Then the owl said, "Oh, by the way, there is one more very important thing......

After speaking, he took Shakira's hand and said, " My naughty daughter, I heard that I learned a lot of magic from you, I really didn't expect this girl to have such a talent, I think, according to her temperament, I can't keep her after all, and this way is a lot of hardship, I don't want to keep her by my side to suffer, this trip let her continue to learn magic with you, by the way, serve your daily life, if you annoy her one day, or go back to school, the elders of Cangyi are not willing to accept this wild child, you just drive her back, you're welcome. ”

Hearing the words of service and daily life, even though Shakira was still young, she couldn't help but blush and said, "Old man, what do you say!"

Hall also hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Uncle Owl, you are serious, since I have accepted her as a student, I will definitely take good care of her, and her talent is so good, Cangyi will definitely focus on cultivating her, and when the time comes, Fei Yang will not be afraid of being bullied." As for serving or something, please don't talk about it. ”

The owl laughed and said, "Okay, good, that's good, then I'll be relieved." ”

At this time, Shakira's eyes suddenly turned red, and she hugged the waist of the owl and said, "Old man, you must not die, and when your daughter finishes her studies, she will come back to you immediately." ”

The owl nodded, touched Shakira's hair and said, "Girl, remember Fei Yang's shame today, remember your mission. ”

Shakira nodded heavily, although she was very young, she seemed to have the responsibility of being an adult, and she wiped her eyes and held back her tears.

Next, Shakira spoke to Lady Eagle for a while, and the mother and daughter said goodbye in tears, very reluctantly.

Hall's parents died early, and he couldn't see this kind of scene the most, so he turned his back and silently took a big sip of beer.

There is no banquet in the world, and seeing that the time is not early, the owl eagle hurriedly said goodbye to the two children, and then pulled the lady owl and left without looking back.

Hor also Shakira watched their figures disappear around the corner, and then walked towards the gate with their own thoughts.

Eventually, Shakira cried, while Hall remained silent.

When they walked out of the gate, Hall suddenly asked, "Do you know how to make rye beer?"

Shakira stopped her tears, and a questioning look appeared on her pretty face with a puff, and she asked, "Huh?"

Hall smiled and said, "I wonder if you can use alchemy to make beer." ”

After saying this, the two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they burst out laughing at the same time.

Shakira wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Teacher, you are young, don't be an alcoholic, just like my father's old man." ”

Hall spread his hands and said helplessly: "It doesn't matter, no other thirteen-year-old boy has ever killed anyone and set fire, but I have done it in the last few days." ”

After saying that, the two laughed again.

———— Dividing Line————

A few hours later, it was getting dark, and Hall and the two of them still hadn't made it out of the snow.

However, in the afterglow of the setting sun, they found a small mountain forest not far away.

The trees in this forest are not very stout, and because of the deep winter, all the leaves have fallen off, and only a few bare trees are left to face the sunset, which looks a little vicissitudes.

However, the forest is full of rocks, and it is also a good shelter from the wind.

And if you want to collect firewood for life, it is also very convenient here.

So the two of them gathered up the chocobos, walked deeper into the woods, and settled down behind a large rock sheltered from the wind.

Hale gathered some firewood, then dried it with the heat of the illumination, clearing a clearing in the snow and lighting it up.

Shakira was in charge of setting up the iron pot she carried, then putting clean snow in the pot, and when the snow melted into water, and boiling, she put the oats brought from the village into the pot and boiled, then cut the two radishes into small pieces, put them in the pot, and finally cut a piece of bacon into slices and added some fresh spices, and in a short time a pot of fragrant bacon oatmeal porridge was boiled.

On the other side, the owl eagle led a large number of horse-drawn carts and ox carts, far away from the village, walking on the starry snowfield.

At the moment they were passing through a canyon that seemed to have been formed by a subsidence.

This canyon is called the Valley of Sword Scars, and legend has it that it was formed by slashing the ground with a sword when the god Faro and the demon god clan were fighting.

However, the people of Feiyang, who often hunt in the snowfields, know that this place is not as sacred as it is rumored, but rather a swampy, densely vegetated, very humid valley area, and it is rumored to be haunted from time to time.

Even the most seasoned hunter in Feiyang Village did not dare to come to this Sword Scar Valley alone.

Today, however, the owl has chosen this shortcut, taking advantage of the overwhelming numbers.

In fact, the owl is well aware that although the swamp here is very strong in summer and autumn, in winter, the soil in the swamp freezes into ice, and passing through it is like walking on flat ground. After all, in the winter of the Maple Snow Wasteland, there is minus 20 degrees Celsius, and even the urine that has just been spilled will be frozen.

Sure enough, at first, the owl eagle and the others were very smooth, only those strange-shaped branches and rocks scattered in the swamp with fangs and claws, which looked a little creepy in the dark night, but they did not encounter any real danger.

Before they knew it, they had reached the second half of the canyon.

In the middle of the night, the old man and the child were asleep in the car, so no one spoke, only the low gasps of the men, and the clatter of horses' and ox's hooves on the ice.

The owl was sitting on horseback, led by a few sturdy young men, and was thinking about things with his head buried in his head, when suddenly the black horse under the seat neighed and stopped.

The horse's reaction brought the owl back from his trance immediately, and he sensed that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere around him.

So he raised his hand and motioned for the horse team behind him to stop.

After the team stopped, someone whispered from behind, "Chief, what's wrong?"

The owl waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

So everyone stopped talking, and even their breathing was lowered.

At this time, a strange voice gradually entered everyone's ears.

It was an ethereal, ethereal, murmuring woman's song, which felt like it was coming from far away, and it seemed to be close to the ear, very strange.

The song was not a war song of the triumph of the kingdom, nor was it the rhetoric of a bar, but a kind of sigh-like song of resentment, which made the hairs stand on end.