In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, October 4th, fine

After a month of turbulence, we finally arrived outside the Wind Cliff City, the traces of battle on the plains are still very clear, and occasionally you can see the corpses of the knights of the kingdom who are not completely decomposed, and I ordered my men to be buried. The road is very difficult to walk, and the heavy rain of the past few days has made the road a little muddy, and there are obvious traces of vandalism on the road.

Along the way, there were craters that seemed to have been blown open by the firestorm, full of water, and fat and disgusting gray squirrels were scurrying around in the camp of the former knights of the kingdom, and for the sake of caution, I ordered the team to repair the place, and there were still a lot of blood stains left in the camp, which had penetrated deep into the ground, and the stench was constantly hitting my nostrils. In order to make myself feel better, I asked the servant to light some precious incense.

The mosquitoes at night were so sleepy that I had no choice but to go back to the carriage, and it was hard for me to imagine that a mob of about a thousand people would beat a well-equipped and trained knight to the ground. Along the way, you can see many swords and armor discarded by the knights, most of which have been melted together, and it is really hard to sleep tonight when you think about meeting the Lord of the Red Dragon tomorrow.

In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, October 5th, sunny

Praise my lord, bless the food that did not become the red dragon, and as I passed the moat, I saw the magic prop called the spear. The long black pipe and a cast iron tail resemble the torture instruments used for hammering in the kingdom, but the cast iron tail has an extremely elaborate mechanism. I ordered my attendants to carry the largest one into the carriage from the river.

Completely unsure of how it works, the accompanying mage also said that there was not the slightest fluctuation of mana on the object, which may be the cause of the damage, and that the weapon was scattered around the middle finger length and thick brass containers, and it was not known what it was used for. Extremely exquisitely crafted.

The retinue is collecting this delicate metal. The purity of this brass has far exceeded the purity that the national alchemists can refine. Presumably, even if it is sold, it will be welcomed by the noble ladies, and I did not try to stop them, because there are so many of them scattered along the lake city river, and the thick middle finger can only be found next to the largest weapon. Everything else is the size of a little thumb.

Some of them also had pointed hats made of what appeared to be precious steel, inlaid in brass, which I ordered the soldiers to open, and inside were some sand-like objects, with some unpleasant smell and then very flammable. This kind of thing can only be found near magic items, so it may be something that provides magic spells to magic items like magic stones.

In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, October 6th, sunny

Oh! O high gods, please forgive me for my greed, I ate too much demonic beast meat last night, and today we have retribution. I've gone to the toilet a few times back and forth.

Forgive me for my greed, but no country in this world, not even the great Holy See, can compare with the wealth of this mage, who has used pepper as an ordinary seasoning. Even King Henry could not have used so much spice in a single meal. My knowledge was limited, and I could only recognize a few of them, cinnamon and pepper, and fennel. It was the first time that a child called cumin had realized it even for an envoy like me, who had traveled all over the six countries.

The dragon seemed to be able to understand human nature. Pardon me for not being able to describe how I felt, the only thing I could feel in this red beast was my deep fear. But one of the daring servants was eaten by the dragon today, and according to the guards' reports, he just wanted to get closer.

I can't blame him for his curiosity, although the kids brought gifts as an apology. But I still ordered the team not to get close to the dragon at a distance of fifty meters. The dragon's hostility towards us is still quite obvious. As the only one who could get within fifty meters of the dragon, I was greatly respected by my entourage, even though it was dinner that the children had invited to dinner. If I hadn't been accompanied by those kids, I wouldn't have dared to.

In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, October 7th, light rain

It's been two days since I arrived here, and I still haven't been able to see the legendary archmage, but a group of villagers from outside the city are bringing food to the children, in addition to the common food in the empire, one of the foods called potatoes has caught my attention, I spent two Rick to buy a few of these potatoes, and from the words of this group of villagers, I learned that this food only needs about ninety days to grow.

At the same time, the yield is huge and the taste is sweet, and in the evening I tasted the food made from the tubers of this plant, which the villagers simply cooked and sprinkled with a little salt, and the extremely sweet glutinous aroma was stimulated by the salt grains. The accompanying court chef said that there may be many different processing possibilities for this food, but that the amount that can be purchased is too small.

At the same time, today I once again felt the financial resources of the archmage, the villagers brought two boxes of special food to us, saying that it was the archmage's apology, this kind of food is made of fine iron, about the thickness of the milk skin, it takes a lot of effort to open this thing, we, as the elite of the kingdom, were even ridiculed by a group of farmers.

Inside is something that looks like meat, but is different from meat, smelling a bit like a fish sausage from Port Ayto, which the villagers call luncheon meat. The flavor is slightly salty, but the mashed potatoes are really seamless and delicious.

I plan to pack up all the part I gave back to China and prepare to dedicate it to His Highness. Then he spent a lot of Imperial Silver coins from the villagers to buy a few cans. But as far as I know, the villagers basically get a little bit of this food every month, so it's not a rare thing here. But just because of the tin cans used in this food, I think the price is right.

In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, on the 8th day of October, it rained heavily

The dragon was probably a little irritable because of the heavy rain, and after ramming a few houses in the city, he was reprimanded by the children and flew away, hoping he never came back. It was at this opportunity that we went to check out the original aristocratic quarter. The Kingdom Mage's serial spells wreaked havoc, and at the request of the mages accompanying me, I was able to collect the stones that were originally Windcliff Castle extremely fast.

Half of the stone has been melted into obsidian by the heat, while the other half remains in the bluestone state. The villagers who came yesterday did not know where to summon a few magic puppets, this magic puppet has six legs, and it is infinitely powerful, and they are dealing with the collapsed city wall and the brass and magic items scattered all over the ground, but fortunately, I have ordered my subordinates to hide the magic tools they have picked up in a safe place outside the city.

And the brass that was strung into necklaces by the soldiers and hung on their chests, the villagers did not come to ask for their return. Today, the chef fried the potatoes he bought and made me dinner, which was really delicious.

By the way, in the middle of the night, the red dragon returned.

In the year 339 of the kingdom calendar, on the 9th day of October, it rained heavily

At last in the damn rain came to us the great mage, more than half a head taller than the strongest soldier in my ranks, with solid muscles and refined short hair, a sturdy figure I had only seen in the captain of the King's Guard, and if I didn't know his identity, I really couldn't have connected him to the frail mages.

The meeting was quite friendly, and the archmage presented me with a strange saber of very fine work, and I am ashamed to say that this saber is probably much more valuable than the sword of Henry, the national treasure of our country, in terms of its incomparably ornate carvings and the hilt inlaid with glazed gems, which is a thin sword similar to a saber, but its sharpness is too much. I didn't dare to keep it privately, so I wrapped it carefully and put it with the can for safekeeping.

The archmage is quite talkative, and unlike the envoy etiquette between countries, he talks more like an ordinary peasant. This left me at a loss. But after a day's deliberations, I could not agree to the cession of a large part of the territory, and I had to wait for the king's message, and the rest was basically a demand that belonged to a victor.

But the strange thing is that this archmage, in addition to the demand for territory, actually asked the kingdom to sign a trade agreement with him, I really don't know how the confidence of a small land asked our country to sign an equal trade agreement with him, but all this still has to be decided by the king.

"I'm really tired."

After a day of diplomatic negotiations, the old man who came to the envoy basically agreed to all other conditions, except for trade and territorial issues, which had to wait for him to contact the king before deciding.

"Sure enough, no matter what world you are in, a hard fist is the truth."

Seeing Narrator's struggling appearance, Aroline took the initiative to knead his shoulders, since the Battle of the Wind Cliff Castle, he took off his military uniform, and he has always been dressed as a maid, no matter where Narrator goes, she will follow him. And the narrator-kun seems to be used to her service.

Feeling the gentle touch from his shoulder, Narrator Jun tilted his head to look at this spirit of the Evelyn clan, since he rescued her, he directly forgot the question he wanted to ask, and today happened to be suddenly free, so Narrator Jun asked in standard imperial Chinese:

"Aeloline, do your people all speak the language I speak now?"

The elf just smiled faintly, and answered the narrator's question in the same language of the Empire, but not very pure:

"No, I'm a priest of the Evelyn Flower clan, a language that can only be learned by the rituals responsible for passing on the traditions. On the contrary, I wondered why the master had the language of our sacrifice. ”

"It's a long story, but it's the language of my hometown. How did you learn the language? ”

Aroline seemed to have some doubts about what the narrator said, stopped what she was doing, sat down opposite the narrator, dipped her slender jade fingers in some tea that was already a little cold, drew a pattern on the table that looked like a flower and a tree, and then sang a cappella with her beautiful singing voice.

In the melodious singing, the tea that makes up the pattern vibrates as if it is about to boil, and then floats to the height of the teapot, forming a moving portrait, accompanied by the performance of the portrait and the lyrics of Ayrine, the narrator probably understands the history of Evelyn's family, and the portrait begins with a huge droplet-shaped meteor crashing into the sea with many islands.

Then the elves were born. They planted a huge tree as their dwelling, they once built a very large empire, but because of internal strife to kill each other, and then for generations, the leaders of the tribes threw down their weapons, shook hands and made peace, and the elves were divided into seven tribes, and have lived peacefully until now. Behind are some prophecy contents, which the narrator has not been able to understand.

In the eyes of others, the history of the elves may be a myth, but in the eyes of the narrator, it is not a myth, and the teardrop-shaped spaceship with the obvious characteristics of the Ida clan, and the weapons used to kill each other are more like the star javelins of the Ida clan. It's likely that Evelyn, like the narrator, got lost in the subspace passage and got here, and eventually thrived on the planet because they couldn't find a way back.

Narrator-kun didn't say anything about this, after all, the Ida clan was not a friendly race to the original empire. However, the narrator found some key problems from these ancient narrative poems, such as that even Ada's technology has not been able to leave the planet to find a route back, and it is possible that this Ida battleship is an immigrant ship.

For some reason, this group of Ida forgot their own technology, and returned to the technology of the Middle Ages like the humans on this planet, but the magic of this planet is fundamentally different from psionic energy, how did these Ida learn it?

Aroline's singing stopped, and the enchanted tea fell onto the table. She just smiled and looked at Narrator, and wiped the water stains on the table with her hands, as if waiting for approval or something, and Narrator asked her how the important sacrifice of Evelyn's family could be sold into slavery.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared, and the nightmarish days appeared in her mind again, trembling with fear, and then a pair of warm hands grabbed Aroline's slightly trembling hands, and the warmth different from the elf's body temperature was transmitted to her heart through her hands. Ayrine froze, as if she wanted to break the shackles of the past, and her green eyes stared at the eyes of the narrator, and slowly told her story.

It turns out that in their country, the festival is not allowed to live with a crowd of people, and they always live in a high place called a shrine, and from the foot of the mountain, they build an arch of flowers with beautiful seasonal flowers. Basically, except for some necessary sacrificial activities, Evelyn's sacrifices are all to live a life of pure cultivation and few desires.

The village where she lives is quite clean compared to other big towns, and belongs to the fishing village in the border area. So for big cities, there is naturally a lack of good protection measures, and the human pirate fleet just likes to plunder this kind of village, the life of the elves is several times longer than that of humans, and the short life of human beings is a hundred years, for an elf is just past a teenager.

The pirates specially selected the young elves, and both the old and the prime of men were slaughtered, and unfortunately that day Ayrine and the other sacrifices were attacked by the pirates. Then he was stuffed into a black ship, and after a few changes of hands, he arrived at the inland kingdom of Henry, and then the story is that he was bought by Baron Lewis, and then rescued by the narrator to the present story.

Aeloline shed tears as she spoke, what happened to her compatriots and herself made her really unforgettable, and the narrator just gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stroked her green hair. There weren't many words that just gave her an incredibly firm assurance:

"You won't suffer any more by my side, and I will definitely send you home safely."

Aroline shook her head, grabbed her apron, and wiped her red and swollen eyes:

"Thank you for the comfort, but I can't go back, my family and people have been torn apart in that raid, and even if I go back, it's just a fishing village with broken walls."

After a pause, Ayrine, who seemed to have thought of something, grabbed the narrator's hand tightly and knelt on the floor with a puff:

"If you really want to help me, Master Mage, please save any Evelyn you can, although we can't return to our homeland, I believe it will be useful to you."

The narrator picked up Aroline, who was trembling with excitement, and nodded heavily:

"As far as I can, I'll try to help your people."

Ayrine hugged Narrator all of a sudden, crying loudly, crying about what happened to her, crying about her dead clansmen, Narrator just patted her on the back gently, letting her tears soak her clothes to the fullest.

Just as the two of them were immersed in this extremely sad environment, the door slammed into the living room and slammed into the fireplace. At the door, a soaked, red-haired girl, holding the leg of an unknown creature in her hand, stood at the door and tilted her head as she watched the two people hugging each other:

"Oh! Are humans mating? Can you make me dinner first?"