Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The Autumn Hunting Festival is a traditional festival of the elves, and it is also the most important festival. Unlike the New Year of humans, the Autumn Hunting Festival of the elves does not have a unified day. Each tribe has its own time, so as to avoid too concentrated large-scale hunting damage to forest ecology.

The Autumn Hunting Festival usually lasts for several days. The earliest source of this festival was to store meat for the winter. Later, the nature of the festival changed from a simple competition of which hunter got the most and best prey to an all-round competition. Tribal members Get together to compete in many events such as tree climbing, running, jumping, fighting, archery, etc. Of course, the most important part-hunting is also indispensable.

The boys will compete to express themselves in the autumn hunting festival, hoping to win the favor of the girls, but sometimes the girls will not be outdone. The winner will wear a laurel wreath and be respected and worshiped by the tribe members. -- "Encyclopedia of Fei Nuo Continental Customs"

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After Princess Inelia left, Palos asked Evandel: "Do you want to unite the elves to fight against the church?"

"Yes, I can't solve the Knights Templar alone. I need allies, an army, and all possible help. Elves are obviously the best choice."

Palos was silent for a while without speaking, and Evandel asked: "Do you still have unrealistic expectations for them? Rafaqi and his mage hunters are just a trivial part of this conspiracy." , Think about who can order your mentor to do such a crazy thing, and how many people directly participate in it or sit by and watch it happen? The Church of the God of Light has been corrupt for so many years, and it is already terminally ill. If a big tree grows from the root If it is rotten, the best way is to plan it out. As the fruit of this tree, it is natural for you to feel reluctant. If you don’t want to participate in this matter, it’s okay to tell me straight up, I won’t It's your fault."

Evandel is well aware that in the face of some fundamental conflicts, the goodwill and attraction between people may be so fragile that it is not as good as a piece of paper. If Palos cannot accept it, and even part ways with him because of this, he It wouldn't be strange, but Palos just looked at Evandel seriously and said, "I'm not sure if this is right, but I believe you."

His straightforwardness and determination made Evandel stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, reaching out to rub Palos' freshly cut hair, the parts that were dyed brown have been cut off, and the remaining short black stubble is a bit hard : "Your armor should be changed, let's go, let's try."

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The main purpose of Evandel's visit to Silver Creek City this time was to meet with Arland, the Elf King. After finishing his business, he didn't plan to stay any longer, so he packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Hearing the news that they were leaving, Kenaseth hurried over and said, "Don't rush at this moment, Alkai, your coming-of-age ceremony is only ten days away, you might as well stay and wait until the coming-of-age ceremony is over. Let's go, okay?"

Evandel looked at Alkai in a little surprise: "You are a hundred years old? Why didn't you remind me earlier."

Alkai said indifferently: "I don't remember."

Evandel suggested: "Since it is such an important day as the coming-of-age ceremony, why don't we stay for a few more days?"

Alkai shook his head: "It's been too long."

"Ten days is still acceptable."

Alkai said directly: "I don't want to stay."

"...that's fine." Evandel looked at Kenathes apologetically, and the general of the elves sighed. She knew that the fundamental reason for Alkai's refusal to stay was that she did not intend to reconcile with her, even if it was superficial. Refusing to do it, she could only say: "Then at least accept the bow I made for you."

Evandel also said, "That's right, your bow just happened to be broken too."

This time Arkai finally did not refuse, and accepted the hard bow made of black wood made for him by his mother, which was somewhat of a comfort to Kenaseth.

The elves don't like farewells with much fanfare, so Avandel left far less grandly than when he came. He brought a storage space full of elves' specialties, and Arkai took a new bow and gave it to someone who didn't know. With his bag of arrows, Palos wore the armor modified for him by the master craftsman, bid farewell to the elves and set foot on his way home.

Arland, the Elf King, also gave them some parting gifts. Unfortunately, Inelia was unable to come because she went to the holy spring to hold a blessing ceremony. Only Kenathes sent them a long journey silently out of responsibility and selfishness .

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Evandel, who kept his promise, returned to the small tribe of Dals as promised. When Firth saw them again, he was not very excited to greet them. It seemed that he was not even as enthusiastic as Dals.

This attitude made Evandel think that Phils decided to stay, and when they finished dinner and were about to rest, Evandel asked him, "How does it feel to have family?"

"How should I put it...it is indeed a very special experience." Phils sat on the wooden railing in a nonchalant manner, playing with a crown made of branches in his hand, "Dals...my father told me Very good, his wife should have disliked me, but she acted very friendly, and my younger brother and sister, the brothers and sisters I saw in the dark city were all intrigues, but my younger brother My sister really has no scheming at all, she just pesters me all day long and asks me to play with them. My younger brother is only this tall, and my younger sister is even smaller. She can sit on my shoulders. She looks like a little angel when she smiles. .”

"So have you decided to stay?" Evandel noticed the laurel crown in his hand, "This is the laurel crown awarded to the winners of the Autumn Hunting Festival. It seems that they have accepted you as a member of the tribe."

Firth looked at the laurel wreath in his hand, sighed a long sigh, and said with a distressed face: "No, I still have to go with you."

"Why?" Evandel leaned against the pillar and waited to hear the reason.

"The life here is so peaceful and beautiful as if everything is fake. Every time I try to let go of my vigilance and guard to accept this way of life, I will start to have nightmares, dreaming of Demila--you The one who has seen her is the leader of the 'Blood Spider', I will dream that she brings the assassins of the 'Blood Spider', sneaking into this place at night, killing the elves here madly in front of my face, and using me Torturing my family in the cruelest way I've ever seen..."

Evandel patted him reassuringly: "Don't scare yourself, Demila is dead, she can't die anymore, I can be sure of this, I let Natalie do it herself."

"I know, it's not that I don't believe what you say, but I just can't live this kind of life with peace of mind. One morning, my sister came to play with me, and I was half asleep and half awake, having a nightmare, and almost pulled out The dagger under the pillow pierced through. Fortunately, the dagger was not placed under the pillow at all. My sister was frightened by my reaction and cried for a long time. In fact, I was even more frightened myself. If I really hurt her , I’m sure I can’t forgive myself.” Fiers raised his eyes and looked at Avondell pitifully, “So please, let me go on with you, I’ll complain less in the future, whether it’s my back Luggage or any boring thing, if you think it’s too high to pay me more, I can take less.”

"Are you kidding me?" Evandel said, "Do I look like the kind of person who is short of money? Hurry up and pack your bags, we're leaving tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Phils jumped down the railing quickly, and packed his few luggage in threes and fives. The news that he was leaving soon spread, and many elves took advantage of this last night to come. Saying goodbye to him, giving him some small gifts, Evandel did not expect that this black-skinned boy would win the favor of many people in such a short period of time.

The next day, because Evandel stayed in bed, they didn't set off until almost noon. The Dales family came out to see them off in person. The elf patriarch looked at his child with complicated emotions: "According to our standards, you are not old enough to be independent yet. In life, but obviously this standard does not apply to you, since you prefer an adventurous life, I can rest assured that I will follow Avandel, remember that there will always be a place for you here, and we welcome you back anytime."

"Okay, okay, I understand...Father." Phils seemed a little impatient, but finally spit out this title for the first time with awkwardness. He touched his younger brother's head and hugged the young one again. The younger sister kissed her little face, waved her hand and bid farewell to her family.

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After walking north for a day, they stopped at dusk to camp and rest. When Palos went out to collect firewood, Evandel followed boredly, looking for some herbs and fruits along the way.

"Will you feel tired wearing this?" Evandel asked Palos, who only showed one face from head to toe.

"No, I'm used to the weight of the full body armor." Palos bent down to pick up a piece of dry wood, even with this kind of movement he did it effortlessly, "Compared to the armor of the Knights Templar, The armor is lighter and better designed, with very little chafing on the skin."

"How can those mass-produced things compare with it? This set of armor is simply a work of art. Even if I don't wear armor, I always want to own it. If I don't live in a fixed place, I would have already made one at home. Hang it on the armor rack to enjoy it." Evandel touched the texture on the armor, "Now I can finally see it every day, and I am happy to think about it."

As a man, Palos can fully understand his preference, even if it is used as a mobile armor stand, he has no dissatisfaction: "I am very happy to be able to wear it every day, thank you, Evandel."

Hearing this superficial thank you, Evandel suddenly thought badly: "How do you thank me?"

Palos was taken aback by his question: "You gave me everything I can afford now, how do you want me to thank you?"

"I want you..." Evandel whispered next to Palos' ear, and Palos' face suddenly turned red like a tomato: "How can it be so...so..."

"Unwilling?" Evandel leaned on the tree trunk and looked at him with a half-smile, "We haven't made love for almost half a month, do you really want to reject me?"

It is inconvenient to do such a private thing anywhere on the elves' territory. After all, their building windows are wide open, and their night vision is good, and their hearing is sharp. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to, but how dare he admit it, he could only lower his head and look away in embarrassment, and said with a self-defeating face: "It's, it's up to you..."

Evandel sighed with feigned melancholy: "When will you be able to frankly admit that you want it?"

Palos was even more embarrassed: "I... I will try my best..."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Evandel suddenly smiled wickedly again, "After all, I like the way you are so embarrassed that you want to get into the ground at every turn."