The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 152 152. The Storyteller by the Campfire

Luther and Mai left EMI City while Caizhong and the apprentice trainer waved goodbye.

Basil finally returned to EMI Gymnasium to continue to strengthen herself, picking up those things she once thought she no longer needed to study seriously.

For Cai Zhong, this was probably a gift from Luther to himself. Before he left, he still helped the child who had gone the wrong way find a suitable route for her to move forward.

I don't know if this child's name will be included in the list of EMI gymnasium after many years, or if this child will go out and make his name.

The time belonging to travel began to flow again. Luther and Mai did not choose to go to Yuanzhi City and Curtain City. The former is a gymnasium with ghost attributes, and the latter is where the gymnasium with fighting attributes is located.

Luther chose to continue heading north.

He and Mai only turned on the danger zone reminder on the mobile phone, but did not look at the specific map. He found that this kind of behavior was far more interesting than planning every itinerary.

This is a free trip. When you are tired, you will spread the tent, light a bonfire, and heat up the dry food and food you brought.

When you are happy, you chase after the traces of the elves you see with your eyes, and track all the way.

When Luther and Mai blocked a chrysanthemum leaf that was biting a tree fruit and fleeing all the way in the tree hole, the two of them looked at the shivering chrysanthemum leaf and laughed at the same time.

Of course, the chrysanthemum leaf fruit is not guaranteed, and a domineering Marylou snatched the fruit and ate it with relish.

Ju Caoye was in a complicated mood. He had more food reserves behind him for the winter, and he was ready to be robbed. However, he didn't expect that these two people didn't go to see the berries, but took the tent from their backpacks and started camping.

A tent that was as big as a hill for Jucaoye stood in front of the tree hole. A group of elves were busy around the tent, and Jucaoye, who was still biting a tree fruit, stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The winter night fell very quickly, and just as Luther was busy setting up camp, the sky was already dark.

A bonfire was burning in front of the tree hole, and Luther and Mai still carried a lot of dried meat. Spraying it with a little water and roasting it, with some dry food, it would be a luxurious picnic.

Kirulian and Ibrahimovic mostly ate tree berries, and there were still many berries hanging in the wild as winter was approaching. With the mentality that if I didn’t pick them, Luther would sweep them all the way. This kind of pleasure of harvesting something in the wild was simply too comfortable. The only thing that could be compared was finding a supermarket with enough supplies alone when the end of the world came.

Chrysanthemum Leaf squatted in the corner of the big tree hole. At first, she carefully protected the berries she had accumulated, but when the bonfire was lit and the aroma of Luther and Mai's hot food wafted over there, she gradually felt relieved.

These two people seem to have no interest in their berries, except for that nasty, chubby blue spherical elf!

Jucaoye, who was gradually relieved, poked her head around the edge of the tree hole. This move was discovered by Kirulian, and she poked Luther beside her.

Luther turned his head and saw the leaves protruding from her head. This guy who thought he was hiding had been exposed long ago.

After searching for a while, Luther found the sweet cherry jam he bought in Miare from the lucky egg's satchel, fetched water from a nearby stream, boiled it in the fire pit beside it, and gave each elf a cup of after-dinner hot drink.

The sweet scent of the sweet cherry berries made the leaves on Jucaoye's head swing back and forth, and she, who was hiding on the edge of the tree hole, heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, and retracted her body again.

Something poked the leaves on Ju Caoye's head, which made her run back to the depths of the tree hole.

"Marylou snatched your food just now, I'm sorry, please drink some of this."

After speaking, Luther returned to the tent.

Chrysanthemum leaves sniffed the pleasant smell and came to the entrance of the cave, carefully observing the sweet cherry juice in the transparent cup.

When she wants to drink, the problem arises...she can't reach it in her mouth!

This cylindrical, juice cup perfectly makes her the crow who can't drink.

Chrysanthemum leaf tried to roll the big leaf on the head into the cup to bring out the juice, but the moment the leaf was retracted, the juice was all spilled.

Dip the juice with the cane whip and lick it and drink it, it's too uncomfortable, I don't enjoy myself, the aggrieved Chrysanthemum leaves whimpered and circled the cup.

Not only Kirulian noticed her, but all the elves who were eating dinner looked over, and a dozen eyes locked on her.

Chrysanthemum Leaf, who noticed her sight, ran back into the tree hole again.

Luther came to the tree hole and knocked on the tree hole: "If you don't mind, I'll feed you and drink."

This is also a helpless move. Every elf's food bowl is in use, and there is no suitable container for Jucaoye.

Ju Caoye hesitated for a moment, got out of the tree hole, and opened her mouth.

Luther picked up the cup, and poured the juice into Jucaoye's mouth little by little, until the cup bottomed out, and Jucaoye let out a contented sigh, and then he took the cup and left.

He enjoyed this kind of interaction with the wild elves very much. Every time Luther and Mai finished molesting the wild elves, they would put some berries they found near them.

Or pitch a camp near their nests to protect them from the wind overnight.

Last time, a big tail stand liked sweet cherry fruit very much, so he exchanged some dried fruit with Luther with his own storage.

There was also an hyperactive ape who exchanged two green mugos for three pieces of jerky.

And a huge circle bear was about to hibernate, smelling the smell of green mussels in Luther's bag, and even exchanged some honey stored in a hollowed out tree stump for himself.

In the eyes of many elves, the green mume fruit is a very important fruit, and one or two must be reserved. It seems that the circle bear in front of him did not find the fruit he wanted before winter came.

Luther bought two large cans of green mume fruit mixture in Miare, which was enough for him to use for a long time, so Luther readily put two green mule fruit mixtures on the palm of the circle bear.

The naive big man touched his head, turned and left, and after a while, turned back and motioned for Luther to follow him.

Luther and Mai followed the circle bear to a dead tree and saw him digging hard. After a while, they turned out a lot of fruit and some strange things dropped by the trainers who passed the road.

Empty elf balls, shiny jewelry, a few pieces of chocolate and instant noodles that have not even expired, this big man with a collection habit showed these things in front of Luther, motioning him to take them casually.

Luther looked at the unowned ornaments, and smiled with Mai, feeling quite like picking up a treasure.

After taking away the accessories, chocolate and instant noodles, and finding a few favorites of the elves from the tree fruit pile, Luther took out his canned mixture, found a small transparent bag, poured a little into it, tied it tightly, and handed it to the circle bear.

Circle Bear knew what was in the bag, and waved his hand, saying that he didn't need so much, but Luther didn't take it back. The Circle Bear that was forced into his hand had to help Luther watch the night, until Luther left the camp, he followed far away.

Luther felt like a businessman walking on the Silk Road. The goods in his hands were constantly being exchanged and then returned to him in other forms. There were no robbers or sandstorms here.

Some are the chill and chill before the onset of winter, and a group of curious elves watching him and Mai.

The partners of their transactions cannot speak, and everything depends on gestures, but the transactions between the two parties are innocent.

Chrysanthemum grass leaves crouched on her fruit mountain, hesitating to pick and choose among the fruits.

This one is a bit broken, so I can't give it to him.

I like to eat this one very much... I can't bear it.

This one is too small to fit and needs to be replaced.

After searching for a long time, she piled the fruit at the door with a cane whip, came to Luther, and rubbed him with the leaves on her head.

Luther saw the pile of berries, and the vine whip of the chrysanthemum leaf pointed at the juice that Kirulian was holding, looking forward to it.

Luther shook his head, and Jucaoye quickly ran to his tree fruit mountain to find some more, but Luther stopped her, put a little sweet cherry jam in a small bag, sealed it up, and demonstrated in front of Jucaoye how to open it and how to brew it, and placed it in front of her.

He didn't plan to exchange it with Jucaoye. Judging from Jucaoye's collection in the tree hole, she would have a hard time this winter. She was tempted by the aroma and delicacy and did not see the potential danger.

Ju Caoye looked at the sweet cherry jam in front of her eyes, and glanced back and forth between the fruit and the jam somewhat awkwardly.

In her opinion, these two things should not be considered equivalent. Her own tree fruit should not be able to match this kind of wonderful taste, and she should have made a profit by exchanging it this way.

However, she was at a loss when Luther White gave it to her. She stretched out her little hand and wanted to push the jam back into the tree hole, but she let it go again.

The bonfire in the camp gradually dimmed. Luther and Mai went to bed early, and it was very important to maintain energy during field trips.

The work of the elves on the station shift has been assigned, and they take turns to rest in the first half of the night and the second half of the night.

Before going to bed, Luther and Mai gave a high five, which has become a daily routine.

After entering their respective tents, Luther will tell stories with Mai for a while.

Most of them are the history of his own world and the stories and knowledge he has come into contact with. Mai once wondered how Luther knew these weird stories.

But now Mai didn't bother to think about those questions, she just indulged in the stories Luther told.

She felt that in a certain world, there were indeed a group of storytellers who told intoxicating stories and sang beautiful songs around the bonfire in the endless silent night.

Those songs were enough to drive away the demons that watched them at night, and their stories were passed down like firewood from generation to generation.

I don't know if the story of my travels with Luther will become the story sung by the trainers around the campfire in the future.

After finishing the story, Luther and Mai fell asleep sweetly.

But Ju Caoye's entanglement continued.

(End of this chapter)