Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

At night, Tilan, Orlesi, and the newly-acquainted Sura sat by the campfire.

The wood in the jungle carried a lot of moisture, and when it burned, white smoke curled up. From time to time, tiny bubbles bulged out from the cross-section, making a sizzling sound.

Next to the campfire was a slanted stone slab, on which were yellowed dry hard bread, which gave off a faint fragrance after being heated.

Orlesi was lying diagonally beside Tilan at this moment, with her head on the girl's knees, her arms slightly folded, and she was sleeping soundly. Her long silver hair fell on her white neck and grass leaves, reflecting a faint halo under the light of the fire.

Tilan occasionally picked up a branch to stir the fire and talked to Sura opposite. At this moment, Sura was using tools to tinker with the gun in his hand, as if he was maintaining and repairing it.

"Did you make the gun yourself?" Tilan looked through the fire and looked at the gun with a wooden stock with a little curiosity.

"Yes, I finally found an abandoned lathe recently. The first thing I did after repairing it was to make this gun, but it looks like there are still many areas that need improvement." Sura explained while removing various parts with a screwdriver for inspection.

"Although I have received good training, my size and strength are still too small. If I can avoid close combat, it is better not to fight in close combat." She explained her behavior, and then seemed to remember something and asked Tilan.

"You look very good at using a lance. Have you learned it before?"

"Yes, I learned it from a group of knights before." Tilan replied.

"Knight, it seems that you come from a big family." She seemed not surprised by this medieval title.

"Are there knights around here too?" Tilan asked.

"There shouldn't be any nearby. There may be a small number of knight-like defense personnel in places where the Gray Feathers gather. If we really want to talk about organized knights, we should talk about the Mouse Ear Kingdom in the East. They have very brave teams."

"The Mouse Ears are not tall, about the same size as me, but there are many of them. The kingdom has also formed a patrol knight group to maintain the safety of the territory."

"Didn't you say before that there were war machines roaming around and killing, so why can the Mouse Ears establish a kingdom?"

"That's because my settlement and race are relatively weak. There are also some powerful races who can maintain the safety of their own territories and have ways to keep war machines away from their own territories. Otherwise, if those machines were allowed to kill, the world would have perished long ago."

"Mechanical Council..." Tilan recalled the long history of the cult.

"Yes, it seems to be called the ρ Mechanical Council. They are the creation of the sun Rou." Sura said that he was very knowledgeable.

"It sounds particularly ancient." It turned out to be the 17th generation of the ρ Mechanical Council that had already perished. Tilan was very surprised.

The two chatted slowly. When both sides of the pancake were heated, Sura picked it up, divided it into three pieces, and handed two of them to Tilan.

"We can only make do with it today. We should be able to eat something good when we return to the settlement tomorrow. Although the moose boss is a little rough, he is still good at cooking."

"Yeah." Tilan took it and shook Ores, who was sleeping on her knees, to wake her up and eat.

Ores, who woke up in a daze, had a confused look in her eyes. She came back to her senses after seeing the fire and the pancake in the girl's hand.

"Tilan, I want to eat." She said her desire in a simple and direct way.

"Okay, take your time, don't swallow it." Fearing that Ores would eat too quickly and block her throat, Tilan broke the pancake into smaller pieces and handed it to her, and then picked up a water cup made from wood on the side and asked her to drink some water.

Soon, this third of the pancake was eaten, but Ores was obviously not full yet, and looked at the remaining part in Tilan's hand eagerly.

"Alas..." Tilan smiled and shook her head, and divided out half of it again, that is, one-sixth, and handed it to Orles.

"I can't give you the rest, at least let me taste it."

Orles continued to eat the broken bread by Tilan in small bites, and finally licked Tilan's fingers stained with flour grains with her tongue. The slight itch and wetness from the fingertips made the girl involuntarily retract her fingers.

"Don't lick it randomly, it's not very clean." Tilan taught her, and then slowly ate her share.

The wheat grains in the bread were not ground very finely, and there were even a few bran grains mixed in it. This situation is almost impossible to encounter in modern society, which makes Tilan feel a little fresh. As for the taste, it is very bland. After all, there are no other seasonings or ingredients. Fortunately, this kind of bread can be stored for a long time after baking, which is suitable for carrying when traveling far away.

"Why did Sura come out this time?"

"Of course I came out to hunt, but unfortunately I didn't encounter any suitable prey, but I encountered those 'black-spotted beasts'."

"The 'black-spotted beast' is the beast you stabbed to death during the day. Doesn't it count as prey?"

"Of course it doesn't count. Although it has a lot of meat, it can't be eaten. It's full of poison." Sura shook his head.

"These guys are not natural products, but war beasts cultivated by the 'red poison species'. Those guys are like war machines that like to kill. They are hated by all races on the continent."

"Oh no." She suddenly remembered something.

"We have to go back quickly tomorrow. If the 'black-spotted beast' appears here, it means that the 'red poison species' should be nearby. These guys are robbers who plunder everywhere, setting fires and seizing slaves everywhere. We have to go back and tell the moose boss."

"Hey, is it that serious?" Tilan was quite surprised.

"Of course, although there are good and bad people in each race, you'd better not believe any of the 'red poison species'. They are all bad to the core. They are not followers of the Holy Sun. They are a race created purely for war."

"I heard that when the Holy Suns fought in the past, these guys were thrown onto the enemy's planet. They are extremely resistant to various toxic radiations. At the same time, they continue to spread various toxic radiations and destroy the environment of the local planet. As a result, the Holy Sun has become weak due to the large-scale death of the followers."

"These guys are poisonous wherever they go. If they were not particularly cunning and treacherous, they would have been exterminated long ago." At this point, Sura was so angry that even the tool in his hand had a scratch.

"Well, then go to bed early today?" Tilan thought about it and answered.

"Yeah, go to bed early and get up early." Sura said as he ate the bread at hand, then gulped down the water, and then packed up the tools and gun in his hand.

After that, the three of them lay down around the fire, extinguished the bonfire, and then surrounded it with broken branches and leaves to block their sight and prevent other possible animals from approaching, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, the three people who got up early set out shortly after the sky was bright, and walked towards the outside of the jungle. Along the way, there were grass and dense vegetation. The three of them were in a hurry and got quite embarrassed. They were stained with a lot of fallen leaves and dirt. However, when they walked out of the jungle, they saw a vast savannah in the distance, with yellow and green interlaced. Under the vast sky, several eagles flew through the sky.

"Let's go, under the red rock is our settlement home!" Sura stood on a small earth slope and pointed to the vaguely visible red rock mountain in the distance.