The next morning, Boom and Rikka quietly put away the Wonder House and left the riverside. After all, there were many people talking here, so it was not the best place for the two of them to live now.
Walking all the way north, after two hours, the two finally returned to the iron birch forest. Looking around, it was still lonely and silent, and the air was still filled with coldness.
Gently pushing aside the fallen leaves, Boom cleaned up the originally dug campfire pit. Rikka went directly into the Wonder House, intending to inventory the supplies in the dimensional space.
Perhaps because of the grilled sausages he had eaten the day before, Boom rarely showed off his cooking skills today. This was the only thing he could do to please Rikka.
Several fresh fish were disembowelled, sweet shrimps were twitching on the iron sticks, and vegetables had been cut into small pieces. The smell of spices filled the air, and finally mixed into Boom's unique secret recipe.
A small fireball like a fingernail fell into the pit and made a crackling sound after a few minutes. Boom took out a book from his storage bag and read it while waiting for Rikka to walk out of the Wonder House. p>
The autumn breeze blows, and fallen leaves slowly fall from the sky. The iron birch trees are like giant wooden piles, as if they have no interest in anything in the world, letting the years flow, waiting for the seasons to change.
Steam rose, and the lid of the iron kettle rattled as the boiling water stirred it. Boom sprinkled the newly bought tea leaves into the earthenware cup, and sat still with an expectant look on his face.
The aroma of tea and rotten leaves mixed together, and then entered the mouth along with the woody aroma of iron birch. Boom slowly closed the book and looked blankly at the sky.
He is a person who likes peace, and it is best to be so stable for the rest of his life. His greatest wish is to forget time, and to stay away from the crowd is the direction of his efforts.
The clouds kept twisting and changing, sometimes showing the outline of a beast, sometimes like a spider web. But in the end they came together to form the appearance of six flowers.
Boom grinned, and then drank hot tea again. More than two hours later, Rikka walked out of the Wonder House and landed opposite Boom.
"How's it going? Have you had a good time these two days?" Boom handed the hot milk that had been prepared to the other party, and then asked with a smile.
"It's okay, I've finished counting all the things, and my brother didn't say anything about coming to the dimensional space to help others, you big bad guy!" Rikka replied very dissatisfied.
However, Boom did not respond. He took out the roasted food that he had marinated and quickly placed them around the bonfire.
Rikka, who was still a little uninterested, kept twitching her little nose. As for Boom's barbecue skills, she is the diner who has enjoyed it the most.
The sunset was blocked by the iron birch trees, and spots of light clung to the fallen leaves. The stream not far away flowed quietly, and the aroma of barbecue diffused in the air.
"Brother, your grilled sausage is much more delicious than the boss along the inland river." Rikka kept praising it while chewing.
"Everyone has his or her own characteristics. If you are used to eating what I cook, you are just used to it." Even though Boom said this, there was still a smile on his face.
Time passed little by little, and eventually all the light faded from the whole world, and the ink-like sky became deeper and deeper. The moon was bright in the sky, stars were dotted, and the hoot of owls could be heard from time to time.
Boom poured the remaining ingredients into the iron pot, and then added some salt. The aroma reappeared, and the two took out the bread, dipped it in the chowder and ate again.
This is Boom's habit, or he has never had the problem of wasting things. What's more, although this pot of stew doesn't look good, it tastes very good.
While sipping the chowder, Rikka quietly looked at Boom. She felt that he was really happy now, at least far more natural and carefree than when he was in Hornworm Bay.
"Brother, why don't I go shopping by myself in the future? I feel like my brother prefers to live in the dense iron birch forest."
Rikka forced out a smile. Although she didn't want to say these words, Boom was the person she cared about most. As long as the other person was truly happy, it didn't matter whether he stayed with her or not.
"Huh? What are you thinking about, Rikka? Although I like peace and quiet, I prefer hanging out with you, as long as you don't ask me to carry so many things."
Boom said without thinking, these were his thoughts, and he didn't know how many times he repeated them. He only had a relative like Rikka, and even if she really planned to settle along the inland river, Boom would eventually agree.
When Rikka heard the words, she leaned on Boom's shoulder. Although these words were expected, she would never get tired of hearing them.
She liked Boom's pampering and was used to his indulgence. That feeling made Rikka intoxicated, and it was the whole meaning of her existence.
The bonfire crackled, and a few night moths that didn't want to disappear rushed in. But in the end, they merged with the bonfire and never made a sound again.
The two packed up their things and put the iron pot up again. The two figures kept swaying behind them, like streams that were going nowhere, or like dead leaves buried in the soil.
"Brother, what will happen to us in the future? Where do you want to go? Where is the end point?" Rikka closed the novel and asked softly.
Rikka has always wanted to know Boom's plan so that she can prepare as soon as possible. No matter whether the other party wants to become a noble or hide in the iron birch forest forever.
"I don't have any plans. I just want to know more about things I don't know and see more of the world."
"It would be great if I could become a great mage, but if I can't, my life won't change much."
"My brother is just such a person. He has no clear goals and no strong desires."
"Actually, many people are like me. They live just to live, and eat just to see the morning light the next day."
"Recognize your position and strive to do your best in this position. This may be what I want to do. As for the end point, it is where you are."
Boom said softly while playing with the black wooden staff. He is a very realistic person. He will neither daydream nor dream of one day surpassing the strongest.
The so-called goals are products that only exist at a certain stage. As life goes up and down, goals should also change accordingly.
"Humph! People don't understand this! But Rikka hopes that she can travel around the world, hopes to go to the Shimmering Forest to thank the elves, and hopes to go to the Whispering Forest to reunite with sister Christine."
"Of course, my brother must accompany me. Even if he doesn't want to, he can't abandon Rikka."
Rikka tilted her little head and thought for a moment, then patted Boom carelessly. In her eyes, the culprit of Boom's character was simply that he had been alone for too long.
In just a few years, I believe Boom will become just like me, and he will love hanging out and eating sugar cakes.
However, after Boom was patted by Rikka, as if he had been hit by a wild boar, he tilted his head and fell into the dead leaves.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and then they struggled into a ball. The bonfire kept swaying, and the figures of Boom and Rikka overlapped and never separated.