It's an amazing feeling to walk through this beautiful woods all the time, as time progresses. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe two of them have even forgotten to talk invisibly, and they will devote themselves to this beautiful place, to feel the grass and trees here.

The sound of the water was already faintly audible, and Maffeo looked suspiciously in the direction of the source of the sound of water. Unfortunately, he didn't capture any useful footage due to the tall trees blocking his view.

"I think I heard the water. Maffeo spoke, as if he was deliberately reminding Marcos, or he was looking to Marcos for an answer.

Marcos calmly replied, "That's right. ”

"Lake in the woods?" asked Maffeo tentatively.

"You know that. Marcos glanced at him.

Maffeo shrugged, "Well, you guy who likes to keep anything secret. ”

Marcos smiled and made the signature prayer of the priests of the Abbey of Villele to Maffeo. "Do you remember what you said you wanted to do before you left the monastery?"

"Dude, I have a lot of things I want to do. Maffeo spread his hands.

Marcos snapped his fingers, "I'm talking about water. ”

Maffeo hesitated for a moment, apparently not yet reacting to his thoughts. It wasn't until Marcos reminded him again that he remembered what he had said. "I remember, and to be honest, I've always wanted to have the opportunity to go fishing now. ”

"Well, I think your chance has come. Marcos laughed.

"What?"

"Keep walking, and you'll see what you want to see. Marcos waved his hand forward, nonchalantly, as if to indicate not to be surprised by anything that followed.

Maffeo followed Marcos with questions, and the sound of the water became clearer as the two moved forward. It wasn't until he passed through a coconut grove that the lake in the forest finally came into view of Maffeo.

Spots of light from the sunlight piercing the trees dotted the surface of the lake, sparkling like Maffeo's blonde hair. The water in the lakes is so clear that you can be sure that they are natural. They have long since become one with the environment, and they are like close companions to each other.

"Oh my God. Maffeo stared at the lake in amazement, perhaps he would be able to fulfill his long-cherished desire to fish.

"You just have to believe that a wish is not a distant dream, it can become within reach without even noticing. Marcos laughed.

Maffeo raised his right hand and said incoherently, "Wait, I don't remember you knowing such a place. ”

"I think you're the one who gets caught, because your memory is the same as that of a fish, it's only seven seconds. Marcos teased.

"Damn it......" Maffeo muttered.

On the edge of the lake there is a simple log cabin, which is clearly made by man, and is fundamentally different from the fairy tale cabins that the elves live in. Even those who don't know will still see it as a fairy tale scene, because there will always be people who have good fantasies.

"Let's go. Marcos pointed to the cabin that stood beside the lake, which was clearly the ruler of the place.

Along the shore of the lake, the two walked among the grass and trees. A slight mist shrouded the surface of the lake, making it look like it was in a dream. Maffeo felt a chill and subconsciously put his hands in his pockets to ward off the fog that was churning on the surface of the lake. It's weird, usually during the season, it's hard to feel the cold in the geography where the West Coast is located, but it's not the same here.

I don't know if it was because of the presence of guests, but the warm monsoon wind gradually blew away the fog shrouded in the lake, as if to cater to the arrival of the two. This caused Maffeo to pull his hands out of his pockets, as the chill he felt was receding. The lake may have been dormant here for hundreds of years, but it still retains its pristine beauty despite being unfrequented.

When they came to the wooden house, the footsteps of the two had already informed the owner of the wooden house that someone was coming. He lazily walked to the window of the cabin, and after pulling the window open, he yawned. The owner of the wooden house looked at the two of them sleepily, which made him feel strange.

"Hello. Marcos said hello.

"You too. The owner of the chalet responded to Marcos very politely.

"We're just two visitors, let's get a feel for nature, have you been here all the time?" Marcos tried to identify himself, knowing that people who live alone in almost isolated forests tend to be very withdrawn.

The owner of the wooden house rubbed his face vigorously, as if he wanted to completely drive away the drowsiness that had not yet receded. "Welcome, I am indeed alone. However, that's what I'm used to. ”

Maffeo looked at the man, who was in his thirties but had the face of a man in his forties. As he ages rapidly, he seems to have experienced a lot of things, which may not be mentioned in his life, because it may be his nightmare.

"My name is Konrad Heinrich, and I hope you don't associate me with the bastard emperor of Delos. The owner of the cabin took a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Of course, we are not familiar with the Bastard Emperor. Marcos smiled and spread his hands. "My name is Marcos Cheney. ”

"Maffeo Frye. ”

"Locals?" Conrad asked.

"Uh, no. Marcos shook his head in disapproval. "To be precise, we don't know where we belong. ”

Conrad seemed to understand something, and he nodded slightly: "Wandering Confused, right!?"

"That's a fitting title. ”

"Okay. Conrad flipped the half-smoked cigarette into the air, then spat out a long string of smoke rings. "I love it here, at least I don't get bothered by some jerks here compared to Teolas. ”

Marcos stared at Conrad suspiciously, convinced he knew a little bit about Teoles. It was a city located in the south of the imperial capital of Vitalen, whether it was the economy, the scenery, the food, the living environment, in a way it was not even inferior to the capital Vitalon, and he didn't know why the man in front of him felt so disgusted with that city. But at least it has nothing to do with him, because rationally speaking, he and he are only passers-by who have known each other for a short time, and they are not even friends.

So Marcos tried to change the subject. "I guess there must be some freshwater fish living in this lake, right?"

Conrad didn't care about Marcos's deflection of the subject, and he understood what Marcos meant. "Well, if you're confident in yourself, then challenge the freshwater fish here and be careful not to tear your waist off. He said jokingly.

Hearing him say this, the two looked at each other and smiled. Here, all heavy topics can be moved away with the environment.

"Do you have fishing tackle?" asked Conrad.

"Nope. Marcos shook his head.

Conrad immediately turned away from the window, and the rummaging in the room was harsh in the quiet place. A few minutes later, Conrad returned to the window with two pairs of worn-out looking fishing tackle. "Give. ”

Marcos was a little surprised, he was actually going to find two pairs of fishing tackle on his own, but he didn't expect Conrad to be able to do it to such an extent. He hurriedly stepped forward to catch the two pairs of fishing tackle handed over by the other party, and thanked him: "Thank you very much!"

"I tried fishing before, but in the end I found that it didn't make me get anything but a whole day of back pain, maybe I wasn't fit for it. Conrad laughed calmly to himself, then waved his hand at the lake. "Go ahead, good luck to you. If you manage to catch some fish, I might be impressed with you. He didn't seem to want to say more, and after closing the window, he left it. Maybe he's catching up on sleep, or maybe he's just getting a cup of coffee.

Maffeo couldn't wait to get started, and he excitedly said, "Come on!"

"Be careful not to let those fish rip your waist off," this is a warning to you, Maffeo!" Marcos teased, walking with Maffeo to the shore of the lake.