Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The black-skinned people are a group of people living in the southern Midsummer Islands. They are undoubtedly a member of human beings, but their appearance is so special that people usually treat them differently from ordinary humans.Their skin is dark, with a wide nose and thick lips turned outwards. Their hair is curly and fluffy like fried. Most of the men shaved their heads and painted tribal patterns on their faces. Hoop earrings with bigger ears.

The group of black-skinned people diverged from humans on the mainland very early, perhaps because the climate of the Midsummer Islands is warm and humid, there is no winter, there is sufficient food and there are no foreign enemies, which leads to the lack of motivation for the black-skinned people to create new things. They also lived the life of primitive tribes.

From a certain point of view, suffering is the best catalyst for civilization. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia · Humanoid Creatures"

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Phils has always been very curious. Although Avondel's bag doesn't seem to hold too many things, he can always come up with all kinds of things. Now this curiosity is stronger, and he has a face full of eagerness to pounce. Going up to take a look, he asked, "What's going on, is your bag some kind of magic item? Or is it just a trick like the magic collar last time?"

Palos understood a little bit: "This is space magic, isn't it?"

"Yes." For the two of them, there are some matters that are not very important to the two of them, and Evandel does not intend to hide any more, "I was lucky enough to get a 'key' to a space, and that space was only as big as a room, but time The passage of time is dozens of times slower than in our world, and fresh meat will not rot after more than half a month, so it is a good warehouse.”

As he spoke, he took out a pair of deerskin gloves from his bag and put them on his hands, stirred the pot of hair dye that had cooled down and turned into a paste, dug out a lump and began to dye his hair, and finished wiping his hair Later, he applied the remaining hair dye to Palos's short black hair.

After a while, they washed the sticky hair dye off their heads in the stream, and Evandel's beautiful blond hair turned brown, and Palos's black hair turned dark brown.

Palos looked at his reflection, reached out and touched it, but it didn't get stained at all: "How long can this last?"

"Until the new hair grows."

Phils was a little eager to try: "Is that all you cooked, and if you don't give me some?"

Evandel took off the deerskin gloves and threw them away with a smile: "Your appearance is not as simple as hair color, and I can't make leather dyes."

Firth's eyebrows drooped: "Then what should I do?"

"I have another way." Evandel took out a green turban from his bag, wrapped Phils's white hair, and even the upper half of his ear, and painted it on his face I drew some patterns on it, and explained to him while doing these things, "From now on, your identity to the outside world is a black-skinned person. You have to remember some basic knowledge of black-skinned people. They live in midsummer in the south of the mainland. On the archipelago, you live the life of a primitive tribe. You were discriminated against by the tribe because of your natural white hair and thin body, so you left the Midsummer Islands and went outside to roam around. You can't use your real name or reveal yourself before you get honor tribe. I will tell you more about the customs of the black skin people in the future, and you must keep it in mind in case of emergencies.”

Phils curled his lips: "It's really tiring to tell a lie, and you have to remember so many things."

"You can also choose to be your truest self, but I can't take a wanted criminal who will be recognized wherever I go."

Phils immediately changed his tone: "Although lying is a troublesome and troublesome thing, it's just a trivial matter to me. Don't worry, I will definitely do it well!"

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After dinner, Phils claimed to go for a walk to digest food, and Palos approached Evandel: "Mr. Evandel..."

The mage looked at him knowingly: "We are going north tomorrow, and Blackwater City is to the south, do you know which way to go?"

"Well..." Palos was here to talk about this matter. He knew it was impolite not to look at the other party when he was speaking, but he had to muster up a lot of courage to look directly at Evandel's face, "I still Decided to follow you, even if you will encounter danger or even die. Even if I meet other Templars who don’t know the truth, I will not hesitate. They fight for the justice in their hearts, and I will also fight for what I think is right Fighting is life or death, each depends on his ability. Every Templar is ready when he is trained, and fighting for justice—or at least what he thinks is justice to the death—is our due end."

Evandel smiled: "So you think that I, a mage, is on the side of justice?"

"Right and wrong are not things that can be explained so easily, and I am still a little confused." Palos mustered up his courage, looked directly at Evandel with brown eyes and said the next sentence, "However, I believe you. "

After saying these words that he had thought about for a long time, he was a little nervous and silent - he still remembered how the other party refused to follow Phils over and over again, and Palos might be less likely to get a mage than a former assassin with dark elf blood Trust, after all, he is a Templar, and he is in the same group as those who are going to kill people after using Avondel.

Fortunately, Evandel didn't mean to refuse at all: "Since you decided to follow me, don't use honorifics and honorific words to me in the future. You are so strict and polite, you can see that you are from the Knights Templar, no Help us hide our identities."

"Okay, I will." Palos breathed a sigh of relief.

Evandel patted the fur cushion beside him: "Go to rest early, there will be a long way to go tomorrow."

"Okay, you... You too, go to bed early."

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Before leaving the cave where they lived for a few days, Palos neatly stacked his armor in the corner of the cave, and the shield with the mark of the Church of the God of Light was also placed beside him. He also wanted to put the long sword Anyone with a little knowledge of this standard weapon can recognize that it was made by the Knights Templar, but Evandel said: "Keep it, you will need a weapon before you leave the forest. Weapons for self-defense."

Palos nodded, hung the sword on his body, and planned to find a place where no one was there to throw it away after leaving the forest.

Outside the cave, Alkai was crushing some leaves together, Phils watched curiously, and kept asking questions, but Alkai ignored him, and waited for Evandel to come out. The silent ranger handed Avandell a lump of spicy paste, and the always neat and decent mage didn't care about his image, so he took it and applied it to his face, and asked Phils and Palos to do the same.

"Do we really need to paint a big face?" Firth wrinkled his nose, watching Evandel paint his handsome face as colorful as Alkai.

"Not only the face, but all the exposed skin must be painted again. This thing can repel insects." Evandel said, "I know it doesn't smell very good when it's fresh, but in this forest, everything depends on al Kay can't go wrong."

After the three of them had covered themselves with camouflage, Alkai led them in one direction without saying a word, and his gray wolf followed not far away, shaking his head from time to time, trying to hitch a ride with the horse on his neck. Natalie threw it down, but unfortunately the bat's four paws firmly grasped its fur, but it couldn't go down, and it quickly crawled to the other side when it stopped and scratched with its hind legs.

Evandel walked behind Alkai, looked at the ranger's silent back, and heard Phils chattering behind him, trying to chat with Palos, and suddenly felt a little emotional about the impermanence of the world.

In order to obtain the Wheel of the Arcane, he temporarily restrained some of his casualness and meanness, and reluctantly walked with the Templars and mercenaries for a period of time. This was not a pleasant experience for him. Compared with others Walking together, the mage prefers to be alone, he can leave as he wants, stop as he wants, without any worries.

In the first few years when he just passed the trial of the mage tower and became a free mage, he also hired some strong helpers to make up for his own shortcomings. At the beginning, he always hugged and became friends with others However, the quality of mercenaries fighting for money is generally mixed. Some are self-righteous and do not listen to his orders. As a result, they not only lose their lives, but also put mages in danger. Greed, feeling that they have the right to get more, and even thinking of killing their employer and taking the treasure for themselves, and some have inexplicable jealousy and hatred towards him, maybe because they are jealous that he has life and money that others do not have. and ability, maybe just because his appearance is more attractive to women.

After several lessons, Avondel found that instead of spending time dealing with these troublesome relationships and being on guard against dangers from around him, it would be easier to be alone.Anyway, he already has his own storage space, and no longer needs others to help him carry luggage and trophies, and Natalie can watch for him at night, and he will doze off during the vigil, even if he is asleep, he will snore Mercenaries are much more reliable.

Avandell once thought that he would continue to be alone like this, until the experience of almost being poisoned to death finally made him have to admit that the enemies he provoked this time may not be able to deal with him alone.

Thinking of the troubles that might arise after bringing his companions, the mage sighed softly.

Palos walked at the back of the line, and at first he just followed the people in front. After a while, he vaguely felt that there was something on the back of his neck. He stretched out his hand and touched a cold, soft, wriggling flesh. piece.