "How about grilling the little fish? Anyway, our chef is back." ”

To show that he was indeed repenting - although the soul of the other world was not wrong, the otter of this dimension clearly had the same taboos as the women of the other dimension. Even though the ship's conditions were limited, the black-haired spellcaster showed off the essence of the country from another dimension, but it was a pity that Whiteface refused to put his little paw in the hands of the half-elves as a sign of forgiveness after a feast that moved all the elves on the ship.

It was on the morning of the third day that the otters were finally willing to reconcile, and they were leaving, and the pale golden morning light covered the smooth and expansive deck of the winged ship, and the white sails and wings fluttered in the wind, and the elves sang softly in the wind, bidding farewell to their people and friends, and their beloved.

Whiteface sat on the deck. With its tail resting on its feet and its paws hanging from its chest, it looked more serious than ever, and it not only forgave Cremar, but also wiped its own beard from his cheek - a very solemn ritual for an otter, but no one could compare to Perrante, and even Raven couldn't help but smile in the inevitable apprehension of the white face for him.

"If it's not ......," Raven said, "I'll go with you." ”

"Yes," Perrant said. There are no longer a few strong women among the elves, and Raven has fought alongside Perrante countless times: "Only this time. He stared into Raven's eyes, which were grayish-blue, and in the intense light it would even lose that blue. Turning a very light gray, it made him look a little cold and unapproachable, but now when they reflected Raven's emerald blue eyes like a summer lake, they couldn't help but be dyed with a gentle color. They looked at each other, followed by a gentle but emotional kiss.

Whiteface watched with interest until Cremar caught his attention with a packet of dried honey fish.

"Take this one back to your sons. The spirit of the other world said, "I'm probably going to be away for a long time. But I'll go back. ”

The white face chirped a few times, I'll go meet you, it said, it knew that sometimes the human could understand what it was saying, sometimes it couldn't, like now, but it knew that he was thinking about the Starlight River, the linden forest, and the beach that was often flooded by the river, and it also wanted to think about the cold water, the sweet sap, and the guy's grilled fish.

But it doesn't matter, maybe by the second time, or the third time, when the Starlight River skyrockets, they'll be back there.

It was their home.

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This time, the Advanced Positioning Teleportation Spell was cast by an elven mage, and he winked at Kerry Ben when he finished casting.

Cremar glanced at Kerry Ben curiously.

"My ......," said Kerry, a little embarrassed, "in the name of a human being, I think it's my uncle." ”

Perrant smiled and turned his head, the elves did not reach adulthood as humans would be, they always maintained the form of a child, their gestation period was three times that of humans, but it only took twenty years to grow into a teenager. The problem is that during Kerribben's childhood, the Singer elves had less than a hundred young descendants, and although they were most carefully and properly cared for, they were countered by countless jokes and black histories. For example, Kerry would have been momentarily unnatural when he saw Perrant transform into a red deer or a black bear, because in the first forty years of his most ignorance, several cold winters were spent buried in Uncle Perrante's thick and soft fur, not to mention those cheerful climbing and riding.

As for his uncle, he had a different handle - he was also one of the elves who cared for Kerribben, and like all spellcasters who were willing to take care of young children, their most common means of use was tricks, and let him say that Kerriben was a child...... That's kind of ...... Unusual ...... Foolish......

In the hands of Ingwe, the king of the jungle, there is a black record of the growth diary of Kerryben, which is actually a stupid little fool every day, and the person who recorded it is the uncle of the little one.

Kerry Ben gently grabbed the pigtail that hung down from his sideburns, and if he could, he would try to ask Van Velin when he got back this time, uh, though it wasn't very likely that his father had hidden it there.

The place where they landed was a dense forest, for the Snow Cover Swamp was a giant chaotic maze that had formed naturally before the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, and no one knew how long its tentacles stretched out. Therefore, in order to be precautionary, the elven mages who positioned them set their location hundreds of miles away from the snowy swamp, where there was a valley and few people, anyway, the elves prepared for them with plenty of food, scrolls and water, and there was a druid by their side, so they didn't need to worry about the lack of supplies.

"In about an hour (an hour) dusk will fall here. Perrante said.

"We were here for one night's rest. Kerry looked at the people around him, Cremar, him, and Perrant were fine, and Glenn was able to walk freely in unfamiliar places in dim light, but Leona and Berdwin were unlikely. Not to mention the dwarf McGee, he spent two days on the winged ship with great interest because it was the first time he had seen the winged ship touching the elves, and he was worried that the relationship between the elves and the gnomes was not very good.

"If I were a dwarf......" he muttered.

"Then the elves will be glad to hang you upside down and hang under the keel until you are blown dry with a cooing - like the Normans of the Highlands make air-dried chickens. Gülen said. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped backwards with quick reflexes, and if it weren't for that, his toes would have been broken by the stainless steel heels of his dwarf boots.

"Don't think I'm a fool," said the gnome, "elves don't eat meat. ”

But that argument was shattered tonight. Perrant's animal friends brought in a lot of nuts, and Leona put the elves' rattan cakes in twigs and fixed them around the campfire to roast them hot, and Glenn went to fetch water. When Cremar's water purification balls swayed in the water bladder, providing them with piping hot, clean water, McGee thought that was all for their dinner, but just as the rattan flour was about to be ready. Perrant stepped out of the darkness with a large, colorful serpent hanging from his shoulder.

"What is this?" asked McGee in surprise.

"Snakes. Perrante said.

"Aren't all snakes supposed to hide in their burrows now?" asked Glenn, who hadn't left Sharp Jaw Harbor before meeting Cremar. But thieves often use non-venomous or venomous snakes to intimidate and assassinate, so he is no stranger to snakes, he knows that snakes should hide in their own homes and sleep at this time, and a druid will not drag a snake out of its burrow.

"It hit us. Carey Ben said.

So it smells of delicious food, so it thinks that a tooth sacrifice is more important than sleeping?Gülen was tempted to make a joke about it, but neither elf looked good, and he wisely closed his mouth.

"What are you doing?" asked the dwarf in a shrill voice, and anyone could hear a little fear in his words.

"Dinner. Birdwin said, giving him a strange look, since Perrant had brought it back—was he going to find a priest from Cranvoux to pray for it?he was a hunter, and the Normans of the Highlands rarely saw snakes, but there were many islands of dragonfire, and that a snake was no different from a deer to him when it was skinned and gutted, and he simply disposed of it, leaving only a part of the snake flesh, snake skin, bones, and so on buried deep in the ground, lest the smell of blood attract more beasts.

The snake meat was simply rinsed with water, cut into small pieces, inserted into a branch and slowly roasted on the campfire, and in addition to the delicate salt, Leona's dimensional bag also contained grated spices, and in a short time, the golden snake meat gave off a restless aroma.

The dwarf McGee didn't immediately put it in his mouth when he got his share, he rolled his eyes to look at the people around him...... And the elves? His eyes widened suddenly, the closest to the Dragonfire Islands was the Emerald Forest Island, the elves of the Emerald Forest Island absolutely refused to eat meat, and their sensitive tongues could even taste a teaspoon of butter in a bucket of vegetable soup.

"What's wrong, McGee?"

McGee didn't speak, but Kerry and Perrant weren't surprised by his eyes that were almost skeptical and terrified, after all, in the minds of many humans and humanoids who didn't know much about elves, elves were like bees, and they could only live well on dew and nectar.

Moreover, the Singh elves, or elves who were not Singh elves at the time, did refuse to enter any meat.

But in the great catastrophe a thousand years ago, the connection of the main material plane was greatly impacted, and even the elves could not hear Angelis's voice, and the elves were divided. In order to avoid an imminent civil war, they resolutely divided into two groups, that is, the current Singh Elves and Aya Elves, the Eya Elves stayed on the Emerald Forest Island, and the Singh Elves left their homeland and went north, and the Silvercrown Forest did not belong to the Elves at that time, they belonged to the brutal Orcs. You can imagine how chaotic and painful it was at that time, the young elves almost all died, and the adult elves had no fixed place to live. Hungry and cold, they were so weak that they could not even lift a knife and shoot arrows - it was then that the Singh elves began to change their recipes, and unlike the Eya elves, who occupied the warm and humid Emerald Forest Island, which was full of spring seasons, in winter, they were surrounded only by snow and dead branches, and the elves began to hunt animals like orcs, wear their fur, eat their flesh, and survive as much as they could.

Carey was just a baby who just needed milk. As he grew up, the Singh elves had become masters of the Silvercrown Forest, but occasionally he had heard of some - just like his uncle had mocked his father, the King of the Jungle, Ingwe, to keep his people alive. He was the first elf to put the meat of a creature on his plate, although at the time he seemed ordinary, and could even be said to have eaten a piece of roast venison the size of a fist. In fact, after the meal, he calmly presided over three meetings. A verdict was pronounced and five orcs were interrogated, but that night the King of the Jungle drank a night of light wine in his room, and even more so for dozens of days without sleeping—the delves were not only in their bodies. More importantly, in the heart, how many Singer elves wept and forced themselves to swallow the first mouthful of blood-smelling food?

Much better than adult elves, babies or toddlers, Singer elves consciously add a very small amount of gravy to their food, and when they grow up, they are not as resistant to meat as their parents, although if they can, they will still use the flowers and fruits of plants as their main food source - but this is limited to summer and autumn, and the production of plants in winter and spring is not enough to meet the needs of the elves, and it is impossible to survive the long and harsh winters without fat and meat.

However, the elves do not have a hobby of publicizing their private secrets, so until now only a few have known that the recipes of the Singh elves are different from those of the elves.

The snake meat was very tasty, but the two elves had only eaten one piece, and the souls of the other world had only tasted a few bites, and Berdwin's appetite was directly proportional to his tall and strong body, but the slender Glenn and the dwarf McGee were surprisingly able to eat almost half the weight of their bodies, and Kerry had heard of the gnome gluttony, but he remembered that Glenn had not had such a good appetite before.

The thief trembled uncontrollably when the elf's gaze fell on Glenn, and he had found that his appetite had grown ever since he had been slain by the stranger once, and the dagger had become strange again. He used to eat as much as a plum, but now he had no problem swallowing one, the burning sensation of fire and the sting of an ant's bite ravaged his stomach, and on several occasions he suspected that he would die from the swelling of his belly, and the sight of half-dissolved food flowing out of his cracked stomach lingered in every nightmare he had, even though he no longer had to fear death.

But if he kills someone with that dagger, whoever it is, the dangerous hunger will subside a lot, and if he kills more people in a short time, the sensation will become more and more mild, so slight that he can go days and nights without food or drink - he had heard of a powerful thief who had a dagger that could draw life from others, and if he was wounded, just plunge the dagger into the body of a living person, and the latter's energy would flow into his body and heal his wounds- Glenn suspected that this was his dagger, but the legend did not describe that the dagger would make its owner feel extremely hungry.

As he thought this, he heard a high-pitched, small laugh, but it seemed to come from his brain, and the contempt and mockery contained in it was even stronger than the night at the moment.

"Gülen!"

The thieves jumped.

He looked around in a bit of a daze like someone who had been suddenly pushed to wake up from a nightmare.

"You don't look good," Perrante said, "what's going on?" His eyes sharpened: "What did you hear? or what did you see?" ”

"No, it's nothing," Glenn shook his head vigorously as he was fully conscious, "Maybe it's because the campfire is too warm...... I think I'm asleep. ”

"We're going to be together for a long time after that," Perrante said, "and I don't want my companions to hide something from each other, it's dangerous for both of us." ”

"Perhaps," said the thief, "...... A little sudden drowsiness?"

Knowing that the dark-haired thief hadn't told the truth, Perrant didn't allow him to destroy his already weak relationship of trust, and he just nodded to Gülen in the end.

Gülen let out a long sigh, and on the first day he caught the attention of an elven druid, which was not what he wanted: "What happened just now?"

"We're arranging the order of the vigil," McGee said, "in groups of three." ”

"I, Berdwin, Glenn, the first half of the night," said Perrant, "Kerryburn, Leona, and McGee the second half of the night. "Among adventurers, there is a difference in the order of vigils, the first half of the night is the hardest, because after a day of running and even fighting, no matter who wants to fall asleep as soon as possible, and in the second half of the night, after a period of rest, they can barely refresh themselves a little. As for spellcasters, they are generally excluded, they need to rest, meditate, and memorize spells, and even if these are done, they can still copy scrolls or something, mages and warlocks are arguably the most important assets in a team, just like no one will use a gold plate to hold the paste, no one will want to use a caster in a place that is not critical and important.

Glenn smiled and bowed in obedience, but he couldn't stop wailing in his heart, although he really didn't hear much of the previous discussion, he remembered that he was originally lined up with McGee, which is why McGee pushed him, but now he had to face two guys who didn't like him and he didn't like either, and he could imagine that if he had to be lined up like this every night after that, he would have two more companions but two more jailers.

He had to admit that he missed Mei Mi a little.

(There's another chapter in the evening!) (To be continued.) )