It is not a romantic thing to go around the world. Between those exciting ruins, magic, monsters and hero stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced - such as sleeping in the wild and how to fill your stomach.

The escape journey was in a hurry, especially when the castle was broken and the last few guards fought to the last moment, no one could have time to prepare a bag filled with dry food. Moreover, the last place where everyone set out was the ancestor's tomb, which did not look like a place where food was stored...

So when Amber was hungry, everyone realized the imminent real problem.

There is a wasteland around it, bare and not even grass. Opposite the hillside is Cecil, which has turned into ruins of the sea of ​​fire, but there is a dense forest a little farther down the hillside.

In this place in the magical medieval era, the jungle outside the town is synonymous with danger. Where the lights of civilization cannot shine, besides beasts, robbers and monsters, but jungle also means another thing: there will be more food.

And if you want to go to Tanzan Town in the north, you have to pass through this dense forest.

The group found a flat and open place on the edge of the forest to rest for a while, and then began to allocate the staff responsible for finding food.

Gao Wen first glanced at the stupid little maid. This little girl named Betty really lacked presence, but she was very brave. She was not scared to cry when the dragon flew over before. Of course, it was also possible that she was scared to death so she had no reaction. At this time, the girl was still holding the pan tightly in her hand, standing there nervously and uneasy. After noticing Gao Wen's gaze, she shrank her neck slightly.

"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, you three stay here, Byron, you stay as a guard," Gao Wen said, "The others go hunting with me. Including you, Amber."

Betty has no combat power. Although Hetty and Rebecca are different as magicians, they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the woods. Moreover, they have lost a lot of energy. From the previous battle in the castle to the present, there is no chance of meditation recovery. This is a fatal problem for spell casters who need a good mental state to exert their strength. So it is better to stay and see your home. If you return to Blue as soon as possible, you will have more combat power on the next journey.

Of course, the three loyal family soldiers had no complaints about these arrangements, but Amber widened his eyes: "Why do I have to go too? I'm so tired!"

Gao Wen glared at her: "Touch your ears, it's somewhat half-elf-leaning. Don't you follow me to hunt in the forest and say that your ancestors live in the tree?"

Amber flattened his mouth and was full of resentment: "You are racial prejudice - anyone who tells you that the elves must hunt in the forest. What I learned is stealth, not forest tour..."

"You dig my grave."

Amber: “…Okay.”

Gao Wen led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed to be unable to hunt to hunt, leaving behind the loyal Knight Byron and three ladies to guard the house in the makeshift camp.

After setting up some alert runes with the little left of magic, Hetty sat tiredly on the stone, while Rebecca led Betty around the Byron Knight's alert area, and then walked back with a small bundle of dead branches found nearby.

After piled the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps, raised his staff, and recited the most basic fire-starting spell. An unstable burst fire ball condensed in the air.

Hetty stopped the other party before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, let me do it."

After lighting the bonfire with a normal magic flame, the cold air accumulated in the underground tunnel and the early morning night wind was finally forced out of his body. Hetty breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca with some helplessness: "When do you want to learn magic outside of fireball techniques..."

Rebecca lowered her head in shame: "I'm sorry, aunt."

"Don't show off your unreliable appearance so easily. Don't lower your head like this even when apologizing," Hetty rubbed his forehead even more helplessly. "You are already the one who inherits the title, do you know? Your performance today... To be honest, that ancestor was probably very disappointed, although he didn't show it."

Rebecca suddenly became nervous: "Then...what should I do?"

Hetty was stunned and sighed: "Oh, what can I do? Look at the family's current appearance, I'm afraid that no descendant of the Cecil family can satisfy our ancestors. Our current appearance... is really inconsistent with the family's former glory."

Rebecca pursed her lips hard. For her, who has been following the life trajectory of ordinary noble children since childhood, the series of things she has experienced recently exceeded her cognition. No teacher has told her how to face these things - whether it is the attack of demon tides and monsters, or the fact that the ancestors crawled out of the coffin - all of this made the young Viscount Miss at a loss.

After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally plucked up the courage: "Aunt, do you think the ancestor... is he really resurrected?"

Hetty looked at Rebecca's eyes and she could easily guess what the niece was thinking.

"Do you doubt the ancestors, or the resurrection of the ancestors?"

"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but this matter... is really unbelievable."

"The same is true for me, but the facts are in front of me," Hetty shook his head, "remember the first lesson every magic apprentice has to learn? It's not theoretical knowledge or magic formulas, but a motto: truth may go against common sense, but truth is always true. This sentence is also true in areas other than magic."

Seeing Rebecca fall into thinking, Hetty whispered: "No matter what the reason for the ancestors' recovery from their sleep, the resurrection of the ancestors of the Cecil family must be a fact..."

Betty glanced at the two hostesses and found that she couldn't understand what they were talking about, so she lowered her head and continued to hold her baby's pan in a daze.

Soon, Gao Wen, who was going to hunt, brought back three soldiers and an amber.

The hunting was not very rich, but it was quite satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two large birds with gorgeous feathers that could not be named, and picked back a lot of wild fruits. It should be fine to fill their stomachs.

Looking at Amber's hands and feet skillfully dealing with the corpse of his prey, Gao Wen curled his lips: "I also said that I can't hunt. Your skillful craftsmanship is just like the gray elf in the moss wood forest."

Mosswood forest is a vast forest located on the border between the Ansu Kingdom and the Ogule tribe state in the west. The gray elves living in the mosswood forest - a subspecies of the elves - are considered the best hunters in the world. Just in terms of their ability to chase prey in the dense forest, they are even better than forest elves. After Gao Wen found that he really needed to make up for common sense in this world, he flipped through the memory bank in his mind while he was idle. This knowledge was just found, so he learned it here.

Trying to pretend that you are a local with a strong root.jpg.

While packing the internal organs of the gorgeous bird, Amber replied without raising her head: "It's really a great hero seven hundred years ago - you have to say this joke about the gray elf for at least hundreds of years, right? Do you know that the gray elf is no longer hunting now when it comes to importing and exporting medicinal materials?"

Gao Wen: "…"

Amber kept moving his hands, skillfully skewed his packed prey on a long wooden stick and put it next to the bonfire. Then he looked at Gao Wen: "I tell you, I really can't hunt. Although I have half of the elves' blood, I have been living in human society since I remember that year. It was an old thief who raised me..."

"Then your skills..."

"Although I can't hunt, I can steal chickens," Amber smiled like a child who could chat and laugh with the client after digging someone's ancestral grave. "This craft was learned at that time."

Gao Wen: "…"

Heti next to him frowned slightly when he heard Amber's words: "It's so vulgar."

Amber shook his fingers: "Yes, yes, I'm very vulgar. Who made me a thief? I can only occasionally touch a few copper coins from passers-by's pockets, but you nobles who live in the castle and can pay money from the pockets of the people."

Before Miss Amber finished speaking, the sword in Knight Byron's hand was unsheathed with a "scaling" and put it on her neck.

The half-elf's cold sweat came out on the spot.

Gao Wen waved his hand and asked Byron to put away the sword. Then he looked at Amber curiously: "I'm surprised. If you don't say anything else, just by opening your mouth, why haven't you been beaten to death until today?"

Before Miss Half-Elf had spoken, Gao Wen had already imitated her tone and shook his head and said, "The ability to escape is first-class - right?"

amber:"……"

"Okay, let's put any conflicts in class conflicts. Now we are people on the same boat," Gao Wen exclaimed, touching a fruit from the side and putting it on his mouth. "Everyone will recover their physical strength first. The magic system should hurry up and meditate and restore their magic power. We must set off before noon. We have been underground for one night and can't waste the next whole day."

"Betty, put that aside first," Rebecca glanced at his little maid and kindly reminded, "It's not available now."

Betty looked at her hostess, then at the pan in her hand, as if he was in hesitation.

Gao Wen was a little curious: "Why are you always holding this pot?"

Betty seemed a little afraid of Govin, she shrank her neck and clamped the handle of the pot: "Ms. Hansen told me that I will be responsible for frying sausages and slices of bread in the future...with this pan."

"Mrs. Hansen is responsible for managing the kitchen in the castle," Hetty whispered to Gao Wen, "but he is dead."

Gao Wen sighed and looked at the little girl with a few freckles on her face.

"This pot is yours, and it will be yours in the future," he said. "Now you can put it aside and come over for a meal."
Chapter completed!