Sherlock stopped, and pressed the corner of his forehead with some headache.

Ehuas, who was walking in front of him, immediately sensed all this. He paused and looked back, "Is it okay, Sherlock?" ”

"I'm fine."

Sherlock's voice was cold: "I feel like it's because this body is too short...... For the same distance, if you can walk briskly, I'll have to trot to keep up. A little tired...... I feel the blood vessels in my forehead skipping and jumping. ”

Ivus smiled.

But he didn't say anything concerned about it, such as "then I'll go slower", but just said casually: "Maybe I'm thirsty." After all, we hadn't drunk much water all afternoon. ”

With that, he took a jug from his bosom and threw it to Sherlock.

Sherlock, dressed as a newsboy, took the kettle and poured it unceremoniously into his mouth.

Then he squirted straight out.

“…… You're sick! ”

In the midst of Ivus's prank, Sherlock angrily retightened the lid of the "kettle": "I'm only thirteen or fourteen years old now, and you're giving me a drink?" ”

And it's still a spirit.

Sherlock can taste it with a sip, and this is a Church whiskey in its forties.

The amber wine has a unique and intense burnt aroma, like roasted wheat. At the same time, there is also a sweet aroma of fruit that seems to be burned, and it will leave a fragrance on the lips and teeth after drinking it.

However, Sherlock is less resistant to alcohol, and he usually has to mix it with some water to drink it - or he can mix it with lemon juice and honey water.

Ivus just slowly put the bottle away and handed Sherlock another almost identical kettle, "I didn't tell you that it was water." ”

"I trust you!"

"You don't come. It's just because you're surrounded by acquaintances, so you're slack. ”

Ivas said unceremoniously: "If someone turns into me and feeds you poison, will you not hesitate to drink it?" Maybe you stop for a second or two and you can feel something is wrong. But you're too fast to get straight to it - do you think I'll be happy for your death? 'Oh, my friend Sherlock died because of his trust in me, I'm so happy'...... Do you like this tune? ”

“…… Tut. ”

Sherlock smacked his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Although I was very unhappy in my heart, I felt that what Ivas said did make sense intellectually. Because I can't refute it, it's even more upset.

He could only drink the water honestly and take away the lesson of Ivus.

"But it's really peculiar."

Ivas saw Sherlock's unhappy face, and he was already proficient in Sherlock's instruction manual, and he said directly: "We rode the griffin around twice, and we still didn't see where the Eagle Cape Village was. ”

They had gone south from Bagpipe Town, as Hayna had said...... As a result, they all flew to Alder Town, but they still didn't find Eagle Cape Village.

Evas didn't give up, so he let the two griffon aunts fly back close - but they still couldn't find it.

Eventually, they dismounted the vultures in Bagpipe Town, and after some inquiry, they learned that Eagle Cape Village was indeed nearby. With the enthusiastic guidance of a local resident, they finally found the path in the woods.

"Two possibilities. Either it's some kind of large barrier that obscures existence...... Either that, or the Fairy Forest. ”

Sherlock was distracted by Ivus's words.

He looked at the path in the dense forest and said solemnly, "Do you know the fairy forest? ”

Ivus nodded. Lily and Liz the Griffon looked at each other curiously.

Sherlock ignored Ivus, but looked at the two ladies and explained earnestly, "Whether it's Avalon, Star Antimony, or Iris, there's the same legend that is prevalent in those densely forested countryside where children are easy to go missing. That legend refers to the 'Fairy Forest'.

"In the dense jungle where you can't see the bottom at a glance and you can't climb the heights, if you suddenly reveal a very harmonious path, but you obviously haven't seen anything before...... Then there is a high probability that this is the Fairy Forest. Some elves will live here.

"Only those who are invited by the goblins can enter the elf forest - usually innocent, lively and healthy children, or young people with simple and enthusiastic personalities. One of the necessary conditions is to be good-looking, and the other is to be able to sing or dance.

"When these people enter the fairy forest, they play with the elves. At this time, they tend to lose track of time and look old...... Whenever they wanted to leave, they would be taught something by the goblins and left behind for a while. When they actually leave, they will find that they don't know how long it has been outside. ”

“…… Isn't that great? ”

Lily was a little puzzled: "This can be regarded as a life extension in disguise, right?" ”

Sherlock said solemnly, "These are some good-natured goblins. There is another kind of bad goblin who will just force the children to stay here and turn them into new goblins; In order to 'add friends', they will even take the initiative to abduct or steal children.

"Stolen children like this, even if they can be rescued before they become goblins, often don't speak the human language. So the Leprechaun Forest is very dangerous - it doesn't matter if it's a good goblin or a bad goblin who lives in it.

"And the easiest way to identify the fairy forest is the light source. If the sun is bright, but there is no light in the depths of the forest, and no animals are coming out of it, then the path may lead to the fairy forest. ”

Sherlock said, pointing forward, "Here, for example—look. ”

I saw that the straight path disappeared into the distance.

The surrounding trees seemed to move out of the way, leaving a clean dirt road.

"It's the middle of December. Fallen leaves and dead branches should be all over the ground, but the dirt road is clean. The fallen leaves fell neatly on both sides of the road, as if they had been swept by someone. ”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and calmly analyzed, "Just by looking at it, you know that something must be wrong here, right?" ”

Lily bowed her head in shame.

Obviously a transcendent who adapts to the path, the highest proportion of her spiritual intuition is the perception of danger. But standing here, she only vaguely felt a little sense of disobedience, and there was no sense of crisis at all.

But she was a little confused.

Miss Haina: This is ...... Live in the land of the elves?

But the goblins are creatures of the path of beauty.

If this is really the land of fairies, how could Hayna, who was born here, not have the slightest adaptability to the path of beauty?

"Anyway, we need to be ready to meet the elves first."

Ivas narrowed his eyes, staring at the unknown space of the black hole deep in the forest path, and told the two of them about the rather unpopular and rare knowledge: "Actually, 'goblin' is quite an unfriendly term for goblins, which is a kind of contempt. In the same way that the 'Children of the Moon' Death Rush are called vampires, simply calling the elves 'elves' will provoke their hostility.

"And compared to the child of the moon, the elf's thinking is more pure. This means that they will say whatever comes to their minds and do whatever they say. Even if it is a small dissatisfaction, it will not be suppressed in the heart, but will be directly expressed.

"The correct way to call it 'our kind neighbors' or 'happy creatures'...... You've got it in mind. ”

"But," Lily was still a little confused, "Eagle Cape Village isn't necessarily the land of goblins...... right?"

Little Sherlock sighed.

"Don't you understand, Miss Lily?"

He said in a serious childish voice: "What does Ivus mean...... He'd rather be a goblin living in it. ”

So saying, they stepped into the darkness and climbed over the mountain.

After a brief silence, a ray of light pierced the darkness. The hustle and bustle came through the shadows.

The brilliant golden sunset hung in the sky, illuminating the entire village and casting a long shadow. People come and go, laugh and have fun.

——Eagle Cape Village at dusk is like a frozen picture.

It's as if this place was so beautiful a long time ago, and it's as if this moment can last for a long, long time.

(End of chapter)