"Come and see, that's where I picked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 How's info, it's not bad. This tent is still made of elves, and if it weren't for the fact that those tents were burned to the ground by a bunch of rabbits, we wouldn't have used them. Pick your own bed, the one on the left of the door is mine. Bazel instructed.

Without hesitation, Cecil chose the innermost bed and took off his armor, which was too uncomfortable to wear.

"Hey, what are you doing with the bed in the back, it's empty next to me. Come on, come on, together. Bazel said.

Cecil refused, "It's better for me to sleep in it." ”

Cecil never wanted to sleep on the outside, he was always worried that something would suddenly break in from outside.

"Oh, forget it. Where is your home and why are you here?" said Bazel, lying on his bed.

The bed was actually just a wooden plank with a torn blanket on it.

"My family, I live in a village on the edge of Kentuck City in the south. But you also know that in the past few years, there was almost a national famine and plague, and many people ran over. Cecil recalled.

Bazell suddenly understood: "I see, I have heard many people say this. I used to live in a village with no name, but then someone came to recruit soldiers, so I followed. It's not far from Prague, but it's time for everyone to be moved to the mines.

I had been virtually isolated in the village, with only quarterly tax collectors reminding us that this was Qatari territory. So I don't know much about the plague and famine that happened in those years. I didn't have anyone to talk to before, but now I'm free anyway, so tell me about it. ”

"That's really unbearable, everyone is dying of hunger. The empire's taxes are getting heavier and heavier every year, and the poor can only drink water from the river and eat some wild vegetables to survive. But that year there was another great drought, and the brooks dried up. Others were so hungry that they ate the dead, and as a result, they contracted the plague. It seems that this is the case everywhere, and anyway, there was a plague in many cities at that time. I had no choice but to escape alone. At that time, I heard that Prague had something to eat, so I followed the flow of refugees here. ”

Suddenly, a sweaty elf head came out of the tent door: "Hit ...... Excuse me, it's not full. Would I be able to live here if I could?"

The elf startled Cecil, but luckily he didn't notice Cecil standing in the corner of the tent.

Cecil looked at the elf who was communicating with Bazel and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it was really a dragon, according to Sean, the other party should have found himself as soon as he entered the tent.

Bazel looked at the elves curiously, it was the first time he had observed the race so closely.

"Hmm... Yes, you can't ask for it. But you'll have to ask this dude's opinion," Bazel agreed, without much thought.

"I don't have a problem with that. Cecil blurted out subconsciously.

Of course, he regretted it as soon as he said it, according to Sean, elves have a much stronger perception than humans. Isn't this asking for trouble, the jewelry given by Sean can't be removed in the future.

"That's great, we'll be roommates from now on. My name is Isser, who will help me, I checked it...... A lot of things!" said Isser, pulling desperately at the package behind him. He's pulled the package here almost with all his might.

Bazel hurriedly went up to help, and as soon as he tried to pull the package, he tugged at his hand: "Oh, I'll go! What are you pretending to be! Cecil came to help, and sank to death. How did you pull an elf here?"

"Originally, I was still able to drag, but lately I've been writing too much and my fingers can't make it stronger. And you will directly replace an elf with a person in the future, and the meaning is the same. I can't stand this anymore. Ether pulled desperately.

Cecil walked over, grabbed the bag, and dragged it in with ease.

Bazel admired: "Okay, I didn't think you had so much strength. And you, what's in your pocket. I went to turn out to be such a big bag. ”

I saw that the bag that Isser dragged in was enough to fit three or four people, and I really didn't know what his bag was made of, and it didn't rot when it was dragged on the ground.

Ether sat down directly on the bunk opposite Bazel, gasping for breath and saying, "It's... It's all some tools for writing, blank sheets of paper and some finished literature. You can flip it all over and don't get dirty. I... I'm dying of exhaustion, so I'll get some sleep. ”

"Oh, the novel. But I don't know a few words! By the way, Cecil, you can read or not, or you can read it to me. It's a novel, and it must be much better than the story told by those who brag about it. Bazel untied the bag and got inside.

Cecil was embarrassed to say, "Literacy is literacy, but that's not good." I've never done a novel to read to you, I can't do it......"

In fact, Cecil wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say no.

"Cut! There was also a teacher in our village back then, and I learned a lot of words along with it. It's just that he died of old age later, so he didn't finish his studies. If you read and read for a long time, won't I learn to read, just think you taught me to read. Bazel exhorted.

Cecil had no choice but to agree, "Okay, but I'm also taught by someone else." The man died before he finished his studies, and maybe I didn't know some of the words. But are you sure that the books written by the elves are written in human script?"

"Of course it is, you see these books. It's just that it doesn't seem to be a lingua franca on the cover. The content must be in lingua franca, and I know quite a bit!" said Bazel, flipping through a few books.

Cecil picked up a few books that Bazel had placed next to his bed and flipped through them casually. I found out that it was really written in lingua franca. Don't elves have their own language, why should they write in lingua franca?' Cecil's mind was full of doubts.

"Don't care if it's useful or not, just this one. Hurry up and read it to me, how is this elf's brain different from ours, why can they make up such a good story?" Bazel stuffed Cecil with a book.

Cecil asked, rather curiously, "Is it good for elves to write stories?"

Although I know that the government's propaganda for the elves is mostly false, the long-term propaganda in the past few years has still had a lot of effect. Although I have seen real elves, I have found that elves and government propaganda are two species at all. But when I talk about elves, I always think of a group of monkeys living in trees. I'm afraid that for a period of time, it will be difficult for many people to change their views on elves. After all, it is an empire that has been propagandized for such a long time, and the effect still has to be there.