Silreth wakes up in the dark, and she finds her hands and feet tied and her mouth gagged. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 With the touch on her body, she realized that there was a layer of tarpaulin covering her, and her body seemed to be covered with dead leaves, and the smell of almonds came out of the layer that looked like dead leaves but was not dead leaves, and penetrated her nose.

The smell was actually more fragrant and alluring than almonds, and it was hard to describe, and she knew at once that she was not lying on her pillow with fallen leaves, but on a pile of bloody mushrooms.

Almost as soon as the word "Bloodtooth Mushroom" popped into her mind, Silreth remembered how she had ended up in this field. It was nearly dusk, and she and a few villagers were counting supplies in the warehouse......

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"That's all there is to it?" asked Cireth.

She raised her arm holding the lamp, and the light emitted from the brass lamp covered the corner in front of her, only to see that most of the warehouses were sporadically piled with more than a dozen baskets of supplies, the shelves were almost empty, and a cart of bloody mushrooms covered with oilcloth was thrown in the other corner of the warehouse.

The two villagers who followed Silreth lowered their heads during the inquiry, the former of the two tugged at the hem of his clothes, and the latter said hesitantly: "Everyone has everything here, it's hard to say that no one is hiding something or something, but it won't be much ......."

Silreth rubbed her forehead, and the villager who replied to her added, "At the moment, winter clothes are not a big problem, but the food is ......."

"I'll think of a way, you guys go first. She looked back to see the two villagers retreating, frowning at the stacked supplies.

Now the situation is obvious, the village does not have enough food to cope with the winter. In the past, they relied on the "assistance" of peregrine falcons to survive the harsh winter, but now this road is broken......

In fact, the current situation is worse than a broken way out. A previous battle had brought additional damage, and if it hadn't been for that, she wouldn't have given a strict order to a village to turn over supplies for distribution, and she wouldn't have even spared the relics of the dead. But even so, if you want to survive this winter, you have to find another way.

Cyreth sighed. She left Hawke behind and took care of the supplies. Because it was the dirty work she had to do for Hawke. And once you get through this, it's much easier to go on. At that time, she can rest in peace and become a cheesy village girl, or even marry elsewhere.

Thinking of this, Silreth suddenly felt a wave of tiredness hit her. She left the warehouse alone, and after locking the door, she turned to stare at the village where she had put too much effort into it. The village in front of me seems to have fallen silent because of the arrival of winter.

There was no one around, and the yellow sky was covered with fine snow. As she watched the white breath come out of her mouth, she felt a chill pass through her unclothed skin—her cheeks, neck, and hands—to her heart. She exhaled a hot breath in the palm of her hand, and unconsciously read a person's name in her heart.

"Wall......" she thought. When that slick guy was in the village, she always made trouble until she couldn't get anything done. He used all kinds of reasons to make her unable to be meticulous. He is like a naughty boy clinging to his mother, believing that nothing is more important than a moment between the two of them. At that time, she was annoyed. But now, she misses the time when she could blame him for her inaction.

Celess lowered her arm slowly, and the hand touched the pendant she hung around her neck, a arrow carved from deer bone, through her clothes.

"A few of the night owl's fools take the owl as my name, and they are hopelessly arrogant, right?"

I remember that when Wall handed her the arrowhead, he pointed to the owl that had been hollowed out on the arrowhead. At that moment, they both looked at each other and smiled, because they both understood the involuntary behind the joke - the owl (Wall) was in charge of the night owl, which sounded like a matter of course, but it was actually no different from kidnapping.

"Hey. Silreth sighed and returned to reality. It was at this moment that several shouts caught her attention, and she turned her head to find someone waving to her at the entrance of the village. After a few moments, several people came to her. She recognized them as the ones she had sent to deliver the money to the night owls, and the three boys at the front were Hawke's playmates, one seemed to be named Leok, and the other was nicknamed Papaya...... But who are the guys coming next to them? They're not from the village.

"What's wrong?

"Nothing's wrong, it's a couple of people from the night owl's side who want to talk to you about something. Papaya replied first.

Siris looked at the people who came with her with a puzzled face, one of them had a particularly conspicuous hooked nose, she subconsciously glanced at the man a few more times, only to hear the hooked nose say, "I was sent by Wall." He knew you had some trouble here, but he couldn't find the time to help for a while, so he asked me to come and have a look. ”

"Is it about supplies?" said Sirris's eyes, which lit up at the man's words.

"That's it. However, there are a few words that I would like to tell you closer. I don't know, can I?" The hooknose asked her.

Siris nodded in acquiescence, and the man leaned into her ear and said his intentions: "That's right, our supplies are limited, but the trade route is quite smooth, after all, Flegg doesn't stop the goods of the night owls...... Then, I heard that you still have a batch of bloody mushrooms left here, and this batch of things is enough to exchange for the supplies you need, otherwise it would be a waste to destroy it, don't you think?"

Hearing the man persuade her to exchange the Bloody Tooth Mushroom for what she needed, Syris hesitated for a moment.

It's a dirty job, but it sounds so easy to do. Would she accept it? But if she misses this opportunity, is there any other way to raise supplies?

"This is the last time, and we won't plant any more poisons in the future, just to get through it. She thought to herself.

"Let's go and rest for everyone else!" said Sirreth suddenly, to a few of her fellow villagers. She pursed her lips again to look at the guys from the Night Stalkers, then turned to open the newly locked warehouse again.

"Come with me, a few of you. She led the way with a lantern.

In a short time, she led the men to the cart with the bloody mushrooms. She reached out and ripped off the tarpaulin covering the cart, and suddenly, a man covered her nose from behind. With a foul stench rushing to her head, she lost consciousness all at once.

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So now, where is she?

Silreth tried to turn sideways in the dark, her movements shaking her underneath and kicking her heel against the plank. Combined with the tarpaulin she was wearing, she finally realized that she was in the cart with the bloody mushroom. But where is this cart parked, and is it still in the original warehouse?