The new big bird, with a small dead branch in his beak, drew on the snowdrift in front of the witch's hut.

"I ask the members of the Raven family to search the forest for the totem you spoke of." The Bird Queen stopped on the lawn not far away, tilting her head sideways to admire the big black bird's every move, "That kid happened to be nearby, and he had his eyes on a Xuancai mountain wolf who had just caught its prey. ”

"When we found him, he was flying in the direction of the House of All Souls with the hind leg of a stolen small animal in his mouth."

"......" Fang Nuo looked at the large birds that were immersed in painting, and secretly glad in his heart that he did not use the bones whose flesh had been gnawed clean as a pen, but took the dead branches that he had agreed with the mourning birds before.

"On the way here, our queen said something strange." Xiao Hei flew to Fang Nuo's side and shared what he had seen not long ago, "About the legend about the witch that has been circulating in the Raven family. ”

"That's true." The Bird Queen, who was standing beside them, glanced at her clan and said thoughtfully, "I heard that there is a rumor among the ravens that 'the witch is related to the emperor of the flowers', and I have asked Mr. Raven over there about this. ”

"The language barrier is a fatal problem." She paused, then continued, "I have the feeling that Mr. Raven can understand what we are trying to say, but not the other way around. ”

"You see, he understands our requests and is willing to help us remember the strange totem that appeared in the forest, and what happened to the giant bear." The Bird Queen raised her beak at the raven who was concentrating on replicating the totem not far away, "But if he asks us to do something for him in turn......

They will be at a loss and have no idea what the other person wants them to do.

"Everyone!" The raven standing on the snowdrift puffed up his chest and cried out loudly, "Please take a closer look, does this painting meet your needs?" ”

The two birds and beasts who were busy whispering on the grass heard the words and hurriedly ran in the direction from which the sound came.

The memories of the two birds sleeping in the depths of their minds seemed to be awakened, and they talked around the totemic snowdrift.

Xiao Hei said that it seemed to be slightly different from what he remembered, and there were many details missing.

However, this is a totem based on the memory of the raven, and it is not guaranteed to be 100% similar...... The fact that this "Mr. Crow" can be drawn already shows that his memory is much better than that of the two mourning birds.

The Bird Queen then said that there were many more dryads wandering around the redwood forest, otherwise she would be able to fly again and complete the work of "Mr. Raven" at hand.

"If only he could get there, the little one would be able to run on his own, and he wouldn't need to ask us for help."

Xiao Hei rubbed the hair on Fang Nuo's head with his mouth, as if he was looking for the traces left by the raven, and as if he was itching, he wanted to re-enact the behavior of the raven Fang Cai "unprepared".

He was rightfully scratched by Fang Nuo.

He was familiar with the two birds, so Fang Nuo reined in his strength and didn't see blood like the first time, but he grabbed a few pieces of mutilated feathers and let them flutter on the grass.

The raven on the side, who was still admiring his work, suddenly lit up, swooped over, and flew away the few feathers that had just landed.

Then, after chasing the feathers that had drifted away in the wind, he circled over the witch's hut several times before finally flying back to the ground.

"Actually, my self-control is not very good." Mr. Raven paced back to his companions and explained with pretended grace, "Also, bird feathers don't attract me much, and I've driven them away, and they won't appear in my field of vision." ”

Fang Nuo: Catch.

"You little thing!" The little black wings that were targeted tragically exerted their strength and jumped far away, "Our feathers also have a growth cycle, don't scratch them casually!" ”

"Hmph." Mr. Raven was very reserved, his eyes no longer following the feathers flying in the air, "If there is no other need, please allow me to say goodbye to ......"

As if remembering something, he suddenly shut up, lowered his head, and began to wander through the meadow, as if searching for something.

After a long time, the raven raised his head with a wet grass and swallowed it directly, and then he made a few "ah" and "ah" sounds, as if he was adjusting and adjusting his voice.

"A medicinal herb that accompanies the ancient beast Hedgehog...... It is rumored that the beast was as big as an adult goat, covered in black hair, had a single horn, had shrewd eyes, understood the words of all things, understood the nature of all things, and had extremely high wisdom, able to see through lies and discern treachery. ”

Fang Nuo's knowledge that he had not yet learned was explained by the "Mr. Crow" who had just met him.

The raven in his field of vision "analyzes" the herbs that he has just entered, and at the same time observes the changes in the beast's expression, so as to make his own judgment.

Legend has it that wherever He set foot, there was this herb everywhere, and like ordinary plants, they would produce flowers, bear fruit, and then spread seeds...... Eventually, they were able to reproduce without the help of the Divine Beast Hedgehog. ”

"Little one," the raven called to Fang Nuo, "you don't know the beast, do you?" ”

"But I know the effects of this herb." Fang Nuo admitted his ignorance, "Mr. Crow, is this the knowledge passed down from your family, or is it from what you have heard and witnessed yourself?" ”

"Nowadays, in this world, there are fewer and fewer divine beasts willing to enter the world." Mr. Raven replied, "Our family is responsible for guarding their tombs, but how many divine beasts are willing to sleep in them?" ”

"They all find their favorite sleeping place outside, and they actively stay there, waiting for the time to revive and reappear." In his unique deep voice, Raven expounded on what was incomprehensible to Fang Nuo now, "I don't know how long it will take, ten years, a hundred years...... Or is it like the name of the grave, 'Forever'? ”

"Mr. Crow, I just heard from the mourning birds that there is a legend about witches in your family, is there really such a thing?" Fang Nuo decided to take the initiative, rather than let the crow ramble on knowledge that might be useful in the future, but now listened to it in vain.

"It does." He got such a reply.

At the same time, Taro and Xiao Hei, who had been listening for a while, finally realized that they could not understand the fact that they could not understand the conversation of a bird and a beast in their field of vision, flapped their wings and took off on the spot, ran to the windowsill of the witch's hut, and spied on the movement inside.

They saw that the young humans who had just entered the room were excitedly talking to the witch, and the witch was listening, nodding her head from time to time in response.

Her features were obscured by the shadow of her hood, making it impossible for others to observe her face and expression.

Inside, Noka struggled with what excuse to use to ask the witch to take care of his sister, and there were so many adults in the village that he didn't know how to express to the witch, "I only trust you." ”

The young man scratched the back of his head, shook his head slightly, and took in the various furniture and furnishings of the hut through his peripheral vision.

He saw the pile of "rags" he had left at the door of the hut - although there were many valuable things in them, there were too many kinds of things to be useful in the hands of witches, so he preferred to describe them as a general title.

"Erica has always admired you......" he hesitated, and the more he talked, the more he wanted to slap himself, "Ah, in a short time, I plan to go into the mountains alone...... Isn't the King Bear gone, I want to see if I can find the relics of my parents and the old mountain ranger uncle. ”

"I want to go through the dark forest to the other end of the mountain, where the 'home' of the ranger should be."

He was stunned, and all sorts of rhetoric rolled through his mind, and they all eventually became entangled and turned into a ball of yarn that didn't look like anything.

"I thought, I thought, I could open a new way out of the mountains and into the outside world."

Ahh

Noka almost buried his cheeks in the palm of his hand, and he didn't dare to look at the witch's face under the hood.

He could feel that the other party was looking at him very seriously, as if he was thinking about the reliability and feasibility of his nonsense.

"I didn't mean to leave Erica's ......" at the end, he squeezed the sentence out of his throat, intending to disarm and surrender, and no longer try to kidnap the witch with morality.

"I, I really still can't let go of her, forget it, I think I'd better stay, and wait for spring to come before making plans."

He glanced at the witch with his peripheral vision, hoping to tell from the only lips she had on her mind...... Of course, all this was in vain and completely in vain.

"Your request, can I think about it in a few days and then reply?"

Suddenly, a pleasant voice reached his ears, and Noka jerked his head up, his body trembling slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Witch-sama?" He needs to be confirmed.

Although the other party did not directly agree, that kind of reply has an extra layer of room for maneuver than "refuse".

The witch turned her head to look out the window, and in her eyes in the shadow of the hood, two crooked heads and crooked heads of mourning birds appeared:

"I need time to think about it."

"You and I are both human." She weighed her words and spoke slowly, "I won't embarrass my own kind...... Naturally, I don't shirk what I can do. ”

"Thank you for the gift." She picked up a bloodstone from the small table beside her, "But some of the gifts are too valuable, and I swear I won't use them until I make a final decision." ”

"I believe you...... The oath. ”

Noka subconsciously raised his hand, and suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that it was impossible for the witch to understand the way the young people of the village celebrated and made vows, so he put his hand down in a huff.

In the past, when he had a good relationship with other peers in the village, they would often raise their hands and clap their hands in celebration, or make certain promises and agreements with each other in this way.

However, since the death of their parents and the orphaning of the siblings, he has become increasingly estranged from the young people of the village, so much so that on the spur of the moment, he takes his sister into the dark forest to find the bones of his parents.

Noka sighed and kept retreating away from the witch, intending to turn around and open the door and run away the moment the other party gave the order to evict the guest.

He was ashamed of his premeditated moral kidnapping of the witch, and he was too embarrassed to stay in this hut, as if the longer he stayed, the heavier the sin he carried.

As his thoughts flickered, his gaze stumbled upon the small table next to the witch.

Earlier, when he was trying to ask the other party to agree to his commission, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the rather messy pile of papers on the table.

Now he was standing a little farther away from the table, and even though he had excellent eyesight, he could not see the contents of the paper at the wrong angle.

He also didn't inquire about what the witch was doing, thinking that it was a wrong move to disrespect the other party.

However, for unknown reasons, his eyes were attracted by the pile of materials, and he couldn't get rid of the curiosity born from them in his heart.

Just because ...... In his vague memory, he vaguely had the impression that "I saw a general portrait printed on the top of the paper".