"The earliest history of the Duden family dates back to a juggling troupe called the Duden Circus during the Gwyndling Elven Dynasty. www.biquge.info This circus has performed all over the Middle Avenue and is well known among the people...... In the 472nd year of the reign of Emperor Huanyu, the Duden Circus entered the city of Ulder to perform at a carnival held by the royal family, and immediately won the love of the Uldes and the emperor. After the carnival ended, the Emperor Osirives summoned the circus into the palace to continue performing for him, and Duden became the royal court. ”

- "The Dawn of Immortality" by Alan J. Pynchon

After doing their best to make a big splash, the convoy moved on. Since no food was found on these robbers posing as the Holy Knights, Haredith and Hanlon believed that there must be a bandit stronghold in the vicinity. So Haredith, Hanlon, and Shoch had a meeting and decided to leave the main road and take another path towards the Woods. Luckily, Haredik had already planned several alternate routes before the convoy had even left Azonica, so it wasn't difficult for the convoy to suddenly change direction.

The convoy left the forest trail carved out by smugglers and slave traders, and turned into the dense forest on the side. These primeval forests, which have existed since the ancient dragons, are a natural labyrinth into which even the most experienced hunter will get lost in the woods of green leaves that obscure the entire sky and moss-covered stones.

But Haredik, who was in charge of leading the way, did not hesitate at all whether he wanted to move forward or turn around, and did not even take out the star board of the direction of the convoy, so in less than half a day, he took the convoy out of the dense forest and came to the edge of a small river, which was not wide and did not know what its name was, which not only provided sufficient water for the convoy but also gave the convoy direction.

Two days had passed since the false knights had suddenly appeared, and instead of encountering anyone else, the convoy had often encountered wild beasts that had come to the river to drink. But these seemingly ferocious beasts became a delicacy at the convoy dinner in front of twenty or thirty well-trained knights, without exception.

Haredith used his dagger to cut off the nose of the roasted blind-footed lizard on the barbecue, a swarthy snimmer that was slightly charred and covered in honey, and was emitting an enticing scent. Hareddick leaned his head up and sniffed hard, and his stomach, already stuffed with all kinds of meat, began to rumble again.

Hareddick really couldn't imagine that Xiuqi still had this hand, the beasts he had beaten in the past two days were all cooked by Xiuqi, and the level of his cooking food could not be faulted even by the most picky gourmets.

Hareddyk placed the fragrant nose on his plate and was about to feast on it, when Beatta, who was sitting next to him, asked curiously, "Do you like noses?"

"What do you know, the nose of this blind-footed lizard is the most flexible part of its body, and at the same time it is the most tender and delicious place. ”

"Then give me a taste!" the aristocratic girl's eyes immediately lit up.

Haredith glanced at her, and with a dagger, cut off a large piece of the nose in the plate and gave it to Beatta, who looked at half of the big swarthy nose with a frown, and then cut a small piece of the knife into her mouth tentatively. She swallowed it after just two bites, then immediately cut a bigger bite and happily ate it.

"Delicious, isn't it?" asked Haredith.

"Uh-huh!" Beata chewed on the food in her mouth, not having time to talk to Rory's drow.

Haredith couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Beata as a happy foodie, he chuckled, shook his head, and began to use the dagger to pour the food on his plate into his stomach. ...,

It was time for the sun to set and the people were resting, and the knights had formed a makeshift camp in a chariot on an open field on the edge of the river, and the attendants and servants were busy preparing their dinner. In the main carriage in the center of the camp, Blake, who had fainted two days earlier due to the False Knight incident, had not yet woken up, and seemed to be infected with a fever, and from time to time he was convulsing and saying some inexplicable nonsense.

The Baroness had been taking care of her son for the past two days, and had no appetite for even the dinner served by the maid. On several occasions Beata wanted to visit her brother, but each time she had just walked near the carriage she was scolded by the Baroness.

Haredith munched on the tender flesh in his mouth as he pondered the strange mother-daughter relationship, and although he knew that in human society, boys would get more affection from their parents than girls, but he had never seen a baroness hate his daughter so much. In particular, the Baroness, who had always been a noble lady, had a smile even at her maid, and the disgust in her eyes every time she looked at Beata was indeed unadorned.

Beata, who had been eating with her head down, noticed that Hareddick was staring at her, so she raised her face stained with honey and gravy and asked, "What's wrong, Nemo?

Haredith raised his hand and said with a wicked smile, "I was just thinking, how many gold coins are you going to lose me tonight?"

As soon as she heard this, Beata immediately wrinkled her nose and made a ridiculous grimace at Haredith, saying, "I won't lose again, because I've already thought of a strategy that is sure to win." ”

"Hah, then I'll see. ”

The night went on like this, and when the sun rose over the horizon the next day, the convoy members had done some light tidying up and washing up before getting back on the road, and how many more gold coins had the noble girl had added to the drow elf's IOU last night?

As the convoy continues on the road, Beata, who had spent the night playing poker with Hareddick, is asleep on the lap of the Drow Elf, and Hareddic seems to be accustomed to sleeping with Beata sleeping on a pillow made of elven leather, and he drives the carriage to lead the team forward without any care. At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, and Huchchi rode up to Hareditic, and after glancing at the sleeping Beata, he asked Haredik, "Sergeant Major Hanlon, let me ask you how far away the nearest town is. ”

Haredik pointed ahead and said, "With our current pace, it will take about another day and a half to reach a town called Staufen, where the corn wine is very good." ”

"A day and a half? That's pretty close, but is that the king's domain or the private land of the criminals themselves?" asked Xiuqi, pinching his chin.

"It's a territory, lord, I remember what kind of viscount it was. ”

When he heard that it was a territory, Xiuqi nodded and said, "That's good, at least we can sleep peacefully." ”

Hareddik snorted and said to the young knight, "In Stauffen's place, the head is indeed very stable, but if you let your guard down like this, blink your eyes a little, and those damn gray elves will steal all the essence from your body."

Xiuqi glanced at Hareddick strangely and smiled, "Speaking of gray elves, don't we have one here, it looks like I'll have to keep an eye on my purse." ”

Hareddick was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that he was now a gray elf created by a magic potion, and if he said it from the perspective of a gray elf just now, it would indeed be ten differences, so Hareddick had to casually make a haha with Xiuqi and take the topic elsewhere. ...,

At noon, when the convoy rested, Beata, who had slept well on Haredith's lap, regained her former vigor and dragged the two knights headlong into the nearby woods, only to hurry back with a bunch of wild flowers attached to the rhizomes as the convoy was about to depart.

Ever since Blake fell ill from fright, the convoy would run out into the forest every time the convoy stopped to trim Beata, and then picked up a variety of wildflowers and weaved them into a pattern that resembled a headband.

"I'm making prayer rings. This is how the aristocratic maiden replied to the curious drow elf.

"I haven't heard of the prayer ring. ”

Beata glanced at Hareddick, and continued with the work in her hands: "This is a custom in our southern forests, whenever a loved one is sick, we will make a head ring with flowers representing the gods and carry it on the head of the sick person to pray to the gods for him. ”

"Does this work?" said Haradidike, who knew little about human religion, or was not interested at all.

I didn't want this casual sentence to provoke the girl's anger: "Why is it useless, people used to be sick, my father just made up such a prayer ring on my head, and I was fine the next day." ”

"Ha, sorry, sorry. Seeing that Beata pursed her lips in anger, Haredith had to smile and apologize to her.

But even Beata could see that the Drow had no intention of apologizing, so she snorted exaggeratedly at Haredith, and continued to weave the prayer ring in her hand for his brother.