"What's wrong?"

Medea smiled at the stunned Magellan, lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her snow-white calves and ankles, and walked across the grass like a fawn to him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You...... It's beautiful. ”

"Thank you. ”

Magellan turned around and looked around, and at first glance, he saw two satties.

It was the family of Dionysus, a savage half-man born in the jungle according to legend. As their more popular common name suggests, Satie is a true "sheep man." Sheep's horns, hooves, long brown hair belonging to goats, anti-jointed knees, and a face with a mixture of human and goat features.

It is a hedonistic race, an alcoholic who worships the god of wine not so much from the heart as from instinct.

And at this time, the two saties, who were holding the thighs of the Dionysian statue and knocking their heads against the stone, seemed to be a little different.

One of them had a pair of donkey ears, but Magellan, who had seen all kinds of donkeys around the world, was sure that those ears only looked alike.

And the other Satie is wearing an ancient Theros-style robe, with a pair of hairy legs exposed under the robe, which really makes people want to laugh.

And when Magellan thought so, he really heard laughter.

Medea laughed so hard that she laughed exaggeratedly, put one arm on Magellan's shoulder, and leaned over.

The laughter was evident to the smumper of the two Sati, who grinned thickly and pretended to change positions, their ears resting on either side of their heads like a pair of boneless slices of meat.

The robed Satie raised his glass, cleared his throat, and shouted, "The king has a pair of donkey ears!"

After saying that, Satie brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip of it, although he desperately tried to shout louder, but still with a coquettish trill, making the sentence change from not vomiting unpleasantly to showing off.

But the audience was very applauded, and as soon as the shouts ended, a wild laugh erupted in the surrounding woods, and in the midst of the laughter, a large group of Satie rushed out of the woods, each holding the wine jar, and rushed to the bottom of the statue as if to hand it to the two companions, but raised their hands and poured the wine into their mouths.

The two Saties, who were holding the statue, jumped down shouting, throwing away their glasses, tearing off their robes and false ears, and mingling with their kind.

Eventually, as the Satie lay on the ground and licked the drink standing on the blades of grass, Magellan prepared to leave.

Medea, on the other hand, loved the farce, laughing all the time, even when she left Magellan.

"Sadie is like that, it's not cute, but it's fun haha!"

Magellan didn't say much on the subject, he knew that talking too much about the forest would surely throw him out.

"So, what's next?"

"Find someone who isn't drunk, and ask him if he remembers a Captain Theros coming before. ”

"I'm sure you're talking about the centaur elder Charon, who is the only one in the forest who never gets drunk. ”

"Then why wasn't he thrown out?"

"I don't know. ”

Magellan shook his head and put the question aside: "Where are we going to find him?"

As soon as Medea was about to say something, a trumpet sounded in the forest.

"No need to look for it, he's already here. ”

There was a dull tremor of an earthquake in the woods, the leaves trembled, and then a tall figure rushed in front of Magellan's eyes.

It was a tall, four-legged creature, rough and wild, with a beard as long as hair, flowing just as casually, and bulging upper body muscles with an exaggerated sense of power.

It was a centaur.

Like Satie, they are the natives of the forest, a heavy drinker, but without the hedonistic philosophy of the sheep people, they are savages through and through.

The more learned Satie became, the more he believed in pleasure above all else, but the occasional thinker among the centaurs invariably condemned the life of their kindred.

Overall, Centaurs are drunken robbers, while Satie is drunken clowns.

Magellan looked at the tall centaur in front of him with a spear in his hand, and was a little surprised: "Are they going to fight? and whom?"

"Satie. ”

Medea's answer surprised Magellan, at least in his opinion, Satie was not the kind of race that would have an army.

"Where will that elder be?"

Magellan had no interest in slaughter, and he was constantly worried that he would be thrown out of the forest, so he didn't want to make a fuss.

"We'll have to wait, Charon won't have time to talk to us until the battle is over. Medea walked towards where the two had come from, "Let's take a look, although such a wonderful performance is common, it is still interesting to watch it many times." ”

Looking at the smile on the witch's face, Magellan was a little confused, and then the woods that blocked the view receded, and they saw the battlefield.

The centaurs were attacking Satie, who had gathered around the statue of Dionysus, armed with spears and bows and arrows, shouting and marching forward.

The Saties, on the other hand, "fought hard" - in fact, it was a one-sided massacre, but Magellan couldn't help laughing.

The sheep men were born clowns, and they fell to the ground in various funny poses and expressions, squirting wine from their wounds, and then another group of burlesque actors rushed over and fought by the Jiuquan.

There was not a hint of blood in the air, but the smell of alcohol, and even the attacking centaurs began to show drunkenness.

Medea never stopped laughing, at first she leaned on Magellan's shoulder, and later, she almost lay on top of him.

Even Magellan began to want to laugh.

The centaurs finally began to reveal their true nature, and they laid down their weapons and rushed towards the wine, leaving behind them a roaring sound of horses' hooves. Then the drunken fighters began to beat each other. The scene was more like a battle than it had been against Satie just now, and every time they swung their fists, they would create a solid blow, making people worry about whether the centaur who was hit would break a few ribs.

As the legend goes, the centaurs were so bad at drinking that they lay on the ground and rolled, their hooves kicking at their companions.

Gradually, the noise in the woods turned from a battle to a revelry, and no one knew when a new Satie would mingle with the drunken centaurs, who mastered the direction of the drinking party and, without hesitation, as expected, turned it into a revelry.

Drunken centaurs are the most annoying things a man can become, but Satie still turns them into clowns, and they are sarty-style clowns who can't stop laughing.

Magellan laughed as Satie tied up the centaur, put the jug over his head, tied his legs with fancy knots, and asked Medea breathlessly, "Where is Charon?"