Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 133 Origin
By a warm campfire.

Not long after the sparring between Thorne and the female assassin ended, the delicacy in the wizard Alanis's small pot also boiled, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Come on, two young men who are adventurous in the wilderness, have a taste of the craft of the wizards of Culin Harbor."

The wizard Alanis first gave the female assassin Irene a bowl of porridge that was not very thick, and then waved to Thorn and the two who were sitting not far away.

"It's hard to imagine that a wizard has such good cooking skills. Starting tonight, I feel that the image of a wizard must be redefined."

Thorne, who came over, took the bowl of porridge handed over by Alanis, sniffed it lightly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and continued.

"Thank you for your praise, young ranger. Life is about enjoying yourself. The study of boring spells is not in line with my philosophy of life. Let those complicated spells go to hell."

Alanis smiled, and then served another bowl to the sorceress Andrina.

"So he is a half-hearted wizard, and the spells cast by him often go wrong very comically. He is also a bombastic amateur artist, who often pretends to be a bard."

Seeing the wizard's smug expression, the female assassin Irene mercilessly revealed:

"Actually, his real identity is a well-known prodigal nobleman in Culin Port. Don't be fooled by his appearance."

"Hey, I don't seem to have offended you today?" Wizard Alanis gently touched the female assassin beside him with his elbow, showing a frustrated expression.

"In this bowl of porridge, I smell magic. Can you explain it? Mister Wizard." At the same time, Andrina took a few sips from the spoon and asked in confusion.

"As I said, my truth is to integrate magic into our lives, and this bottle of water is the greatest masterpiece of my life. You have great vision, beautiful sorceress."

Alanis shook the big silver jug ​​in his hand, making a rattling sound.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a mixture of a small amount of purified vitality potion and the magic spring water from the forest of elves."

The female assassin Irene looked at Anderina and said with a faint smile.

The dismantled wizard Alanis didn't show any embarrassment on his face. He smiled and stopped the sorceress who wanted to continue asking:
"Put away your curiosity and enjoy it to your heart's content. In this season when the cold wave is approaching, after drinking a sip of hot soup, you can feel a kind of warmth pouring from your heart to your whole body."

"Boiling water will also have this effect, our greatest wizard in Culin Port." The female assassin Irene interrupted the wizard and said calmly: "Give me another bowl."

"Push!"

Anderina couldn't help but chuckled, and under the light of the fire, she looked even more charming.

"Your smile is too low, pay attention to your image." Thorne put down the empty bowl and reminded the sorceress beside him.

"Don't you see that these two people are very interesting? It's more like..." Anderina also put down her bowl and spoon and leaned closer to Thorne, whispering.

"What are you doing?" Thorne asked puzzledly with a dazed look on his face.

According to the conversation between the female assassin and the wizard, Thorne learned that the wizard has many identities:
A dissolute aristocrat?A wizard with half a bottle of vinegar?Bombastic amateur artist?

Then Thorn took another serious look at the other party and shook his head slightly.

Judging from the wizard Alanis's appearance and speech and behavior, it was indeed as she said, not a qualified wizard, and a real wizard would not waste time on these trivial things.

But he didn't agree with the half-elf assassin's words. He thought that what the other party did was more like a cover-up, and the casual interaction between the two made him feel something was wrong.

The main reason is that he behaved too naturally. Since he sparred with the female assassin, this half-elf who likes to keep silent and icy, seemed to be a different person, speaking more involuntarily.

According to what the female assassin narrated, she was also born in the town of Falls, and the wizard was very familiar with Melikai's temple.

So what are their true identities?
What is the purpose of coming to the Emerald Field?
Thorne's heart, surrounded by two doubts, was like a thick fog, which could not be dissipated and could not be seen through.

"..." Anderina looked at Thorn whose puzzled face gradually turned into contemplation, a little speechless, not knowing how to respond.

In this way, amidst the intermittent words of the four people and someone's laughter from time to time, the night gradually deepened.

The wizard Alanis carefully covered the female assassin Irene who was sitting cross-legged by the campfire with a thick blanket, then spread out a similar blanket next to her, curled it up and tucked into it to sleep.

"You should also rest early, and you will continue your journey tomorrow." Thorne said to Anderina who was sitting by the campfire.

Anderina nodded, glanced at him, got up and walked into the tent.

"Please wait a moment, I have something to ask you." The female assassin wearing a thick blanket stopped when she saw Thorne who was about to get up.

Thorne didn't speak when he heard the words, but looked at the other party with eyes full of doubts.

"Your ranger mentor is Bartley Moonblade?" the female assassin thought for a moment and said slowly.

"Yes." A trace of surprise flashed in Thorne's eyes. He didn't quite understand how the other party guessed it, so he nodded in response.

"May I take a look at that composite longbow behind you?" Seeing Thorne nodding, the female assassin Irene asked again.

It turned out that it was guessed through this weapon, Thorne showed a sudden look, and immediately took off the composite longbow and handed it over.

The female assassin gently stroked the composite longbow made of black extension wood, ferocious bull horns and ferocious ox tendons.

The edges and corners of the flaky horns affixed to the inner side of the bow arm have long been smoothed by the passage of time, but what are left behind are scratches with a sense of vicissitudes.

"You know this weapon?" Thorne asked knowingly.

"It's more than just acquaintance. I personally steamed the shape of the black extension wood of the bow arm with a handful of dry firewood." The female assassin's expression was full of nostalgia and sadness.

Hei Tuomu is a kind of tree that grows deep in the Dajianhen Mountains. This kind of tree is as hard as iron. If you want to bend it into the shape of a bow, you have to cook it in a large pot for more than half a month before it can be shaped.

Thorne is naturally very clear about this knowledge, but what he didn't expect was that the production of this weapon seems to have a long history.

So Thorne didn't answer the call, but made a listening gesture and waited for the other party's next words.

"This weapon was a gift from my father when my elder brother became an adult. I happened to participate in the making process when I was young. Have you seen the crescent marks at both ends? This was carved by myself back then."

The female assassin handed the composite longbow to Thorn: "I didn't expect that after so many years, it has already passed into your hands."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the convenience. Seeing this, Thorn stood there silent for a moment, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)