The sunlight near noon hung motionlessly on the top, burning everything, and even the trees seemed to be exhausted and hung down their branches.

Thorne and his two men, who had been halfway through the trip, had strong suggestions after the bard finished drinking the last bit of water from the water bag, and finally came to the open area deep in the woods for a short rest.

Thorne was in a good mood and did not refuse.

In fact, for him, he had many faster and more labor-saving ways to go to Shuangta Town, which is not far away, but he chose to walk.

There was no other meaning, he just wanted to quietly feel the joy brought by the journey.

Although he had also taken a long-distance trip from Falls to Winter City, he was alone at that time, full of sorrow, and set out with a desire for powerful power in his heart.

So he could not feel the joy of the journey at all. For him, it was more like some strong mission that was urging and driving him. This mission was the belief in protecting the town of Waterfront.

At this time, he only wanted to temper his mood and will, and to find the ladder to the highest road, he had to keep a relaxed expression at all times.

This is the last sentence that Master Druid Qingchen gave him before leaving.

Only in this way can he find a truly suitable ranger's path and temper a perfect ranger's heart.

Along the way, despite his constant silence, the talkative bard Gilter kept changing the subject:

The custom in a small village in the Yinsong Plain is to force girls to keep their virginity until they get married.

The best way to identify whether the elves women is to observe the size of their breasts.

The Great Rift Valley in the glorious south lived in the remnants of Neserel, whose sky ships often soared under the blue sky.

On the full moon night of the Black Pearl Forest, if you are lucky, you can see the dark elves living deep in the forest dancing in the sky.

Their ebony-colored skin shrouded in the moonlight is like crystal clear black pearls. The shameless poet also maliciously wonders whether the "Black Pearl" forest was named after the naked body of the dark elves...

He even kept complaining about the bards in this world, saying that none of them could be called real artists, and they didn't understand what art was.

He believes that the great significance of art lies in its ability to show the true feelings of people, the mystery of inner life and the passionate world.

Art is not created purely for art. Its main purpose is to vent most of the suppressed impulses, just like why everyone loves to read the forbidden little Huangwen.

Thorne smiled and refuted Gilter: This is not an excuse for you to be lingering in owning a special service hotel.

The two of them came to the depths of the woods and happened to find a clear river. There were several fenced farmhouses across the river. The floating smoke of cooking fires told them that there were people living there.

The excited bard volunteered to show off his skills in the woods like a child who discovered a new world.

Thorne bought a slaughtered lamb from the village opposite, while Gilter took advantage of his communication with the farmers and walked into the vegetable garden behind the house and walked away with fresh garlic, carrots, carrots and vetiver.

Then he boldly tried to steal an iron pot for cooking soup while the dwarf blacksmith was drunk and unconscious. He was bitten by a hunting dog hiding in a dark corner and chased it into the river, turning into a chicken with soup.

Finally, Thorne held the sword and threatened to throw two gold coins to the irritable dwarf blacksmith, then calmed down his anger, obtained one of the iron pots, and resolved the disaster for Gilter.

With the cheerful crackling of the bonfire, Gilter hummed a despicable little song to accompaniment the birds in the woods, carefully flipped the golden lambs, and stirred the steaming soup in the pot with peeled pine branches.

Thorne, who knew nothing about cooking, sat cross-legged under a big tree, proficient in all the moves of his four schools.

When the two had full of roasted lamb and carrot soup, Thorne lay on the branches of an oak tree with his hands behind his head.

The bard Gilter threatened to play his proud unique skills for the Ranger.

Thorne said he didn't want to hear a sad love story, he wanted to hear a song with a happy ending.

Gilter was silent for a moment, then his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and then he held the harp and began to play for the Ranger:

"The wind blows down, and the memories of the years like flowers fall with the messy steps. There is a memory that knocks over the fire in my heart, and then it burns violently. I see the red and beating heart like a flame..."

The bard Gilt held the harp tightly, his cheek pressed against the phant, and he watched the increasingly faint flames, playing non-stop.

It was a slender and elegant teak harp, with the strings made of twelve silver threads, and the zither wood was decorated with twinkling emeralds, depicting an unforgettable misty cloud.

Thorne, who was lying on the trunk of the oak tree, had never heard such a beautiful voice and such a pleasant song. This reminded him of something beautiful.

He thought of Andrea who was staying in the tower, and the experiences of the two of them coming from Winter City to Falls Town.

He thought of Lilia, a half-elf priest who was taken to by the Black Dragon, and her sweet smile guided herself from the darkness to the light...

This is a song with a very calm melody, telling of a first love:

In an ordinary life, a couple seems so calm from meeting, acquaintance, to falling in love.

There is neither great rise nor great fall.

They just walked their whole life together in a simple way.

The difference between the four seasons of the year is to work hard to maintain it in your life, feel it with the warmth, and experience the trivialities and ups and downs of daily life.

Thorne, who was so obsessed with hearing, didn't even notice a fierce and hungry zombie stopped and listened for a moment, and disappeared silently deep into the woods.

Unconsciously.

Thorne suddenly discovered that his Ranger's Heart, who had not been in motion for half a year, jumped to 96%, and the path of swordsmanship soared by 10%, becoming 60%...

At this moment, he seemed to have found a way to improve, which increased his hope of perfect advancement by another point.

When he looked at the bard with joy, he found that the other party put away his cynical and unruly expression and was staring at his harp with a slight trance.

It seemed as if the song just now touched his nerves.

In an instant, Thorne captured his fleeting expression, which was a loneliness that was extremely rare for him...it was like a tree with leaves falling, so desolate that it made people sad.

"Hey, what do you say people live for?" The bard who came to his senses looked up at the ranger in the tree and asked with a smile.

"What is human beings living for?" Thorne, who was lying on the branches, looked at him deeply and replied seriously:

"This question has actually troubled me for a long time. No matter which path we take, it will point to an answer: people live just to live."

"That's true." The poet nodded slightly, as if he agreed with the Ranger's point of view, and then said, "But isn't human life also an infinite cycle?"

"What's the solution?" Thorne sat up from the branches, and he became interested.

"No matter what life we ​​pursue, we cannot escape an unyielding reality in the end." Gilter returned to his original expression, and he stood up from the stone: "This reality is: we will die! What's the point of living?"

Thorne smiled undeniably, looking at Gilter's serious expression, and did not refute him because he was right.

Seeing Thorne smiling, Gilter was silent, and was about to continue speaking a long speech.

Suddenly, a dazzling fireball hit the direction of the Huangshou Mountains, and even the ground trembled. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Damn! Such a big meteor fell in broad daylight. Thorne! Come down and make a wish!"

"That's not a meteor, it's the Nine-ring spell "Meteor Explosion". It seems that the Wilderness Mountains are very lively." Thorne, who looked at the sky, recognized the cast spell.

When he looked at the bard on the ground, he was instantly amused by his actions.

Because the other party was really clasped his hands, his eyes closed slightly, and his mouth was lying seriously, making a wish towards the direction of the Huangshou Mountains.

After a moment, Gilter opened his eyes and said to Thorne with a smile: "What wish are you going to make?"

"Me?..." Thorne, who was sitting on the branch, looked at the other party's serious expression. He did not discourage his interest, but whispered in a serious manner:
Chapter completed!