Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 61

A lone moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down, reflecting the campfire burning in the glade.With the creaking of the branches, sparks splashed with the wind, and the air was gradually filled with the smell of fireworks.

Brian and Torviel sat around the bright and warm campfire. The long sword with a sheath hanging on his waist had already leaned against the stone beside him, and the hilt wrapped in linen bandages was reflected by the fire. flushed.

Brian, who was sitting on the stone, began to rummage through the inner bag hidden in the coat under the gaze of a pair of curious eyes, with the help of the firelight.

Soon, from his palm-sized pocket, he took out an old small cooking pot, a plate of smoked corned beef jerky, a packet of sun-dried mushrooms, a few slices of dry bread, and a can of water. leather bag.

Toviel gaped at each item that Bryan took out of his pockets as if by magic.

At this moment, she huddled up beside the campfire, her dark green cloak wrapped tightly around her shivering body, then she put her head on her knees, hugged her knees with her hands, and kept rubbing her hands together.

"If you get any closer, your hair will burn." Brian skillfully mixed various ingredients together, and suddenly sent a kind reminder to her.

Hearing this, Toviel subconsciously reached out and brushed the hair hanging on her forehead behind her ears, and then moved her body back.

Only then did he look up at the crackling of the surrounding oak tree crowns, and said to Brian worriedly:
"The wind is blowing, there is no place to shelter from the wind, and there is no help from the tree spirit. It is very difficult to live in the Blackman Forest late at night."

"The climate is indeed a bit abnormal." Sensing the chill in the air, Brian frowned. "Although winter is coming, it is still autumn after all. In this way, camping will be very painful."

After he finished speaking, he stopped the movement of his hands, and a piece of corned beef jerky that was about to be cut, suspended in mid-air, suddenly fell into the plate on the ground, making a crisp and light sound.

"You look like a mole hiding in a cave. You should need this very much. If you don't mind the smell on it, just cover it on your body. Frankly speaking, I don't want to be killed by a mole tomorrow." The sick, whose heads are still groggy from the wind-cold, are led on their way."

Brian reached into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a cashmere blanket that was the same height as him, and threw it towards Toviel.

Toviel hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his small hand to take the woolen blanket that Brian handed over.

She didn't do so, she just stared blankly at a flat pocket in Brian's jacket where the woolen blanket was taken out, her small mouth was so surprised that she stuffed an egg.

"This is magic." Brian explained to her casually, while cutting the corned beef jerky into small pieces with a dagger, "The things contained in this magic are much larger than what can be inferred from the appearance."

Among the dragon spells, there is a one-ring transformation spell, "Abdominal Narrative".

The principle is to use the effect of magic to build a second stomach with magic power in one's own stomach, which is mainly used as a dimensional bag for holding items.

This spell was invented by the dragon family, and naturally it is often used by these dragon creatures to transport treasure safely.

When they store and withdraw items, they only need to inhale them one by one, or spit them out, which is very convenient.

Brian would definitely not do such a disgraceful thing, even if he was willing to use this spell, his small mouth could not be compared with the huge mouth of the dragon.

There's not even enough room for an apple, let alone those messy items. Just thinking about it makes people feel chilly.

Therefore, the spell he used was a simplified version of "Abstracting Heaven and Earth", and its function was not to use magic power to build a magic stomach, but a pocket of clothes.

In the game world, this one-ring spell that can be mastered at a low level is a must-have skill for many wizard players in the early stage.

After all, at least 2000 gold coins are needed to buy a dimensional bag for storing items in the wizards' secret shop.

In the early stage of the game, except for local tyrants, very few people can accumulate enough wealth. The cost-effectiveness of this spell is reflected in the caster group.

Even for a certain period of time, most of them, those mages who have not yet mastered the third-ring spell, in the fixed adventure team, used this spell to work part-time as porters.

However, as the game slowly developed to the middle and late stages, the dimensional bag gradually became popular among the player group, and this first-level spell became unpopular.

The reason for this is mainly because this spell has a fatal flaw, that is, when you need to take out an item, you must chant a spell and cast this spell.

In this case, the opportunity and time to cast a spell of the first ring was wasted for no reason.

In battle, as long as there is no problem with the brain, the wizard will not store the weapons and equipment he needs in it.

Unlike the dimensional bag, you only need to tap it lightly when using it, and the stored items will appear in your hand.

It's a pity that in this low-magic plane, there are very few space equipment for storing items, and almost all of them are left by wizards from ancient times.

As the saying goes, what is rare is the most precious, and with Brian's financial resources, he would definitely not spend this wronged money on space equipment.

He only needs to have the ability to cast three-ring spells, and he can directly create them himself.

Therefore, he usually stores his clothes, expensive items or camping equipment in it.

As for sudden items such as spell-casting materials, magic scrolls, and weapons, carry them with you.

"Magic is amazing!"

Toviel stared at Brian intently, and sighed sincerely.

Then she poked her head out of the hood, sniffed the smell on the wool blanket lightly with her nose up, frowned again, then raised her head and asked curiously: "Since your pocket can hold so many things, Why not build a…”

In the middle of speaking, the sensitive elf girl suddenly noticed that Brian's movement of chopping jerky was obviously paused, and there was a slight expression change on his face, so he quickly lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and honestly kept silent.

"Are you trying to say, why don't I put a house in it, right?" Brian glanced at the innocent elf girl angrily, "Why don't you just bring a set of three bedrooms and one living room with you?" The house is over."

In fact, there is indeed such a very convenient spell.

And it's not one bedroom and three living rooms, it's directly a mansion with a courtyard, for example: the seven-ring spell "Mage Mansion" of the conjuration system.

A powerful legendary wizard can even create his own demiplane.

But with Brian's current strength, he was still far behind.

Sometimes he would also think that it would be great if this small world belonged to him.

But every time he thought about it, the tragic scenes caused by ancient evil things to the world would appear in his mind uncontrollably, making him feel as if he had been poured cold water on him, giving up this unrealistic idea. .

Silence fell between the two of them without warning, save for the calm and pleasant rustling of the canopies of the surrounding oaks.

With a cold face, Brian poured the prepared ingredients into the small cooking pot.

Looking at the expressionless Brian, Toviel didn't know what he said wrong just now, so he could only retract his head into the hood embarrassingly.

A gust of cold wind hit, Toviel shivered, and immediately wrapped the woolen blanket that Brian handed to him, and felt much better.

Then, she took out a pack of dry food wrapped in a handkerchief from her pocket, preparing to fill her stomach and go to bed early.

"Put away your dry food." Brian picked up the leather bag containing water, filled the small cooking pot, then closed the lid, and controlled the boiling pot to float to the center of the campfire by using the telekinesis ability. The wineskin bag moved towards the campfire, and said to himself in the tone of a wandering adventurer:

"Your dry food is useless at all. You know, on this bone-chilling night, hot food can not only warm your body, but also nourish your spirit. If you drink it with a bottle of good wine, then When you sleep, hug me again..."

Brian, who noticed that his words were wrong, stopped the car in time, added a few dry sticks to the campfire, and calmly controlled the fire, cooking food.

Toviel looked at the small cooking pot that was licked by the flames, bit his lower lip, and put away his hard-to-swallow dry food.

She curled up in the woolen blanket, then looked up at Brian, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, little girl." Brian lowered his head and smiled, and said nothing more.

"I'm not a little girl!" Toviel heard this, and mustered up the courage to argue:

"My actual age is much older than you, so don't pretend to be old-fashioned. When I practice bow and arrow, your human father or mother may be a baby. Even if you are a half-elf, I probably will outlive your grandson."

After Toviel finished speaking in one breath, he immediately felt that his depressed heart was finally relieved a lot.

For some reason, she felt that in front of this half-elf, she was like a child who was afraid of doing something wrong. She had to be careful about what she said, lest she said something wrong and make the other party angry.

Now, she finally succeeded in counterattacking once by virtue of her racial advantage, but the opponent was speechless, which made her feel a little proud.

"Really?" Brian raised his eyelids lightly, and looked at the stubborn little face of the elf girl through the gaps in his eyelashes.

Looking at the eyes shining like obsidian blocks under the firelight, Tovir suddenly shrank his eyes guiltyly, and hid in the hood again.

Seeing this, Brian felt amused, so his eyes flickered, and he laughed and teased: "Then what should I call you, a little girl who is as old as grandma?"

"You..." Toviel blushed at Brian's joke, but fortunately covered by the shadow of the hood, it was hard to detect, she immediately emphasized: "I'm not as big as you think."

"Yeah." Brian showed an expression that I knew, and said with a meaningful smile: "I've seen it a long time ago, it's really not that big."

While he was speaking, he deliberately aimed at the bulging chest of the elf girl with a pair of provocative eyes, scaring her like a frightened deer, and hurriedly dodged away.

"No, I was affecting the accuracy of shooting, deliberately..." Tovel, who was trying to explain, realized that he had let slip the truth, and was so panicked that he could only reach out and cover his lips, like a little turtle, His head was huddled in the woolen blanket and he said nothing.

Seeing the funny look of the other party, Brian chuckled, restrained the expression on his face, and said no more.

Then, he picked up the wine bag next to the campfire, unscrewed the stopper that was smoking lightly, and took a big gulp of wine with his head raised.

After a while, the meat porridge in the small cooking pot was ready. Brian took out the only wooden bowl, served it to Toviel with a spoon, put two pieces of dry and hard bread on it, and passed it over.

This elf girl with a slightly embarrassed expression had obviously attracted her attention long ago by the delicious meat porridge.

When Brian handed it over, she just reached out and took it.

Then, skillfully broke a piece of dry and hard bread into the shape of a shovel, dug into the thick meat porridge in the bowl, and ate it with relish.

For a long time, beside their campfire, they could only hear the sound of smashing mouths, chewing, and the sound of wooden spoons scratching the bottom of the pot.

Just when Brian was packing up his things and was about to rest, the security circle he had set up in the bush suddenly made a crisp sound, making him stand up reflexively.

"What's going on?" Tovel also stood up and asked.

Brian pondered for a moment, as if he had sensed something, he immediately looked towards a bush near the sturdy oak tree.

"It turned out to be a small animal that broke in rashly." Brian looked relieved and muttered with a smile.

Then he waved his hand, and in the bushes, a frantically struggling little white rabbit floated in mid-air strangely and flew towards him.

Then, holding the rabbit's two long ears, he returned to his seat, took out a dagger, and prepared to kill it.

In fact, he wasn't full just now, and he planned to just spend the night like this, but he didn't expect the takeaway to be delivered to his door, so Brian naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to add another meal.

"Are you going to kill it?" Toviel asked.

"What's the problem?" Brian paused and asked back.

"It's okay." Toviel shook his head quickly, glanced at the oak tree not far away, prayed in his heart, and couldn't bear to look directly away.

Half an hour later, with the campfire crackling, Brian was spinning a cleaned rabbit around the flames.

At this time, the golden roasted rabbit was dripping with oil, and the aroma was overflowing.

Brian reached out and cut a small piece of rabbit meat from the fire and threw it into his mouth.

Although it tasted a little hard and there was no sauce, it was still delicious for Brian, who is never picky.

Feeling the fragrance in the air, Toviel raised her eyelids, she was curled up in the woolen blanket from the beginning to the end, without saying a word.

Seeing Brian eating with gusto, she thought about it, and finally couldn't help but said: "This is the woodland of dryads, and you can't kill any small animals in nature here, not to mention, you..."

"You mean I've desecrated this place, right?" Brian interrupted, glancing at the oak tree behind him.

He is naturally very clear about this rule.

However, the current dryad has long since disappeared into this world, so he doesn't need to abide by these rules and regulations.

Brian didn't want to discuss this sensitive topic, so he ate rabbit meat and drank wine without answering.

Toviel looked at Brian's displeased face, bit his lower lip, and finally didn't say anything.

The wind was blowing fiercely, the campfire was dimming, and the dead branches were burning red, crackling from time to time, and burst into flickering flames.

Brian, who was leaning against the tree and never fell asleep, got up and wrapped the cashmere blanket around the sleeping Toviel, and turned to look at the tallest oak tree in the forest.

The firelight illuminated his black hair, cutting out his sharp silhouette.

"Sina Fey Melianne?"

Brian raised his head, silently gazing at the canopy of the oak tree.

The night was dark, the wind was blowing, the yellow oak leaves rustled peacefully and the branches creaked.

There is no frightening sea of ​​fire, and no screaming.

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(End of this chapter)