The difference between the seasons is clear, but when the next season will come is always something you won't notice until you come back to your senses. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before they knew it, Henry and Mira were in for their first winter on the East Coast.

This fact was confirmed because Uncle Mario took out the ledger he was carrying with him and wanted to calculate the days when he would return home.

The southern lowlands of the Paderosi Empire and sunny Parnira are two worlds. Although there are sunny days here, the ratio to rainy and cloudy days is about 55 open, not 73 or even 82 as in Parnila.

The people of Parnila are amazed by the vagaries that are part of the daily routine here, from morning to afternoon when the sun is still shining, and in the evening the wind begins to blow and the sky becomes gloomy.

After a while, the rain began to fall.

But it didn't take long for the rain to stop again. Heavy rain added moisture, and then the lack of sustained rain cooled down the southern forests, but the nights in the southern forests, even though they were only twenty degrees, were hot enough to make you want to plunge headlong into the icy streams.

That's why it's so far off the beaten track. Most of the inhabitants of the empire lived in a few high-lying and well-developed lands, while the rest were not so habitable and were left to the wild.

The erratic and intermittent showers and changes in air pressure decided to make a difference in the days leading up to the official start of winter, and they encountered several more times in quick succession, similar to the previous rain flights. But after the events of that night, the whole team worked together a lot, and the difficulties did not make them frustrated and frustrated, but made them more and more proficient in handling various things.

The days flew by, and in the blink of an eye they were in the area marked on the map as the "Bagnato-Origenai Forest" - a word that means "marsh" in the classical Lamanite language, so it would not be accurate to add the word "forest" to the end. In the eyes of a scholar - or a sage - it would be a stupid repetition, because the wetlands already encompass the concept of forests, and adding forests to the background would seem as uncultured as an "empire of nations".

But the sage who did exist in the ranks was not a man who liked to show off, and for modern Lamanites, classical Lamanite was a spell-like existence. Therefore, even Uncle Mario, who was born as a pure Lamanite, used popular terms to refer to this huge area as the "Forest of Bao".

The first night after winter is spent in the elven territory, known as the marsh.

Simply combining these words together, there is an idea of the clammy and cold discomfort that will be there tonight.

That's why they stopped at 4 p.m. and began to prepare for camping. Although there are indeed trails in the Bao Forest, the old mottled stone path has fallen into disrepair and has grown a lot of grass, and it is often necessary to walk on the side of the wheels with loose stones that cause the wheels to slip.

Another symbol of winter due to the fact that the weather is not too cold and is an afterthought, the shorter daylight hours are one of the reasons why they camp early. The rest is increased due to climate conditions.

As always, the camp was set up not too far from the side of the road.

Infrequent travelers often feel confused when it comes to choosing to camp – where it looks the same, where it doesn't look much different.

This is because they have not been able to figure out some basic common sense.

The need for camping is not much different from the need for long-term accommodation, but it is just a simplified version of it. So you can deduce what a good camp needs from your usual accommodation - there are not many dangers around, which is the most basic factor, whether it comes from beasts, monsters, intelligent life, or nature itself, these factors must be avoided.

In addition, the height and levelness of the ground are also important. Many towns and villages need to be re-leveled with hoes and shovels before they can be established, but there is not that much time when it comes to camping in the wild, so it is of course best to choose a ready-made one.

Taken together, these factors make it a good place to camp near the road.

Animals will try to avoid places where there is human activity, and thieves will ambush and loot nearby, but they are not stupid enough to set up their nests here to make it easier for the army to surround them. In addition, in order to save the manpower and material resources required to pave the road, the terrain will definitely be planned and adjusted, and considering the factors of preservation and maintenance, it is natural that it cannot be built in a place where natural disasters occur all year round.

Try to choose a simple and straightforward solution, don't do too many tricks, wasting time and energy is harmful to yourself and your teammates, this is the common sense of adventurers and travelers who are in the volatile wilderness all year round.

Unfortunately, there are times when some energy does have to be expended.

The tip of the small hunting knife was scorching back and forth over the firewood, and Mira flexed her wrist to avoid blackening the surface of the blade.

"Come on. She grabbed the aristocratic lady's palm, and with a very slight motion, she approached it with a fire-sterilized hunting knife.

"Ahh

She was trembling, her lower lip biting white, and then a hot sensation came, and Mira punctured the blisters on her palm.

"Remember to wear gloves next time. The white-haired girl said this, and then wrapped the wound on her hand with a clean, breathable linen cloth to avoid infection. After that, he came back to his senses and continued to help chop wood.

The wood is split into two halves along the growth stripes, then two halves, and then two halves, and then two halves, becoming smaller and smaller.

How strong the traveler and adventurer really is is difficult for the noble lady who comes from a privileged background and has servants to deal with everything.

They don't have a firewood house and they don't need it.

The merchants only kept an axe on the carriage, and when the weather was bad, they would wrap it in a tarp and pull some of the firewood, but most of the time they used local materials.

They have long been accustomed to all this, so even when the dead branches that fall on such wet and cold ground are completely waterproof and cannot be used for burning, they still have their own methods.

Many common corks grow in the southern part of the Padrosi Empire, and this species with an extremely fast growth cycle and a straight trunk with few branches is a good companion for all travelers and adventurers. They can be easily cut down and shaped by an axe, and with a bundle of hemp rope and a few adventurers with nimble hands and feet, they can turn a few of these trees into a single-slope cabin shelter in half a day.

And if you bring your own tarpaulin, it will take even less time to set up camp - but what we're talking about here is about tinder.

Good tinder and dry firewood fuel can even make the difference between life and death in some cases, and this wood, due to its structural properties, is the best choice when dry firewood is not found around.

Large two-handed axes are used to cut wood, which is then cut down into small pieces that are easy to process. After that, the others use small axes to split it, taking only the milky white heartwood in the middle.

Surrounded by layers of bark and periphery, the heartwood of the cork species is quite dry. Split and remove this piece as fuel, but it is difficult to find common ignitions such as old man's beard due to the dampness, so a small piece of dry heart wood is gently scraped with a sharp hunting knife to make many small pieces like finger barbs float on the surface, making it easier to ignite.

Then there's the cliché trick of setting up a campfire, where firewood is placed horizontally or horizontally to keep enough gaps for oxygen to come in and make the flame burn fast. Starting with small pieces of fuel until the flames burned and then increasing the amount of fuel that was put in, they spent hours busy preparing enough fuel to last several nights, and Margaret tried to help in the midst of this, but apparently her delicate palms were not up to the rough work.

So, there is the scene above.

Experienced adventurers and businessmen make it seem that these troubles and difficulties encountered during the journey can be solved like chopping melons and vegetables, but only when they actually do it, do they find that any of them are quite tiring.

If you don't get the right way, it's easy to do it, and even if you know the trick, wielding a rather heavy axe is not something anyone can do casually.

When Margaret expressed her admiration for the ease with which our Loan maiden could handle firewood with an axe and a small hunting knife, she only smiled and replied, "Get used to it"

It's hard to encapsulate how much effort and effort has gone into this in a short and unpretentious sentence, and although our mila is still - at least when she sits in front of the Lamani men - she is a very delicate and lovely girl, the inside of her slender and slender palms has already been sharpened by the practice of wielding the sword and all kinds of outdoor work.

Margaret did not feel uncomfortable when she was held by Mira's hands, which were a little rough compared to her own age herself, but inexplicably felt a kind of strength and warmth.

She remembered a long-standing fable of the Lamanites: "The swan, which floats leisurely and beautifully on the water, runs with its feet in a place where you can't see it." ”

That's exactly how our Loan Maiden feels for her.

Some people want to make the world known as long as they achieve a little achievement, but Mira is not, she just silently does her own thing, one step at a time.

Unassuming, unostentatious—perhaps because of the man beside her?, all the people around were busy, and Margaret, the only one who was idle, clutched her burlap palm that had just burst the blister, and thought for a moment.

Since they were traveling together, many things could not be avoided, and since Henry and Mira did not deliberately avoid her, Margaret had heard Mila use the words "Mr. Sage" to him.

Although they used the West Coast lingua franca in their private conversation, it was heavily influenced by Lamanic foreign language, and the pronunciation of the two words was similar, so she could hear it clearly and clearly.

Who this person is.

She may have the bottom in her heart.

It's just that this is too unprecedented, and although she still retains the fantasy nature that girls of her age often have, she is always able to think from a realistic point of view.

As a result, Margaret, despite her vague speculation, never believed that it would be true.

It must have been some sort of coincidence, she had told herself this countless times.

Is it because of fear?

Perhaps not necessarily, despite the negative descriptions in many intimate documents, she once considered that man her hero.

The bright red cloak hunted, and he came from the snow, shouldering the lily of the valley and holding a great sword, and opened his mouth to persuade him to surrender. ”

"We were all terrified, and cried out for a nightmare. In order to boost morale, the commander of the regiment, Francisco, rode his horse and carried a gun, and rushed out alone"

"Wrong passes, blood is all over the sky, and people and horses are damaged. ”

"The enemy shouts his man his sword, and the name of the crown and the miracle. ”

"The name of the sword is—"

"Crackle!" Margaret startled by the sound of burning firewood due to the dampness of the ground. She pulled it back from her memory, and it just so happened that our Sage returned to her with a pile of chopped wood.

"Ahh After thinking about it for a while, coupled with the fact that the other party didn't dare to look at him, and he kept talking to Mira during the trip and didn't dare to communicate directly with him, ordinary people could understand what was going on, and if he didn't understand, the name of the sage should be thrown aside.

"Click. "But the time has not yet come, and there are some things that are better hidden. Henry laid down the firewood.

There wasn't much to mention after that, and they were busy setting up camp. A handful of mercenaries went to the neighborhood to search for fresh food, but they only brought back some mushrooms, but luckily the East Coasters were far more skilled at making food than the West Coasters. In Avenella, they can most of the only way to make whole mushrooms boiled in water with cereal batter, which sounds unappetizing, and it is an effective way to save food rations, but the Padrossi people are able to make the taste just right.

Thinly sliced mushrooms and served with bacon in broth. Since the meat itself has a lot of salt, they don't need to knock it out more.

The taste is kept light, and the freshly picked mushrooms are all lured in – and the appetizer is the solid in this pot of soup. Drinking it with dry bread dipped in soup not only fills the stomach, but also warms the whole person.

But it may not be a good thing to be so relaxed in this alien territory.

"Click-" Henry and Ferruccio met eye contact, followed by Mira and Filippo, and then three of the eight mercenaries, including Moreau, noticed the change in atmosphere.

Paradoxically, in the dark wilderness, it's easier to detect if an uninvited guest is approaching you.

Not with the eyes, but with the ears.

"Insect chirp. ”

"Stopped......" Margaret muttered quietly, and everyone's movements stopped, and there was a terrible silence around them for a moment.

A gust of wind blew, and the bonfire became wobbly, casting shadows that were sometimes deep and sometimes light on the faces of the people around them.