"Sorry, White Dove. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Kenny buried his head very low, almost into the dust.

"I don't understand, why are you apologizing?" the white dove grabbed the back of his collar and tried to pull the head up through the crack in his knee. "Listen, Nameless, I just kissed you, unless you think you're at a loss. ”

"I didn't mean that....." Kenny muttered angrily.

"If not, you shouldn't do this to a girl. The white dove let go of his hand and flipped the supper that was roasting on the fire.

"Your reaction will make me feel like you regret accepting that kiss. She said suddenly. Her face turned crimson as she spoke, but her tone was very stubborn, as if he had to accept the kiss, and in a gesture of gratitude.

"I just said that..... No, it's just ....." Kenny looked up at her. He unconsciously recalled that moment of warmth, her moist lips were smooth and warm, her white cheeks were pressed against him, and her dark blue pupils were staring closely, even her snort seemed more gentle than usual, and the refreshing and pleasant fragrance.

"I won't do this again. The white dove hung his head, looking extremely lost.

"Next time—"

"I'm back, boys!" Flynn Sr.'s voice came from afar, interrupting Kenny's unfinished words.

The two people at the campfire unconsciously moved their bodies to the side, their stiff movements and embarrassed expressions as if trying to hide something.

"Knight, when dinner is done, set the pot up. Old Flynn sat down by the campfire with a large stack of green grass resembling mint leaves, "We'll each have to drink a little later, or we'll fall ill to-morrow." ”

"It's baked. Kenny said, picking one of them up from the campfire.

"Great, I'm already hungry. Old Flynn smacked his lips.

"Ma'am, go on. ”

"Thank you! it looks so ..... Uh, it looks like it's a little burnt. Old Flynn suddenly changed his words. She turned her head to look at the two people by the campfire, and seemed to understand something.

"Really?" Kenny hurriedly took the rest off the campfire, and then said quickly, "I just got some new firewood in there, and the fire might have been a little bigger, I'm sorry!"

"No, it's still very fragrant!"

Kenny lowered his head, carefully removed one of the charred parts with a twig, then re-skewered it, and handed the well-groomed petty to the white pigeon.

"Thank you. The white dove took the fragrant dinner, still gloomy.

Kenny didn't say anything, he picked up a roasted petrel and stuffed it into his mouth, clattering the crispy crust. He seemed to have found an excellent reason to remain silent, to avoid the awkward atmosphere just now, perhaps only chewing would keep him from speaking, and not having to be rude at the silence of dinner, but the scene of the kiss kept coming to his mind, and he had to pick up another one, trying to gobble it all down.

But soon he discovers that he is stupid.

When the poor petlets were left with bones left, he began to feel uneasy about the silence again, and his face looked like that of a child who had knocked over a neighbor's vase, or a fool who had done something bad and had been exposed, and he regretted his impulsiveness, and apologized to the white pigeon.

Immediately afterwards, he found another thing that did not have to open his mouth to speak, and that was to help old Flynn hold up the stone pot.

"Your hands are shaking, child. Old Flynn looked at Kenny's depressed expression and said, "Are you too tired?" ”

"No, no. Kenny drove the cauldron to the stone, "No problem at all, I'm fine!"

"What happened when I left?" said Flynn suddenly, "you two seem to be amiss. ”

"Nameless sees something," the white dove lied quickly, "right behind us, like some huge beast!" she rolled her eyes and pointed behind her, "right there, with two glowing eyes, and I was scared!"

"That's why the dinner is burnt?" said Old Flynn frowning in the direction of the white dove's finger.

"We don't want you to worry. Kenny explained as he sat back at the campfire.

"If there really is, I can't get back here, can I?" said Old Flynn with a gentle reassurance, turning.

"But I did see something," the white dove tried to round out the lie, "if that thing rushes out, maybe we'll be torn to shreds in an instant, and we won't even have a chance to escape!"

"Well, don't worry, kid. Old Flynn shifted and reached out to take the white dove's head into his arms.

"Otherwise, let's go back. "I don't want to stay here any longer.....," she paused, her voice quieter than before, "I don't want to leave Assyria, this is my home....."

"But those madmen are still wandering the woods, boy. Old Flynn patted the white dove on the head gently, "It's too dangerous to go back, and besides, we can't leave a nameless person here, don't you forget, he can't even tell the difference between east and west, let alone leave Assyria alive ....."

"I'm sorry, ladies. Kenny opened his mouth, "I .....," he scratched his nose, "I don't know what to say, but ....." he saw the white dove in Flynn Sr. wink at him. "I'm deeply sorry. He finally said.

"You don't have to apologize for anything, nameless. The white dove left old Flynn's bosom and looked him in the eye and said. She seemed to want to say something else, like that sudden kiss.

"Okay, nameless, remember I said, we were like family. Old Flynn smiled kindly, "Thanks to the knights for tying us together, now we must be a family." ”

Kenny smiled and nodded, and Flynn Sr. began to sort out the herbs he had just picked up. She plucked the seemingly ordinary leaves from the branches, and then by the light of the fire, selected the relatively tender ones and washed them, then kneaded them together, crushed them back and forth with two stones, and finally wrapped them in the gauze she carried with her, and threw them into the boiling water.

"What's that?" Kenny asked, looking at the bubbling and green-growing water.

"Bitter hunger leaves, a cold-repellent that is terrible to drink. The white dove rushed to answer.

"It smells so pungent!" Kenny frowned as he sat back down by the campfire. "Miss Flynn, are you familiar with this forest?"

"Yes, he's taken me to the woods. Flynn Sr. replied.

"The Heroic Forester?"

"Well, he was the forester's keeper of this forest. Old Flynn looked at the campfire in front of him, a smile in the corner of his eye.

"Can we get out of the forest tomorrow?" Kenny asked.

"If the lows are not submerged. Old Flynn looked up at the end of the Night Forest and frowned slowly.