At dawn, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves on Kenny's face, and a flying insect that glows blue burrows into his nose, causing him to sneeze in his sleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe air was filled with the smell of burning firewood and animal droppings, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a extinguished bonfire and a stone pot containing cold repellent.

He rolled over, his head turned to the side, and the white dove's even snort was heard, along with the gentle face.

He remembered the brief kiss last night, and ended the curtain in a hurry, showing all the embarrassment. He had used his precious sleep time to seriously ponder why he had pushed the white dove away, but he had not understood why he had done so until his eyelids fought and his consciousness began to blur.

"Morning, nameless ....." the white dove suddenly opened his eyes, and his tone was as gentle as his face.

"Morning, good morning. Kenny half-sat up, trying to pretend that he had just woken up. But the truth was that he had been staring at the sleeping face of the white dove for so long that he couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. "Will you sleep a little longer?" he began to straighten his clothes, then got up from the ground.

"Where is this going?" the white dove looked up with sleepy eyes, but finally closed his eyes again.

"I'm going to look for something to eat," he said, looking down at the white dove, "and when we're out of the forest, food may be even harder to find, for we're penniless, and those towns are plastered with our wanted portraits." ”

"Good morning, knight!" said Flynn Sr., who had risen from the ground. She quickly straightened her clothes, looked up at the already sunny sky, and did not move or behave at all like that of an old woman.

"Good morning, Miss Flynn!" Kenny stretched and strapped his sword back to his waist, "I was about to get some food." ”

"I'll go with you," said old Flynn, "and it rained too hard yesterday, and the way eastward was low, and I feared it would be flooded, and if that were the case, we would have to wait for the water to go down before we could leave the forest." ”

"If the white dove stays here alone, it's fine. Kenny looked at her, then looked down at the white dove.

"Go, go," said the white dove with his eyes closed, "it's fine during the day, I'm just a little afraid of the dark." She paused, then opened one eye, "But you need to come back quickly, if it takes a long time, I'm afraid it will be a little problematic during the day." ”

"Got it. Kenny smiled at her, and walked east with Flynn Sr.

The mud roads in the forest after the rain were far more difficult than they thought. As they weaved through the clouds and undulating mud, they had to choose to detour with huge trees that had been knocked down by thunder, but the rubble rolling down the hillside mixed with the mud washed away by the rain became a second problem, because they never knew how deep the next kick would be, whether it would drown their knees or even their waists, or whether they would simply sink into the swamp and never get out.

So Kenny walked in front and found a longer stick to find his way, and Flynn Sr. followed his footprints and led the way. With the slow pace of their movements, water dripping down their necks from time to time, and with the chirping of birds and the mooing of wild beasts, they walked on for about half an hour before they came to the lowlands of old Flynn.

This time, Lady Luck seems to have played a joke on them. The lowlands in front of me were completely submerged, but instead of rain, it was mud and branches that filled the chasm, mixed with some animal carcasses, and looked like a swamp river that had stopped flowing, straddling the hillside from hillside to hillside.

"Looks like we're going to have to spend a few days in the forest. Old Flynn walked to the edge of the mire, looking a little depressed.

"How deep is that?" Kenny asked, frowning.

"Judging by the distance between the two sides, there are at least two of you as deep as you in the deepest part. "When I was younger, he and I had a lot of rainstorms here, but they were nowhere near as bad as they are now, and it would take days for them to drain away." ”

"The sun doesn't shine here," Kenny squinted and held his head high, "I'm afraid we'll have to stay here for at least ten days, if not longer." He lowered his head, "Is there any other way to go?" I'm afraid the Iron Foresters will catch up. ”

"No," Flynn Sr. shook his head, "maybe, I don't know. This forest is so big that it occupies almost a third of Assyria's territory, but we don't have to worry about the attackers catching up for the time being, if it is flooded, the other side of the hill is the same, the low terrain there is much lower and wider than that, and the only thing we need to worry about now is the beasts of this forest. ”

"It's not difficult, we can move the shelter to the trees. He snapped his fingers, "Of course, we have to find a few thick trees, there are many thick trees in the dense forest, or even three people hugging thick trees, and that is enough for us to sleep peacefully." ”

"That's only a protection against wild boars, brown bears, or larger lions and tigers. Old Flynn shook his head again, "If we encounter a leopard or a viper, they can easily drive us down from the tree and turn it into a sumptuous dinner." ”

"Looks like you have more experience in the jungle than I do. Kenny shrugged, "Let's talk about this later, we need to find something to eat for now, and then get back as soon as possible, I'm worried about what trouble will happen to the white pigeon." ”

"Nameless, allow me to say more. Flynn Sr. turned, his gaze moving from the swamp to the dark brown pupils. "Are you in love with the white dove?"

He swallowed the foam, and as he thought about how to respond, he asked himself the same question in his mind. The white dove is very beautiful and kind, and in the face of certain advantages, even the little character has become cute, and can even satisfy all his fantasies about women, although he has not met other women, although he has lost his memory, but after the brief kiss last night, he seems to have moved, and even misses the pleasant fragrance of her body, and the watery tenderness brought by the warmth of the two pieces.

But in the face of Flynn Sr.'s sudden question, he really didn't know how to answer. In the end, he had to choose to respond with the stupidest silence.

"I thought, I know the answer. Flynn Sr. smiled kindly, and walked around Kenny the way he came.

Kenny was there, still thinking about the seemingly boring question, until old Flynn beckoned to him and came back to his senses and hurried to follow.

In search of food, they ascended the not too steep slope, and when they reached the ridge, they turned north, and after half an hour they rested in front of a cliff made of collapsed boulders, followed by a steep rock road leading to the valley. Standing in front of the cliff, looking through the gaps in the branches, the bustling clouds and mist, and the endless green leaf jungle look majestic and magnificent below.

They crossed the ridge, a step wide and narrow spring water flowed in front of them, and looking along the spring, not far away was a mountain pool with a diameter of 100 paces, as quiet as a water mirror.

There are clouds floating on the surface of the water, and shimmering blue fluorescence, the two blend with each other on the water surface, making those blue fluorescences appear, and the mountain pool below reveals a trace of unknown mystery.