He turned back and glanced into the darkness. Far away from the camp, there was another bonfire shining like a star. The bonfire was so weak that it seemed as if it would go out at any time.
Beside the campfire, there seemed to be a lonely, thin figure.
Seeing this scene, Brando couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
It wasn't that he didn't want the half-elf girl to camp with them, but the other party's vigilance was beyond his imagination. He didn't know what kind of experience had created such a character in a little girl, but the other party didn't want to get close to her no matter what.
Their camp is only willing to set up a separate camp dozens of meters away from their camp.
She refused their help. Although it was a bit difficult, both the small campfire and the simple tent were completed by her alone. Only when Huang Huo gave her the canvas and wood to build the tent, the little elf girl
I just said "thank you" lightly.
But it seemed that she didn't realize that the so-called 'extra' wood and canvas were actually disassembled directly from a intact tent by Brando.
When they were lighting a fire, Brando noticed that the little elf girl was setting up a tent alone. After nightfall, when they were grilling fish, she was still setting up a tent. Now the lonely figure finally stopped and looked like
The camp has been set up.
Brando saw exactly this scene when he walked through the darkness of more than ten meters between the two camps and came to the weak campfire.
The bonfire was in a wind stove surrounded by several stones. Among the embers of dead branches, there were still the last few wisps of flames. The half-elf girl was still wearing her tattered and obviously one-size-larger goat-headed cult robe.
The legs are bent together, one hand is wrapped around the calf, and the other hand is holding two or three dead branches.
She put her head on her knees and seemed to be trembling a little. Brando understood at a glance that she had not found much firewood. In order to ensure that the bonfire did not go out, she could only maintain such a weak flame.
But this little flame was not enough to keep warm in the middle of the night at this time of year in Tochik.
"Why don't you enter the tent?" Brando stood in the darkness for a moment and suddenly said.
The little half-elf girl didn't notice Brando's approach at all. She was so frightened that she jumped up from the ground like a cat. But she couldn't stand up because she was frozen and actually sat down on the ground. But even though
In this way, Brando still saw clearly that her hands were pressed on the hilt of the dagger for the first time.
I really don't know what kind of life this poor little girl lived before. Brando couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. When he approached the other party's camp, he suddenly realized that the 'tent' she had built was not at all
Just the same thing.
She had no nails or ropes to fix the canvas and wooden frame. Brando couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He should have thought of this earlier, but the little girl didn't bring it up. He thought she had already trudged in the swamp.
After such a long time, I think there should be something corresponding.
Unexpectedly, he was still different.
"It's not good to be so aggressive," he couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you tell us?"
The other party did not answer. He just held the hilt of the sword tightly, and a pair of somewhat indifferent silver eyes stared at him vigilantly through the lower edge of the hood, as sensitive as a feline guarding its territory.
It's just a kitten with no ability to protect itself.
Brando sighed, and without waiting for the little girl to answer, he walked over and put up her tent again, then took out the rope from the bag and fixed it for her, then pulled the canvas and fixed it with iron nails.
on the ground.
The little elf girl didn't speak, just watched his every move coldly. Brando noticed that her body was extremely tense, as if she would pull out the sword without hesitation if she made even the slightest move.
Take action against him.
After thinking about it, she also understood that she could not be Brando's opponent.
But Brando was afraid that she would hurt herself. Looking at her legs wrapped hastily with bandages, it turned out that Huang Huo wanted to lend her her boots, but she insisted not to, and only wanted some bandages. Those bandages
Apparently it wasn't wrapped well enough, even the toes were exposed.
Noticing Brando's gaze, the little elf girl shrank subconsciously. Brando actually saw a look of inferiority on the other person's face for the first time.
"Where's your sister?"
The little girl suddenly trembled and looked at him with an expression of disbelief on her face, but this expression was quickly replaced by a deeper vigilance.
She still closed her mouth and said nothing.
If he hadn't heard her say "thank you" to Huang Huo before, Brando would have almost thought that she couldn't speak and was mute.
"It seems like you are indeed my sister," Brando nodded: "Are you here for your sister?"
Still no answer.
"You don't have to worry too much. You should be able to see that if we were on the same side as those people, you wouldn't be able to escape at all, right?"
"Thanks……"
"What?" Brando was stunned for a moment. With his perceptual ability, he just couldn't hear the little girl's voice.
"Thank you...you..." The voice was a little louder, but it was extremely jerky, as if the owner of the voice could no longer speak because he rarely communicated with others.
Brando heard it clearly this time. He looked at the little girl wearing a wrinkled robe, who looked alert and somewhat restrained, and felt extremely pity in his heart.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" he asked softly.
The little girl shook her head.
"Even about your sister?"
The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head firmly.
Brando suddenly understood. He took a closer look at the little girl and silently put away his sympathy.
He was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "My name is Brando, what's your name."
"Ling..."
"Ling Tireti Tiamas..."
The voice said softly and weakly.
When Brando returned to the bonfire in the camp, Prime Minister Qianjin had already restored her smiling expression. When she saw Brando returning empty-handed, a smile flashed through her purple eyes again and she said: "How was it?"
"Don't plot against this little girl," Brando glanced at her angrily, knowing that the prime minister's daughter was deliberately making fun of him: "I put part of the food in her tent, she will see it."
"Why don't you hand it to her face to face?"
"She doesn't have many things, but they are very precious. We can't take away those things." Brando took a breath and replied.
"She is a very cute little girl, right?"
Brando glanced at her angrily, but Delphine didn't take it seriously. He only made a move to invite him to sit next to her. Brando was stunned for a moment, and then saw that Delphine had returned the previous
His blanket was spread out.
Brando hesitated for a moment, but somehow he sat down.
He felt Delphine leaning his head over, and the faint fragrance of the girl's hair lingered on his nose. A moment later, before he could speak, the girl had already said: "Are you starting to doubt what I said before?
Are those words true or false, sir?"
"A little……"
"Don't worry. What I said is true, but at least for now, let me dream for a while, okay?" Delphine replied faintly: "Because I am also very tired, Lord Lord."
Brando opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade her to say something, but when the words came to an end, he could not say it out. Reviving the Nidwin family was Delphine's obsession, and why wasn't he the same?
If it weren't for this obsession, how could he have come here? When he came to this world called Warnd, the two souls merged into one. How could he have known so many people and experienced so many things?
thing?
He raised his head and looked into the air following the rising sparks from the bonfire.
In the hazy night, there seemed to be stars shining through the diffuse mist, and the red moon Maya hung above the starry sky. Just like what is described in myths and legends, the gods looked at the earth with the eyes of the stars.
That is the fate and pulse of this world.
It's connecting everyone.
…
Red Moon Maya.
Grand Duke Stik turned around from the terrace. Above the lofty inland sea, where the stars have remained unchanged for thousands of years, a bright moon hung alone, and the dark harbor was lined with sails and masts. But there was no sound, only the sound of waves, far away.
From a distance, "Father Ferson, I'm thinking about a question... I wonder if the moonlight we see today also comes from that magnificent era a thousand years ago. Perhaps everything seen by two generations is not the same."
Not much difference?"
"You are sentimental, my lord."
"It's hard not to be sentimental. Time flies by, and countless things in the world have decayed and changed, but there are some things that are eternal and unique. It's really enviable, even if we know that behind this full moon is us.
The biggest enemy, but in my lifetime, I still want to see the moonlight, the beauty of this sublime inland sea and our most beautiful world. Maybe this is the so-called trouble of mortals, because I am too short-lived, so I will
Concentrate on eternal beauty."
"That's because we love this land deeply. We call the land under our feet our homeland. It is the land that gave birth to us. Since my childhood, I have been familiar with everything about this city. I have witnessed the cloak
With the prosperity and development of the bay, I once left here to make a career, but after leaving the post of Bishop of the Wand, I returned to this place in my old age, because this land gave me life. On my deathbed,
At that moment, I will return all its gifts to the cradle and home it gave me."
"It's a pity that Lord Martha is destined to make a joke for us two old guys," Archduke Stick said with a smile: "After all, only one of us can rest here and rest here, while the other one has to leave here. Maybe
After a long, long time, the people of this land will not be able to return to their hometown."
"But we already have the answer, don't we?"
"Thank you, my old friend," the Grand Duke looked at the other party deeply: "Actually, I really envy you. Like you, I also grew up on this land.
Memories that should have been forgotten long ago became increasingly clear at this moment. I suddenly remembered everything that happened on a certain day under that city wall, on that street, in that forest. I remembered
He thought about his long-dead grandmother, the mill that was demolished before the Six-Day War, and a certain depression outside the city..."
"My God, I never thought that I have spent so much time here, from boyhood to adulthood, from adulthood to middle age, and then to old age." The Duke's eyes were a little moist:
“It’s only when they are lost that they become more cherished.”
"So I am lucky," the priest smiled lightly: "But you must take our hope away from here. I will sleep in the present forever, and the promise you gave me is to bring the future back here."
The Duke nodded, and he patted the priest on the shoulder. This was undoubtedly a rude move, but no one cared about it at the moment. "Let's go," he said, "go meet our guests, the beloved ones of wisdom, we
We were once enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future."
