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The bonfire rises.

Illo used the branch with the fork at the front end to stretch the cleaned rabbit and roast it on the flame.

The beasts in the forest at the end of summer have accumulated shallow fat, and in the process of licking and licking, the molten oil is constantly dripping. But the already tender rabbit meat is even more difficult to grasp after peeling, and the aroma and burnt smell pop out at the same time, making the half-elf frown.

In addition, the firewood is too wet and smoky, which makes the rabbit meat a little black, and the difference in sales is not one or two points.

"Well, if only Allegri were here......" Illo grumbled under his breath, still doing his best to flip the stand in his hand.

Fennie sat with her knees crossed, staring at the flickering fire, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Alright," said Illo, at last, taking off the two roasted rabbits, blowing the soot on the surface, "which one do you want?"

"I don't eat it. The girl shook her head, spread out her hand, and signaled that she had wheat cakes.

"Whatever you want," said Illo with a smile, "but it's better to have some hot food in the wilderness." ”

"Then I'll bake ......," Fennie put a wheat cake in a twig and leaned towards the fire. But after all, her craftsmanship was rusty, and her position was too low, and the already dry branches were rolled up by the flames, and they were instantly burned in two.

As Ferney exclaimed, Illo's eyes were quick and his strength was rushing, and he lowered the fire a little, and then with a flick of his short knife, he picked out the wheat cake again.

"The heat is just right. Glancing at the golden wheat cakes, Illo smiled casually, "In Setstienne, there is a kind of crepes that go well with the roasted meat, and the trick is to bake them in the oven for only one second, you lose it." It's quite similar. ”

"Really?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

"What are you lying about...... Illo wiped the short knife, took a roasted rabbit, cut it by hand, and the thin slices of meat were removed from the skeleton and landed on the wide banana leaves beside him. Then he cut open the wheat bread, stuffed it with minced meat, and handed it over. "Taste it. ”

Fennie took a small bite, and her lips and teeth were fragrant, and it was indeed much better than a dry and hard wheat cake. Illo did the same, making himself a meatloaf and feasting on it.

"Actually, it's not as bad as I thought. "Dry cave, good food, warm campfire. Gave Fennie a false feeling.

"That's the best treatment," Illo smiled. "Generally speaking, adventurers would not dare to start a fire without being sure whether it was safe to be around, so they could only hide in a corner wrapped in a cloak. Nibble on a few bites of cold and hard food, and the atmosphere will not dare to breathe until the moment when the sun rises again. ”

"Why?" Apparently, Fennie wasn't convinced.

"Because at night, it's the time when most beasts hunt. The light of the fire will attract their attention," Illo recounts in a slow voice, as if telling a story, "and in the inaccessible mountains and forests, no one knows what a terrible existence inhabits it...... Ordinary adventurers, if they provoke powerful magical beasts or wolves, then they will really be dead and alive. ”

"But we have a fire...... "Fenny gestured. The blazing bonfire in front of them was clearly visible from miles away.

"My eldest lady," Illo laughed, "ordinary adventurers, where is the money to hire a high-ranking professional as a bodyguard?"

******

It was late at night.

The late summer evenings were already cool, but Fennie, lying by the campfire, wrapped in a wide travel cloak, did not feel cold.

It's strange, she can clearly feel that sleepiness is like the head of the tide, surging up wave after wave, but tossing and turning, and she can't sleep.

Illo leaned against the rock wall, also not asleep. He squinted slightly, holding a twig in his hand, and was playing with the crimson charcoal.

"I heard you're in your fifties now?" Feeney asked suddenly.

"Ah, that's right," replied Illo, "I must be about the same age as your father. ”

"It's not too big," said Fennie softly, "Elf, don't you live for four hundred years? ”

"Half-elves have a much shorter lifespan than elves," Illo explained, "and a half-breed like me, two hundred years should be the limit. ”

"That's a hundred and fifty years," Feeney lamented, "that's a long time." ”

"More than 10,000 years ago, when the elven homeland had not withered, the life span of the elves was much longer than now," Illo's voice came slowly, "There is a forest that continuously replenishes its vitality, and the longest-lived elves can even live for two or three thousand years, but the vast majority of them will choose to sink into the clear spring before the age of a thousand years, wash away their memories and bodies, and take the initiative to end their lives." ”

"Why?" asked Fennie, who opened her eyes and was puzzled.

"I'm tired of being alive," Illo concluded, with a highly condensed answer, "So, the elves are frantically chasing art and beauty, exploring the mysteries of magic, and finding the meaning of life...... It is precisely because of the long lifespan that elves rarely choose to fall in love with short-lived races," the half-elf added, "for example, humans." ”

Fennie looked up at him.

"Take you and me," continued Illo, "you are still a flower, but in twenty years you will grow old, and in forty years you will be gray-haired...... And at that time, I didn't change much......"

Fernie was silent.

"As for the other differences, you may soon find out," said Illo, adding a few pieces of wood to the campfire, leaning back, and said indifferently, "sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow." ”

Soon, there was a slight snoring sound in his direction.

Outside the cave, insects chirp one after another, and inside the cave, the girl's thoughts are numerous.

She didn't understand why, as she approached, the originally handsome Qingshan gradually revealed its majestic edges and corners.

Could it be that the choice of the day was really wrong? Could it be that she had to marry a certain noble son in Norman City, and then spend the rest of her life repeating the first half of her life?

Finnie didn't want that, she thought Illo was the opportunity to make a change. She will follow him out of the General's Palace, out of Norman City, into the vast wasteland and land, and into the wonderful world described in the book.

But what about reality?

I see how charming the green mountains are, and the green mountains see me differently.

The green mountains are 100,000 years old, unswerving, red for decades, and white bones in an instant.

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