What came out from behind the tree was not a ferocious beast, but a very cute little girl. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little girl was dressed in a long dark brown dress with a short red cape with a hood on her upper body.

At this time, she was wearing a red hood on her head, a small white face, and those dark green eyes stared at Cyril without a trace of emotion.

In this cold and snowy deserted place, the appearance of such a cute and normal-looking little girl seems a little abnormal.

"Are you lost?" After a moment's thought, Cyril suggested what he thought was the most likely scenario at the moment.

The little girl shook her head, still staring at Cyril without saying a word.

Seeing that the little girl didn't seem to have the meaning of speaking, Cyril thought for a while, beckoned to her and said, "Anyway, come here first, it's easy to get cold if you stay in the forest for too long, come and bake the fire for a while." ”

The little girl didn't say anything, just nodded, and then trotted towards Cyril.

After pulling the calf of the deerskin boots out of the deep snow, the little girl stomped on the ground with all her might.

After knocking all the snow off his boots, he went to the fire and sat down on a rock.

Although the little girl didn't speak, and the situation was quite weird, it didn't seem to mean to do anything.

With a sigh of relief, Cyril lifted the magical barrier beside him, and then he took two steps to the front and sat down on the stone opposite the little girl.

Taking out two wooden bowls, Cyril stirred a little in the soup pot on the fire, added some seasoning, and scooped two full bowls of broth.

He handed one of the bowls to the little girl, who took the broth, puffed out her fair cheeks, blew the broth, and took a spoon and took a sip.

Then she looked surprised, and Cyril smiled at this, and took a sip of the broth.

“...... Why is it so unpalatable?" As soon as he put this spoonful of broth in his mouth, Cyril's face changed, obviously using marinated dried meat, but the taste of the meat was more than a grade worse than that of Matthew.

But the little girl sitting across from her didn't seem to think so, and she kept stuffing the broth into her mouth with a spoon, and in just two minutes she had eaten up a large bowl of piping hot broth.

Holding the empty bowl in both hands, the little girl turned her gaze to Cyril again, looking at her hopeful look, Cyril smiled and asked, "Would you like another bowl?"

Nodding vigorously, the little girl held the wooden bowl high.

It lasted twenty minutes, and the two of them finally completely eliminated this pot of broth, although the taste was not very good, but after eating, the body did warm up a lot.

Cyril stretched his hands forward slightly, intending to feel the warmth of the flames a little more.

Although he didn't know how he was before he lost his memory, he was very sure that his physical fitness was extremely poor now.

Although the reaction is very fast, and the sensitivity is enough, but his strength and physique are slightly inferior to even the children in the city.

Looking at Xue'er, who was stunned there, the little girl stretched out her hand and shook it gently in front of her eyes.

With a smile, Cyril asked, "What's wrong?"

The little girl stretched out her hand and pointed to the corpse of the white-horned wolf that had been stripped of the fur by Cyril, and then asked, "Did you kill that?"

The little girl's voice sounded very soft, but in contrast to the unusually beautiful voice, she didn't seem to add any emotion when she spoke, and the whole sentence sounded as if she was reading a stick.

Cyril hesitated slightly, then nodded and replied, "That's right, I killed it, what's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl didn't suddenly attack, she just nodded, and for the first time a not-so-obvious smile appeared on her little face.

"Uh-huh, you're a good guy!"

Cyril, who was inexplicably given a good guy card, was obviously a little confused, and the little girl hadn't spoken since she said this.

As night fell, Cyril opened his tent, looked at the little girl who was still sitting by the fire, and asked, "Well, what are you going to do at night? Is your home near here?"

She didn't speak, but the little girl shook her head, it seemed that her home was not nearby.

Thinking that Matthew and the others found themselves unconscious in the wild, they saved themselves, and they also provided themselves with food and shelter for free.

Now that the little girl has nowhere to go, Cyril naturally does not hesitate to help her a little.

Patting the tent he had already set up, Cyril said, "You can sleep here tonight!"

The little girl turned her gaze to Cyril and looked at him with some puzzlement, and Cyril, who was keenly aware of the meaning in her eyes, replied, "I'll be in charge of the vigil tonight, just in time to study the newly learned magic." ”

The little girl nodded, and she was not afraid of what Cyril would do, so she turned and slipped into the tent.

There was a shudder in the tent, and Cyril looked back to find that she was undressing in the light of the tent.

Patting himself vigorously on the cheek, Cyril hurriedly turned back to the notes and began to read, trying to keep his attention on them.

The nights in the Frost Forest were cold, and even as he sat by the fire, Cyril could feel the chill coming from all sides.

He flipped through his notebook and began to look for a warm spell, a support spell like the Warm-Up Charm, which was one of the most concise spells in arcane magic.

Most magicians are more interested in flamboyant magic and powerful destructive power, but in Cyril's view, the essence of magic is support.

Whether it's a warm-up spell that can ward off the cold, a cleansing spell that is almost omnipotent, or a telekinetic hand that can not only replace hands, but even be more sensitive than your own hands.

Flipping through the auxiliary magic he had written down in his spare time, Cyril was about to stand up and move, when he noticed that the first rays of the morning sun were beginning to rise in the east.

After a full night of sitting on his feet, Cyril felt like his legs and arms were rusting.

Turning the bonfire that was about to go out again, and pouring the raw rice into the pot, Cyril began to cook the porridge.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the rich aroma of rice overflowed from the pot, and another sound came from the tent at the right time.

After two or three minutes, the little girl in the hood was dressed and stuck her head out of the tent and sniffed with her little nose.

Feeling amused, Cyril beckoned and said to her, "Come and eat!"

After finishing most of the pot of porridge with a eating appearance that did not match her appearance at all, the little girl obediently sat on the stone next to her and did not move.

Cyril stood up, packed all his belongings, turned to the little girl and asked, "Then what are you going to do next......?"

The little girl shook her head, stood up and walked over to Cyril, then reached out and hugged him.

Taken aback at first, but Cyril smiled softly, then stroked the little girl's head that was buried in her chest.

"Then let's both go together!"

Seeing that the little girl nodded vigorously, Cyril smiled and said, "But before we act together, you should introduce yourself, just call me Cyril." ”

"Cyril?" the little girl pointed at Cyril, then tilted her head and repeated.

After seeing Cyril nod, she pointed at herself again, opened her mouth and said, "My name is Nelly, but everyone calls me Little Red Riding Hood." (To be continued.) )