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So, what are these half-elves doing?

A bunch of ordinary travelers who got lost? (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

...... It may be true that they were disoriented because the road had been washed away, but they were clearly not ordinary travelers - the outfits of the dozen or so fellows seemed to be quite good, the longbows were at least a few hundred gold pieces each, and although they carefully covered their armor with burqas, some subtle parts, such as gauntlets, could not hide from Edward's sight, let alone the smoothness of a veteran who showed through every move.

The slender figure sitting against the wall on the left, with a gaze hidden in the shadow of the hood, had been roaming Edward and Baroque from the very beginning, and had stayed as if there was no place...... There was always something crucial, and the look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a lamb to the slaughter, made Edward instinctively shrink his body.

And then there's the guy who has been hiding himself tightly - the hunter can feel the magic surging through him as long as he has the only one to concentrate. At the same time, it can be seen that the layer under his robe represents the halo of the magic item.

It is true that there is no guarantee of security in this world - the lords' management of their own territory is actually mostly limited to the core area, leaving the area where economic exchanges are prosperous, the more remote it is, the more chaotic the law and order, in the middle of nowhere, it is very common to encounter robbers and bandits, and in the forest, an area that no one can control, it is a paradise for illegal forces. Therefore, it is common for wealthy businessmen or small nobles to invite a few good bodyguards when traveling.

But wanderers, a couple of good archers, and a mage...... Ordinary traders would not hire such a fully staffed mercenary as a guard, because that would represent an almost sky-high commission.

As for the possibility of wealthy businessmen traveling......

- Although Edward didn't know what the people of the place were, he believed that the common people would not usually avoid the regular roads in favor of secluded routes in the middle of the forest. The heavy rain has been going on for more than a day, and there is time to buffer in between, how can an ordinary traveler stay in this remote place?

Unless their original goal was in the forest.

Not to mention the kind of warning arrows that they had just encountered - if the woods weren't far from a medium-sized city, as they claimed, then they had no reason to be so nervous...... Unless they're hiding from something.

Fortunately, it seems that although they are alert, they are not the kind of people who are ruthless...... You must know that although the moral atmosphere on this continent has not been corrupted to the point of encountering the porcelain party everywhere, it is not so good that Lei Feng is everywhere, and it has never been the first choice for a person to pass out in front of him.

But because of this, it is a big trouble - not being vicious also means that you will not be decisive in doing things, and this will only make the situation passive when you run away.

As long as you feel a little better, you can leave these guys and stay away...... The boy said to himself in his heart. Soon, though, the vertigo in his head hit him again, and he couldn't think about anything more.

And, now, the situation in the hut has evolved into an awkward situation.

“...... If it weren't for the Goddess teaching us kindness and kindness, I wouldn't have let this barrel of unknown origin enter the room for half a step!"

The half-elf little girl sneered, and didn't seem to see the helpless face of the leader next to her at all—the latter obviously wanted to make her quieter, but unfortunately there seemed to be some gaps in her identity, so a few whispered reminders such as 'Miss, please pay attention to your image' were drowned out in the little girl's anxious and fast voice.

"Don't say that again......! Hell, my beard is on top, and you're insulting a noble son of the mountains! Don't you know that the mountain hut is reserved for every passer-by, and you are not the only one who has the right to use it and want to drive me away? This house was not built by you!"

The dwarves on the other side are clearly not very good at courteous to the juniors, and his voice is almost tearing down the roof - in fact, in the realm of the dwarves, respect for the elders is a spontaneous rule, but for the little ghosts, they prefer a straightforward way of communication, and even give some unreasonable 'grinding' a little harshly.

"Oh, such a noble Mr. Dwarf, what about the barrel of wine at dinner, since Mr. Dwarf is so noble, he must know that he has to pay for his food, right?"

Of course, being loud is not the only way to decide the outcome of a quarrel, the little girl's eyes rolled, and she immediately found a gap to fight back: "Also, the bottle of wine in your arms now seems to be ours, right?"

"Uh...... Wasn't I paying you five gold coins for that, that light and surprisingly light wine, and I wouldn't be in the mood to drink it if it weren't for your invitation!" At the mention of some practical benefit, the dwarf suddenly couldn't hold back. He rolled his little eyes twice, his nose was already flushed, but his stubby fingers couldn't help but hold down the money bag: "Yes, I just don't want to dismiss your face, I, the great dwarf, is very friendly!"

"Oh, how do I remember that someone was eager to take the wine into his arms, and besides, in Rissouri, this 'surprisingly faint' green shade wine costs at least ten gold coins! and, if I remember correctly, when you just took out those five gold coins, you kept saying that it was to pay for your companion's treatment!"

The little girl sneered loudly, and did not hesitate to expose every flaw of the other party: "In addition, there is his condition, and it is not like you said, it only needs a healing magic technique to cure, I just used a removal disease, a removal curse, and a recovery technique...... Even if it's the lowest price, you'll have to pay at least three hundred gold coins!"

"Hell, what...... Why is it so expensive? Even dwarven fire wine is just ...... Hey, you just said you were going to invite me to drink!"

Obviously, the noble dwarf can also play tricks without scruples, especially when the noble baroque lord no longer has a few gold coins in his pocket: "Also, I don't know what spell you used, it took my companion so long to wake up, which is enough to show that your spellcasting ability ......"

"Okay Baroque, being loud doesn't mean it works, sometimes it's the opposite. And arguing with a young lady doesn't make you look noble. Edward rubbed his tense temples to stop the boring argument, "If you still have half a bottle of wine, do you still have jerky in your pocket?" As for the drink, I'll pay for you. ”

It was obviously not a wise move to stiffen the relationship with the other party, although most of the current gang did not show any hostility because of this noise, but just looked like they were entertaining themselves, but in Edward's eyes, these people had become more and more equated with trouble.

The secondary restoration technique is a fourth-order divine art, and the person who is able to cast it can be called at least a true priest in terms of ability, even for the age of a true inheritor of the elven bloodline. It's not easy either.

Although the power possessed by the priest is determined by the level of faith, but a large part of it is determined by the gods whether to give or not, so it is inevitable that there will be some favoritism - ordinary pastors pray and fast day after day and preach doctrine, but it often takes forty or fifty years to reach the rank of being able to use higher divine arts. But some people can do it easily – for a variety of reasons, but the ability is unquestionable.

Of course, the rate of such lucky people is not very high, and like some of the magicians who are particularly intelligent, oh, or have a particularly good ability to sense the magic net, they are all to be met but not sought after - the difference is that these people often have surprisingly large backscenes.

"Compared with a noble dwarf, you know more about politeness. The little girl snorted softly, and smiled triumphantly—the dwarf had apparently stopped attracting her attention by this time, but the breaker had interested her: "Well, for the sake of the cute little brother, the elder sister doesn't care about the cost of treatment." ”

"Cute ......"

This description made Edward smile wryly. He knew that the half-elf had at least twice as long a lifespan as an average person because of some of the excellent elements in the bloodline, so although this little girl looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old, her actual lifespan might have been even longer than his. However, the triumphant expression on the other party's little face couldn't help but make him have some mischievous impulses: "Hmm...... Speaking of cuteness, you're also cute, so cute, you must be a boy, right?"

"Not really!"

The strange question made the little girl's cheeks puff out cutely, and her eyes widened: "What is your reasoning? Why must it be a boy who is cute? Have you ever seen a boy in a skirt?"

"Oh, yes, there's a country called Scotland, and their boys all wear skirts, well, not only boys, but also uncles, grandfathers, and grandfathers, and they're much shorter than yours, just up to the top of your knees. ”

“...... It's a strange habit, but girls in their country don't wear it like that, right? Won't their legs feel cold on a rainy day, or in winter, like today?"

"Girls, girls can wear them, but you're right, they're not as afraid of the cold as men, so they'll wear a very long kind of socks, and there's an absolute realm between the socks and the skirt...... Four to one to one, two to five, huh?"

"Absolutely? What a weird statement. The little girl shook her head, but her attention was clearly drawn to the strange statement: "Maybe it will look good...... However, wouldn't it be inconvenient to move like that? For example, it's too short......"

"Who said it's convenient? Absolute realm, it's absolutely immutable......

"So, will aunties and old women wear like that?"

"No, that's disgusting...... No, it's that after a certain age, people will become less afraid of the cold, so there is no need to wear them. Well, in fact, when they get older, they don't wear such clothes anymore. ”

Edward was rambling in earnest, and at the same time began to stick his jerky on the iron drill by the fireplace—in fact, the slow and sudden pain in his head was a little unbearable, and he had to distract himself with some work.

But apparently the little girl's interest became stronger and stronger, and she didn't care about the change in the half-elf's face, and went straight over, her golden eyes unblinking: "You are so funny, the big barrel just called you Edward, is that your name?"

"Your way of asking doesn't quite match your identity, miss, why does Lori learn the tone of the royal sister...... Well, isn't it polite to report your own before asking someone's name?"

"Lisa Lynobili. It's my human name, not as good as my original name, but it's still nice to hear, meaning sunshine among the clouds, and I like it too. The half-elf girl blinked, and the corners of her mouth curled slyly: "Okay, I've already told you my name, so, what about you, what's your name?"

"Lily, yes, nice name. However, I don't seem to have said that I must tell you my name. ”

"Don't bark like that! it sounds like you're calling a puppy and a kitten!" the hunter's teasing made the corners of the little girl's eyes immediately hang, but she was immediately deflated to find that the other party had indeed not made a promise just now: "You...... You Rippy!"

"Well, my name is Edward Vincent, and Vincent means Keeper of Property. ”

"Poofhahahaha...... What a strange name, and a strange meaning, what kind of property keeper? That sounds like the name of a fire-breathing dragon!"

......

"Miss, although this child has completed the treatment, he should still be very weak, so should we let him have a good rest?" When the topic of the two seemed to be getting more and more harmonious, the leading half-elf finally couldn't help but speak.

Actually, he didn't want to disturb the little girl's conversation, but the human teenager always gave him a strange pressure......

Even though the other man looked weak and trembling in his cloak, he could not imagine how a man could have left a smooth cocoon mark in that place, except for the crossbow, and a heavy crossbow, he could not imagine how a man could have left a smooth cocoon mark in that place.

Someone who is good at using these two things is definitely a good mercenary. Not to mention the dwarf...... These Stone Descendants are naturally the best warriors, especially the one in front of them, if they take advantage of the opportunity at very close range, the half-elf has no doubt that the opponent can make themselves lose their ability to parry at least a few rounds.

That's why he's been so wary of these two from the start, and this time the mission was easy, but now it's undoubtedly become very troublesome...... He had to be 120,000 cautious, but luckily these two men didn't seem to have anything to do with their opponents...... Their tiredness and despair are not feigned. Although I don't understand how such two people can be at peace all along. Even the Goblin didn't have half of the Emerald Forest to make this virtue, but that had nothing to do with him.

As long as you can return to the city safely, then all the qiē will come to an end.

......

"Let's hope he doesn't disrupt our schedule...... These two guys of unknown origin. ”

A voice echoed in Edward's ears, and the unceremonious tone made him raise his eyes alertly, only to find that the half-elf in front of him was just staring at him unfriendly. And he didn't speak.

Delusion?

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly, but then he noticed that the sound didn't stop there—soon, a second voice followed, followed by a third, a fourth......

"Fortunately, it doesn't look particularly troublesome, as long as there is more than half a day's journey back to Rissouri, as long as you get on the main road......"

"The captain must have hidden a lot of sweet bread. Although it is true that food should be saved, this time it is not a troublesome thing...... But what's the danger of that little girl? It's just a rich merchant's ......."

"Those two guys should really be passing by...... But it's not sure, it's better to keep an eye on them, otherwise if they get a secret hand......"

These voices are disorganized, erratic, large and small...... Whispers are generally intermittent, carefully sounded, and involve all levels. But it's not organized, like talking to oneself and asking oneself and answering oneself.

But these people in front of him should be extremely experienced mercenaries, not novices who can't control their feelings. That kind of cold talk and the like, even if you think of it, you won't say it - after all, adventurers are people who add blood to their knives and grab food under the claws of tigers, and they will need the help of others in some places at some point, so they will definitely not offend someone lightly...... Naturally, it is impossible to think and say it without any hindrance like this.

Could it be auditory hallucinations?

Edward couldn't help but frown...... The headache was gradually dissipating, but if the terrible adventure had really left some psychological after-effects, it had begun to cause auditory hallucinations......

No, it's not.

This was certainly not some kind of speculation - for the hunter was sure that if it were his own imagination, it would never be so simple, and if it was about Mars or something......

No, wait...... Just think about it?

A certain touch in his heart made Edward gently turn his gaze and condense his spirit into the people around him.

"Oh, it's so cold, it's a bastard, I should have stayed in Poplar Town if I knew it, the food and wine at the hotel are top-notch, but the price is too ruthless...... Hmm, next time I'll have to find a way to get Edward, the little guy, to treat me to a big meal, or I'll save him in vain...... On such a cold day, barbecue and wine are salvation. ”

Boy......

For a moment, Edward couldn't help but hold his breath, feeling that the sound of his heartbeat was clearly audible!

For he seemed to have determined that what was being heard in his ears at this moment was the voice of everyone's heart.

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