Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 476
As the sacred radiance of the forest and the ranger goddess gradually shrunk, finally converging on the unicorn holy emblem worn on the chest of the half-elf priest, the priest with loose long hair smiled, stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then solemnly greeted everyone Announce:

"Under the witness of the forest goddess Melika, the sacred marriage is established. Let us express our most sincere blessings to the couple!"

"boom!……"

The audience once again erupted into warm cheers and thunderous applause from all the people, instantly drowning out all the noises in the wedding hall.

"Okay!" the head of the sunset fishing village, Hade, shouted to everyone in a red light:

"Have a beer... friends! Don't forget to eat something! This... this way! By the grace of Goddess Melikai, let's enjoy tonight..."

Immediately, the cheering crowd rushed towards the tables full of food impatiently, like waves hitting the rocks by the sea.

Thorne in the crowd looked towards the couple. The half-elf priest presiding over the ceremony was surrounded by a group of excited little girls, as if they were begging for candy from adults.

The calm pastor waved to the children with a smile on his face.

The simple divine spell of blessing emanated from the holy emblem worn on the chest, and streams of pale green holy light emerged, disappearing into the cheering crowd.

The bard Gilt adjusted the harp, smoothed out his brand new light green jacket, tilted the bowler hat with a pheasant feather in it, hugged the harp, and confidently walked towards the makeshift stage.

He purposely bypassed the old lady in charge of guardianship from the side, showed a charming smile, and skillfully struck up a conversation with the girls who were grinning from ear to ear, with bursts of giggles.

"Honorable ladies and gentlemen! I humbly ask you to be quiet." The village chief Hade stood unsteadily on a makeshift wooden barrel in the middle of the room, and shouted excitedly:
"Now we invite the famous poet Master Gilt from the town of Falls. Next, he will play the beautiful poems of the poet's distant hometown for us. Let us applaud and welcome him!"

Speaking of the excitement, the obese village chief exclaimed because the wooden barrel was not stable. He bared his teeth and danced his claws, fell on his back like a fat toad that couldn't swim, and fell into the noisy crowd. A lost child was frightened. I have to cry and cry.

Geert sat alone on a log-colored chair in the center of the stage, surrounded by a dense audience, under the false hospitality of the village chief Harder.

He waited until the crowd was completely silent, made a grandiose introduction of himself, and then sang.

I saw him plucking the rhythmic strings, and a melodious and homesick ballad echoed in the quiet room.

The song tells about an empire where the mountains and rivers are broken, the wind and rain are like flowers, alien races are in power, and evil is rampant. A mother is deprived of seven children. What they are facing is boundless darkness and shame...

The bard's ballad ended, and the sympathetic audience applauded warmly. The groom personally presented a large bouquet of faded acacia flowers to the poet.

The audience started booing unsatisfactorily, and asked the poet to sing another song about poignant love. The poet responded with an insincere smile and continued singing.

The protagonist of this story is an elf who falls in love with a witch.

However, at the end of the story, the identities of the elf and the lich were exchanged. On the day they met, both of them went crazy...

Thorne, who was hiding in the crowd, sniffed the smell of food, and his stomach growled in disbelief, so he immediately looked for an opportunity to squeeze into the dining table.

Depressedly, he could only watch as the fried fish with onions and bacon, fried calamari, grilled sturgeon, lamb chops, slices of sausage, smoked salmon and prosciutto disappeared from the table.And he couldn't find a seat at the table.

In desperation, after he used a little trick, at the cost of the confusion caused by the two people falling, he finally squeezed to the dining table with difficulty.

Just in time, I met a fighter player exuding a fishy smell and greeted him excitedly.

He looked at Ranger with those little eyes full of admiration, and very enthusiastically squeezed out an empty seat for him on the bench beside the dining table.

So much so that it directly caused a fat woman sitting at the end of the bench to be squeezed to the ground, and the barley bread smeared with butter in her hand was happily pasted on her exclaimed face.

Thorne let out a laugh, and stopped wasting time, picked up a few skewers of grilled squid and ate it. After a while, he finished eating what he could reach.

Under the countless murderous gazes, the warrior player who smelled like fish stood up from his chair, almost jumping his whole body onto the dining table.

Facts have proved that his method really works.

For he snatched for Thorne a plate of grilled onions dripping with brown gravy, a plate of snails boiled with honey and garlic, a plate of grilled trout wrapped in garlic and herbs, and a large bowl of rich gravy. Thick barley venison soup...

In order to express his gratitude to this hospitable compatriot, Thorne could only suppress a smile, and patiently listened to this buddy telling him about the absurd love history he had experienced in this world:

"Just like what I told you just now, she also wants me to abide by monogamy. Originally, I wanted to agree. But people in this world can't stand scrutiny. When I was out, she would not Hesitant to show off my body to the men of the whole world, so I broke up with her. So I found such a sunset fishing village facing the sea and blooming in spring..."

While Thorne was busy filling his stomach, he listened to the complaints of warrior players, scanning the crowd from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

Finally, he found the half-elf priest standing alone in the corner. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she pressed the holy emblem on her chest with both hands, making a prayer appearance.

Suddenly, he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes holding a bouquet of mountain chrysanthemums, leaned forward and bowed, and said a few words to her.

Lilia, who opened her eyes, looked at him, pursed her beautiful lips, and quickly replied.

The young man stood up straight, turned around abruptly, and left with a flushed face like a frost-beaten eggplant carrying a faded mountain chrysanthemum.

At this moment, the half-elf priest seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked towards Thorn's position, and met his eyes who were hiding in the crowd.

Lilia had obviously sensed his presence long ago, those star-like eyes were as calm as water.

She nodded and smiled at him, with some meaning in her eyes, then turned and left from the back of the stage, walking towards a dim balcony.

"Oh... there is a person in everyone's heart who is neither a lover nor a friend. As time goes by ruthlessly, it doesn't matter whether you like her or not, you will always think of her habitually, and pray for her silently in your heart Everything is fine..."

After telling his absurd love history, the warrior player who exuded a fishy smell sighed with emotion as if he had realized it.

He looked at the ranger beside him, and asked curiously: "Do you have such a person in your heart, Mr. Thorne?"

"Yeah...you're right." Thorne, who didn't hear what the other party said, nodded instinctively, and echoed with a smile.

He finished eating the piece of bread in his hand, picked up another piece of bread and wiped the oil stains on his hands, thanked his compatriot politely, got up and left.

Thorne slipped away from behind the audience that formed a semicircle around the bard, following Lilia's trail.

The salty, damp sea breeze was blowing head-on, and the half-elf priest Lilia leaned on the balcony railing with her elbows, her slender arms resting on her chin.

She was looking at the moon and the rushing waves of the beach with blurred eyes.

As the boards under Thorn's feet creaked, Lilia stood up straight and turned to look at him calmly.

The refreshing sea breeze lifted her loose long hair, and the short green cloak behind her fluttered.

Thorn found that she just looked at him quietly, full of expectation, but said nothing.

Her lips were tightly pursed, just like the young man in the gorgeous clothes just now.

"I... didn't bother you." Looking at the girl whom he hadn't seen for three years, Thorne's tone seemed a little stiff.

"No." Lilia shook her head lightly, showing him a relaxed smile: "What I want is not to be alone, but fresh air. The smoke from the campfire, the stale air, and the loud noises also make you feel uncomfortable .”

The half-elf priest stretched out her hand to caress her hair, which was blown by the sea breeze, and stepped on the creaking wooden plank to walk up to the ranger. She held on to the railing with both hands, and she seemed in a good mood. Facing the sea, she said as if recalling the past:

"I was really surprised to be able to meet you here. In fact, I have thought about the scene of meeting you again in Fallstown countless times. I even thought about how to speak and what lines to say. Who would have thought, This encounter was so overwhelming.

However, what surprised me even more was that you would come to this kind of place and attend this wedding banquet where you don't know each other. "

"So you said it all, it was just an accident." Thorne stepped forward, stood beside her, and looked at the seaside together.

Under the night, the sea was at high tide, and one wave after another was hitting the beach with rolls of white foam.

"Thorn." The pastor looked at the ranger and asked suddenly: "Last time we were in a ruin in the Emerald Field, and you told me that seeing the deep wilderness made you think of worry. Now? Seeing this endless sea What else do you think of?"

Looking at her smiling face with loose long hair, Thorne sighed in his heart that the former half-elf girl had really grown up in three years.

The only thing that remains the same is those pale blue eyes and sweet smile.

After thinking about it, he answered the pastor's question seriously: "The sea is... an endless surge that brings us changes."

Upon hearing this, Lilia smiled quietly, and said slowly: "However, for me, the sea is an unsolved mystery.

In the past three years, I have been to the Sea of ​​Glory connecting the southern kingdom and the Sea of ​​Neverwinter leading to the wilderness of the North, but I have never been able to touch its core and essence.

It's so mysterious, whether you're there or not, it's always there, the tides ebb and flow, the waves roll, year after year, day after day, never-ending..."

After the pastor finished speaking, he looked deeply at the ranger's confused eyes, with a bitter smile in his eyes:
"It's like... the past three years, I have missed you. Because of this, I gradually fell in love with deserted streets, gloomy nights, unfamiliar winds, and comforting myself when I was alone. lie……"

Silence fell without warning, and the waves slapped rhythmically on the reefs on the shore wave after wave, bursting into splashes of water.

The moist sea breeze with a faint salty smell roared not to be outdone, blowing the hair, cheeks, and bodies of the ranger and priest...

Vaguely, the two standing in the wind also heard the melodious poetry of the bard in the room.

In his ballad, the mermaid sacrifices herself for the prince: she turns a fish's tail into two beautiful legs, but the price she pays is her own voice.The prince betrayed her and abandoned her, and she died in grief, turning into a ball of froth in the sun...

The froth is like the white froth created by the relentless lapping of waves against rocky reefs.

Listening to the murmur of the sea, at this moment, Thorne seemed to be splashed into his mouth by the foggy sea water, and a bitterness far thicker than tears began to pervade.

The bitterness flowed down his eyes staring at the pastor, and flowed deep into his heart.

He stood in front of her, averted his eyes, lowered his head silently, and looked at the rotten boards under his feet.

Thorne wished that the half-elf priest in front of him was a sahuagin just surfaced, holding a trident.

In this way, he can draw his sword out of its sheath and deal with it cleanly.

Lilia suddenly stretched out her arms and threw herself at the ranger's neck.

Thorn sensed her movement in an instant, and he could dodge as easily as facing an enemy's attack.But he didn't hide, he just turned his head in time, so that her cold lips only kissed his cheek.

He held her with reservations but tenderly. He could clearly feel Lilia's tense body slowly retreating, but her arms were still hooked on his shoulders.

Thorne knew exactly what she wanted in his heart, but he didn't dare to choose to respond.

The half-elf priest did not let go of him, but changed his position and rested his head on Thorne's chest.

"Thorn..." Lilia whispered, "I am really ashamed of my weakness and silence. Now I have no choice. Like being bedridden and relying on the favor of others, it makes me weak, confused and lonely, and I want to fight for it."

Thorn didn't know how to answer, he could only hug her awkwardly, and chose to remain silent.

"Don't you know? Sometimes, what you say is not the same thing as what you think in your heart. In fact... I need you very much, but... I never dare to disturb you. And you really I thought I didn't need you at all..."

The half-elf priest quietly pressed against the ranger's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and said in a sad tone:
"I don't know why, I suddenly hate you... I hate your silence, I hate your clumsy ability to express and understand your emotions, I hate the human warlock you brought back... I also hate myself for being so weak, I hate you I am as silent as you, as clumsy as I am unable to express my emotions..."

Thorn's heart trembled violently. He felt Lilia's voice getting smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible. Her raised shoulders trembled like leaves in the wind.

When she looked up, he saw that she was crying, and she was crying quietly and peacefully, without a single sob.

Then she slowly and slowly left his embrace, stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and turned her head to look at the gradually calm sea.

The sea calmed down again, as if it was accumulating strength and preparing to launch the next round of impact. Ridges of waves still rushed towards the sea, but they were much gentler.

"Lilia...don't cry, okay?" Thorne opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

He understands everything, knows everything, and knows how to say it to make her happy, but he just can't say it.

His heart seemed to be locked by something, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from this bondage.

"No need to say any more, I... all understand, even crying won't help." The half-elf priest left Thorn with a silent back.

Facing the refreshing sea breeze, she let her loose long hair flutter and let the sea breeze sting her light blue eyes.

The vast Shadowmoon Inner Sea is constantly changing its mood. The sea water shrouded in night is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes the waves are splashing, and sometimes it is calm.

When the waves splash, the sea water will roll up high and violent waves, rushing towards the air, endlessly.

This sound is like a great performer, who is passionately tapping every key, sending out a grand symphony of fate.

When the weather is calm, the mighty and terrifying waves suddenly become very calm, like a mirror.

The howling sea wind blows, and the mirror shatters...
I do not know how long it has been…..
The half-elf priest standing facing the wind slowly turned around, whispered a whisper in his ear, and disappeared into the deep night.

…………

In a dim room in Sunset Fishing Village.

"What are you doing here? Do you still need to sleep tonight?" Thorne looked at the bard who opened the door in surprise.

Geert snapped the knocker on the door as if he were the owner of the room, hung the harp and bowler hat on the nails expertly, took off his coat, dusted it off, and threw it on the bed where Thorne lay.

"Why do you think I don't need to sleep tonight?" Gilt asked with a smile, taking off his moccasin boots.

Then he sat down on the soft bed without any scruples and complained: "Your room is still comfortable, that damned fat village chief, I have been busy all night. He only gave me a mattress and a large bundle of crunchy Crackling Hay.

In the dilapidated house covered with cobwebs, there is not even a single piece of furniture, and even the tears of candles are puddled on the ground. Do you think I can rest?Do you think such a harsh environment will not affect my creation? "

Thorne, who was lying flat on the bed, sat up and looked at the bard: "Don't you know? The way you look at a group of girls tonight is like... I thought you would take turns fighting It's night."

"Don't think of me so dirty, I'm not that kind of person." Gilt smiled disdainfully: "Come in, make room for me."

After finishing speaking, he fell directly on the bed, and even dragged all the blankets next to Thorne, and put them on his body, pretending to be falling asleep.

Looking at Gilt who completely regarded himself as the owner of the room, Thorne walked directly off the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and put on his boots in silence.

"Huh?" Gilt, who was lying comfortably on the bed and ready to sleep, sat up in surprise, looking at the Ranger with an unusual expression:
"Are you okay? Do you even want to interfere with my flirting with girls? You were not like this when you were in Fallstown before. I can't make me take a vow of chastity like that little girl Lilia, for the rest of my life." Do you only like one person, or..."

Hearing the half-elf priest being mentioned by the other party, Thorne became agitated for no reason, and he said impatiently:

"Shut up, don't be here endlessly, won't your throat be tired after singing all night? Let me be quiet for a while. Go to sleep at ease, the room and bed are given to you, just hug Have fun with the quilt."

"But to me." Gilt winked at Thorne and said with a smile: "A bed without a woman is not a bed. Brother, this is incomplete happiness... What's so good about incomplete happiness? What is there?" Very happy?"

Thorne looked out the window at the stars and his head hurt.

The bard Gilt took a deep look at the ranger's back, his eyeballs flickered, and he turned into a complacent look, and he spoke at length to him:

"Incomplete happiness, like... umm... what? Like an interrupted kiss... Hey! Hey! Hey! Where are you putting your hands? Thorn! Calm down! Calm down!  …"

Seeing the ranger's hand touching the hilt of the sword, the bard panicked.

"You're really boring!" Thorne withdrew his hand and said with a slightly excited expression:
"As a poet, you don't have anything to talk about except beds, women, asses, boobs, crippled happiness and interrupted kisses? Is it interesting to talk obscenities all day?

Obviously, you can't control yourself at all. You are easy to change, because only frivolity can motivate you to compose music, write poems and sing.You see, this is the dark side of your talent, and there is no cure for it. "

Hearing Thorne's tirade, Gilt was not angry. Instead, he widened his eyes and looked at the ranger who seemed to have lost his mind and became agitated in disbelief.

Soon, the clever Gilt figured out why.

"Aha!" The bard deliberately exclaimed, and said with a smile: "I see, it must be Lilia, the half-elf from Waterfall Town.

Her light blue eyes, as beautiful as stars, captured the soul of a certain ranger.Then the unresponsive ranger lost control of his emotions in front of her, but instead of self-reflection, he somehow took it out on me, an unarmed, powerless poet. "

After Gilt finished speaking, he watched Thorn's every move vigilantly, very worried that he would accidentally draw his sword at each other.

"You're farting!" Thorne looked at Gilt coldly without drawing his sword.

"No, my friend. Lilia must have a very important place in your heart. Don't deny it. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. You are just worried that a certain sorceress will find out and lead her golem directly." Let the Legion gang up on you."

Seeing that Ranger didn't choose to make a move, Gilt relaxed, and made up his mind boldly and boldly.

"Then you won't worry about it." Thorne left a sentence, picked up the cloak hanging on the nail, and prepared to leave.

"I know." Gilt lay on the bed with his hands on his pillow and his legs crossed: "Not only do I know everything, I also understand everything."

Thorne, who was touching the doorknob, was amused by the fart and confident words of the other party. He turned around and asked, "What do you know? What do you know?"

"Do you know where your problem is?" Hearing Thorne's inquiry, Gilt immediately came to his senses. He sat up and said:

"You are always self-righteous. You always think that you are so great because of your own strength. Do you think that chasing a sorceress means how high your EQ is? In fact, you are an emotional idiot. You are just lucky It's just a silly boy.

You simply don't understand one thing, and to most people, you are not special.Because everyone is special in their own way.Just like me, in the real world, I have slept with more women in a year than you can see in a lifetime, and I have a friend who can go on for a day..."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Thorne couldn't help but swear, interrupting his showing off.

"What do I want to say?" Gilt smiled confidently: "What I want to say is that you think that if you chase a female sorceress, you can chase all women with your 'high EQ', fart! You think Relying on his own strength and the identity of the wilderness territory, he is awesome? Nonsense!

I saw with my own eyes that when Lilia left, she was blushing and sad. You must have tricked her into kissing her on the balcony, and then tried to trick her into bed as your secret lover.

But you didn't expect at all that she rejected you forcefully if she didn't like you.From your irritable, fidgety, and gnashing of teeth expression, it can be seen that not only did you fail, but you were slapped by her, and you began to worry about what to do if some sorceress found out about this matter.

So, you just want to turn the fire on me, don't worry, we are friends, I will not leak the secret, I can still make this promise. "

"Have you finished?" Thorne looked at the poet who was full of brains, and he was laughed angrily by the other party again.

"It's over, it's late, Thorne." The bard lay on the bed in a daze, covered with a blanket.

"Good night, you lascivious liar, thank you so much!" Thorne opened the door and left the room without looking back.

Under the shade of lights, moonlight, and starlight, the night looks gloomy, hazy, and psychedelic, and the earth seems to be covered by a light veil.

Thorne in the woods looked at a black dragon that disappeared into the night, he sighed slightly, recalled the words Lilia left for him before leaving, and secretly made up his mind.

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The author's words:
　I finally understand why emotional dramas are so difficult to write.
　　This chapter is a bit poisonous, but I had to write it.

　　All book lovers, please be light-hearted, and try to avoid this kind of minefield as much as possible in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)