Palm Dragon

"Ed~?"

Mr. Noble and Xiaolong put their foreheads against their foreheads, and their noses touched their noses.

Adrian slowly recovered.

"Is this the kiss between lovers?"

"Do you like it?" The warm breath rushed to Adrian's cheek following Iss' words.

Xiaolong recalled.

Kiss...will be very close to Yisi, as light as rolling in the clouds when drunk...

"One more time." Little White Dragon stared.

Ice was taken aback.

I thought I would be shy and coquettish and beat my chest... Is it really too worldly?

Mr. Noble feels a little depressed because of the wrong way of raising | forming a family.

Seeing Iss distracted and ignoring him, Adrian stared at Mr. Noble's beautiful lips for a while, and decided to practice on his own.

Lie down, aim at the target lip, and lick it.

No response yet.

Then... draw inferences from one instance, gnawing at it.

Adrian, who practiced seriously, did not know when he was stirred into someone's arms, and then——

cough.

The carriage carried the two guys who had begun to be enthusiastic about interactive teaching, and drove happily on the road to the holy imperial capital.

By the time we left Pagrama, the water season in Ori had already passed, and the next was the dry wind season—that is, autumn was coming.

For people on the road, it actually means that the season with the richest food is coming.

In the evening, they turned into the woods beside the path, tied up their carriages and set up their tents.

The elf, who is familiar with everything in nature, abducts milk from Werther, and pulls the little dragon to find the fattest bear ear mushroom.

Aini put the milk down carefully, and the little skeleton rabbit raised its buttocks and sniffed the thick layer of dead leaves on the ground, and pricked up its bony ears.

Aini winked at Adrian.

Milk looked around and began to weave among the roots.

Following a live fungus detector, the elf and the little dragon quickly and precisely opened the haystack and found the target.

A small cluster of fat, brown-yellow bear ear mushrooms appeared.The round, hemispherical caps are slightly rolled inward, and are hidden in the thick grass near the tree roots, large and small.

The elf and the little dragon cheered, followed behind Milk's buttocks and began to search wantonly.

Neither Aini nor Adrian had the space vehicles of Iss and Werther. Aini took off the green satin open-chested shawl and packed it into a simple package. Within a quarter of an hour, it was filled with fat bear ear mushrooms. , sweet-scented honeydew, and the milk didn't even know where to find some giant fennel.

When they returned to the temporary camp with the booty, Werther had already lit a fire, and a large soup pot was set up on the fire.

Aini stared at the fire for a while, and decided not to express any opinion on the weird purple flames.

Yi Si is a person who will never wrong himself at any time.When the elf and the little dragon went to look for mushrooms in the grove, he had already taken out a large white birch dining table, even covered with a tablecloth.When they returned, Mr. Noble was filling an empty vase with fresh dahlias by the gas lamp on the table.

Aini in the black thread can't help but wonder if Is is hiding a country house with a butler in the space ring.

Werther sat by the fire and stirred the thick soup in the pot, and threw some onions, potatoes, chicken nuggets and mushrooms into it from time to time. The purple magic fire was obviously stronger than the ordinary fire, and the pot smelled very quickly.

A long-tailed pheasant with bright feathers is thrown at the necromancer's feet. In the words of Mr. Noble, it was "so intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the countryside that it forgot to fly and fell."

But the elf thought that, no matter whether the pheasant had the exquisite little silver knife stuck in it or not, such a statement was obviously extremely implausible.

Many elves are unwilling to break away from the benevolent teachings of the God of Light and become vegetarians for life, but Aini may belong to the minority among them.

Ernie and Adrian happily built a new fire, gutted and headed the unlucky bird, and stuffed the chicken's stomach with cinnamon, fennel, honeygrass and some garlic they had found earlier.Ernie sewed the stuffed chicken belly together with strong straw thread, leaving only two holes at the ends.

Adrian found two long branches of good thickness and inserted them into the chicken's chest, one protruded from the hole left in the other, and the other protruded from the chicken's neck, so that the pheasant was fixed on the branch And it can be flipped at will.

Aini inserted two Y-shaped branches on both sides of the fire, put the branches with raw chickens on them, and roasted them with high flames. The surface of the pheasant was brushed with honey, and the skin of the pheasant would soon turn brown after roasting. Turned to a greasy light brown, Mr. Noble generously provided them with Leyton Butler's Secret Sauce, a thick sauce made of white wine, apple cider vinegar, ginger and cloves.

When the stew pot filled with mushroom cream soup was brought to the table, Aini and Adrian also brought over the golden-roasted pheasant wrapped in large clean leaves—this time Aini refused to use the garnish provided by Mr. Noble. A silver-rimmed white porcelain plate, the elves believe that the leaves can impart a more natural aroma to the roasted chicken.

There are slices of bread slathered with butter in front of everyone, and the crisp sound of silver spoons being stirred in the hot soup makes even the Necromancer feel happy.

It was getting dark at dinner time, and little fluorescent moths began to fly up and down around the gas lamp on the table.

After a dessert of marzipan, which is made by Morley's special stew with crushed almonds in a thick sauce and coated with sugar, most travelers feel a little tired.

Mr. Noble returned to the warm tent early—even though he spent most of the day in a dry and sheltered carriage, he still couldn't wait to get into the bathroom in the warm tent.There's nothing better than plenty of clean hot water and body wash when he's on the go.

Werther, too, had a tent, but was willing to stay outside, and another fire was lit, this time fluorescent green, and the dancing green flames and deadpan murmurs of the necromancer sent shivers down the elf's spine, though Ai Derian explained to him that this is Werther's little habit, similar to some kind of vespers - all the way from Kotata, Xiaolong has been used to necromancers reviewing their black arts lessons in the middle of the night in a gloomy manner.

Before the little dragon's cleanliness owner comes to take Adrian away, Aini abducts the little dragon into the woods for a nighttime walk.

Unlike the dark forest where the sky is dark, there is gentle silver moonlight slanting down from the sparse branches of this grove, and the spinsters and some other animals in the grass are singing loudly, making Adriatic Ann thought of Emerald Valley.

Aini is very interested in the beautiful valley that Xiaolong said.

"My hometown also has a big forest...well, it should be called the Sea of ​​Trees." Aini drew a large area with his hands.

"Isn't Aini living in the forest?" Adrian was a little surprised.

Annie rolled his eyes. "The elves don't like to live with those noisy trees. The last time I went was because..." The elves blushed suddenly and stopped talking.

Xiaolong was as dull as Aini expected and didn't notice his abnormality, pestering him to describe the appearance of the elf forest.

"My hometown~" Aini sat down on a mossy tree stump, resting his cheeks on his memory.

It was a huge sea of ​​trees, and there was no second bigger forest on the Ori continent.The tree of life in the center of the vast sea of ​​trees is the place where elves were born.Surrounding the tree of life is the green main city of elves, where various flowers that will never fade bloom in the garden, green vines are woven into the garden wall, and in the ivory white palace, there is a gentle, beautiful and powerful King of elves.

"The only artificial building in the palace-like sea of ​​trees, the palace is surrounded by various large and small villages - elves have no cities. The trees in the sea of ​​trees are different from those outside, thicker than the big stone tablet on Pagrama Square The elves are natural gardeners, and we can cultivate all kinds of plants that you can't imagine. The wood elves like to live on trees, so there is a hollow tree. As the trunk grows and thickens, the space in the tree increases. Big. The wood elves use giant vines to make stairs on the trunk, and trim the inside of the tree to their liking. This kind of house is the most spacious, but climbing the stairs is tiring~ Water elves like to live in flowers, and there are many beautiful things in the sea of ​​trees There are huge white and blue sea shou flowers growing in the big lake. The flower elf fixes the swollen buds with propolis, and flattens the golden stamens out of the flower core, which is a beautiful carpet... The house of the flower elves is the most beautiful , the petal floor is very soft and fragrant to step on, but they all have a cleanliness~ The leaves of Haishouhua float on the lake. I like to go there in summer and use the small leaves to make a lounge chair for a nap~Under the fruit forest in the sea of ​​trees There are a lot of bushes and it's the place of the wind elves... I think it's too humid there, but they always have a way to keep their houses in hollow logs dry. The bushes are not bright enough, some of them glow at all times The spores of the spores are floating in the air, much like the street lamps in Pagrama, but many elves think it is very romantic..."

"Our furniture is all made of plants, but the furniture dealer in Pagrama thinks that copper and iron furniture may be more marketable. I really miss my ivy hammock~"

Annie sighed exaggeratedly.

"Then why did Aini leave home?" Xiaolong was eager to hear it.

"Because I'm an elf who loves freedom!" Aini immediately clenched his fists with excitement, and then immediately became depressed. "But neither my father nor my brother would allow me to leave the house..."

Aini is a spooky elf.

Not allowed?Adrian didn't understand. "Can't elves leave their homes?"

"Of course!" Annie said dissatisfied. "But... my father thinks I'm still young. You know, not every place in Ori is friendly to elves."

In fact, elves may be given courtesy in large cities such as Pagrama or the Holy Empire, but the beautiful and slender elves have always been the source of some evil deeds.Slavery is practiced on the mainland of Ori. Without putting it on the table, owning an elf slave is the bragging rights of many nobles and a channel for some dirty psychology to vent.

"If he is captured by his family, he will probably be banned for 100 years." The elf held his cheeks in distress.

Thinking of the real problems that he had been unwilling to face, the elf pulled his fluffy hair even more messily.

"It would be fine if my second...brother came to see me." Aini cried while holding Xiaolong. "If it's the eldest brother, I will definitely die a very miserable death ~ they..."

The elf's words stopped when he saw Adrian's expression.

"Ed." Aini gently took his hand.

Adrian wanted to comfort the elf with a smile, but he made a strange expression, so he gave up.

At some point, the weaving lady stopped barking, and there was silence in the woods.