A golden glow shone on the warrior's chest, Enoch's face soothed, and the face that had been twisted by the pain finally regained its serenity. Two-Eight-Middle-Medium Text Wangmiruria was grilling hot food and water on the side, keeping an eye on the warrior's side from time to time, and a faint smile appeared on his face when he saw the warrior's relaxed expression.

Once the danger passed, Fern's thoughts began to fly again, Quiai was gone, Ness was still far away, the mercenary had been used to living alone and traveling alone, but now he found that his habits had changed silently, and he was silently changed by the two girls.

"Drink some hot tea, Fern. Miluria brought hot black tea to the mercenaries, and the broken tea leaves tumbled in the crimson tea broth. "Hold on a little longer, and Enoch will be fine in no time. ”

"Thanks, I'm fine. Fern took the teacup in both hands and sipped the tea slowly.

"I know I shouldn't say much about Quiai, but I believe she has feelings for you, and in the process of being alone with her, I can see that she is a good girl, but she is a member of the Mage Tower, so she has to do things for the Mage Tower. The scout crouched down on his knees in front of Fern and looked at him calmly.

Fern swallowed a sip of tea and looked up at the scout. "Thank you, Miruria, if she really has a deep affection for me, then the order of the Mage Tower is nothing at all. ”

"Maybe she has a hard time, or maybe she has a ......" The scout tried to speak for Quiai, but the mercenary interrupted her.

"That's it, just leave me alone and thank you for your kindness. Fern buried his face in the teacup.

Miruria sighed, stood up, and took care of Enoch with her tea. The warrior's hands were being treated by the bard, and the scout simply brought the teacup to his mouth, and to the girl's surprise, Enoch did not resist, but opened his mouth in cooperation, and Miruria's eyes glistened with tears.

"Little girl, do you see that I have spent so much energy on healing your sweetheart, and you won't pour me a cup of tea?" the bard's words made Enoch choke and cough incessantly.

"Ah...... Wait a minute, I'll go and pour it. Miruria's face flushed, and she quickly turned away from the warrior to prevent her from seeing her embarrassment.

"It's good to be young. The bard's words reminded Fern of the old mages, all the same.

"Are you also the ** master of the Mage Tower?" Fern asked coldly in the back. 2.8.Chinese.Text.Net

"Does this matter to you? You just need to know that I'm helping you. The chanter didn't turn his head back, still healing the warrior's wounds.

Fern looked at the old man's back, his colorful capes shining strangely in the firelight. "You followed me in Lot, you followed me all the way here, what is your purpose?"

The chant stopped the treatment. "Okay, your injuries are all healed, get a good night's sleep tonight, recover your strength, you can survive such a serious injury until now, you must have consumed all your physical strength. When the old man saw that the soldier was about to speak, he immediately continued. "As I said, no one will disturb you tonight, so you can rest assured. ”

Miluria brought tea to the old man, and then examined the warrior's wounds. "It's really totally good, it's amazing, it's amazing, Enoch, you're all right!" the girl looked at Enoch excitedly, and the warrior turned his head to the side because of her shyness.

The chanter sat down beside Fern with tea. "Let me rest for a while, and I'll treat you after drinking this cup of tea. ”

Fern nodded. "I'm not in a hurry, but it would be great if you could answer my question while you had tea. ”

"Why be so persistent, Ferne. The old man took a sip of tea and looked at the fire with calm eyes.

"It seems that my reputation in the Mage Tower is not small, and almost all the mages in Wallis know me now. Fern put down his teacup, removed the bottle from his belt, and began to drink.

The old man suddenly turned his head to look at the wine bottle in the mercenary's hand. "You still have this, why didn't you take it out earlier!"

"This isn't for you. Fern shook the bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth in enjoyment.

The old man looked at the mercenary and swallowed. "I'm not a ** teacher, I can only tell you this, otherwise you can easily guess my identity. ”

Fern plucked another bottle from the other side of his belt and tossed it to the bard. "It's not a ** teacher, is it a great sage?"

"I didn't say it, you guessed it yourself. The old man couldn't wait to open the bottle and drank several sips. "It's a good wine, you've got a good taste. ”

"I've got quite a few in my pannier if you like, but I'll give it to you if you have to come with us. Fern resisted the urge to snicker, and pretended to look at the old man calmly.

"You don't need to say it, I'll go with you to Valdosta, Queai is gone, you need a mage. The old man wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smacking his mouth, reminiscing about the taste of wine.

"How did you know we were going to Valdosta?" Enoch asked alarmedly.

"I also knew you were going to see Adeline, there was little on this continent that I didn't know. The old man said proudly.

"Since you know so much, you must be one of the best mages in Wallis, why do you want to guard us like this, and you don't even dare to tell us your true identity, let alone your name. Fern pinched the flat bottle and burped, snorting a puff of wine.

"Boy, you'd better be respectful to me, I'm afraid you'll be scared when I say my name. The chanter took off his pointed hat and straightened his long, loose white hair. "When you meet Adeline, she'll tell you who I am. ”

"Do you know you, do you mean to help us, or do you take the opportunity to get close to us and deal with Adeline? Enoch was so excited that he almost stood up, but the scout held him down.

"Warrior, if you ask this, my answer, of course, is to help you, you should judge for yourself this kind of question, and if you ask, it will be in vain. ”

Enoch never expected that this old mage's personality would be so eccentric, and he definitely didn't see this in his eyes just now. "Anyway, you saved my life, and I'll give you a chance. ”

"Thank you, Enoch. "The singer's temper is not like that of an old man who is dozens of years older than them, but like a difficult companion of their age.

Fern looked into the crodrel's dark yellow eyes. "Are you a Tempe? or a Dayton?"

"Good eyesight, Ferne. The old man pressed the last of his hair to his scalp and put on a pointed hat. "I'm from Tempe, but I'm in ...... Oh, nothing. ”

"You said that there is little you don't know about Wallis, so do you know where the king and the great sage Manfred at his side went when Sara fell?" Fern stared at the side of the bard.

"I know a lot about it, but I don't really know about it. The chant turned his head and looked at the mercenary calmly, without a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"You don't seem to know everything, so I thought you could tell us something useful. Fern shrugged in disappointment.

"Again, Fern, why be so persistent. The chant raised his head and took a long sip of wine. "There are some things that you will know when you should know, and there is no need to rush to pursue the truth. On the contrary, it hurts you to know too much before you are ready, and as you move towards the truth step by step, you are constantly improving yourself, and when you are fully ready, the truth will come to you on its own. ”

Fern was silent, the hand holding the bottle unconsciously let go, the wine in his mouth seemed to have no taste, and the mercenary straightened up suddenly. "If we had known the answer earlier, we could have avoided some tragedies, so why didn't we give it a try?"

"Fern, you think you can change anything, but in fact, you can't change anything. The singer turned the bottle upside down, and a drop of wine dripped from the bottle, and the old man put the bottle down with great satisfaction. "You're not in Altoona yet, you were determined to get rid of it when you were in Lot, even in Canrito, you wouldn't have thought you'd be here now, you've tried to change, but is it useful?"

"I don't believe it, there will always be a chance, I will try. Fern looked at the mage earnestly.

The chant turned around and came face to face with Fern, his hands on top of the mercenary's hands, and the bandages wrapped around his hands slowly fell off Fern's hands, revealing a red-black palm mixed with blood stains inside, and the old man's brow furrowed. "You're not lightly injured, those mages are really heavy, Etiyesh really dares to come nonsense. ”

"According to you, no matter how hard they strike, I won't die, even if I just stand there and don't do anything, I won't die. There was some banter in Fern's tone.

"It's different, Fern, you have to do your best, fate will help you, and it will cross you to the other side. The golden light enveloped the mercenary's hands. "You can't resist fate, you can't try to get out of it, all you can do is accept it and push it with your own strength, for you, for everyone else, everyone is a thread in fate. ”