Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 488 Meeting
Outside the shutters with peeling paint, the morning mist dissipated, and the sunlight gradually became brighter from moist and soft.

For Thorne, although the inner castle hall is spacious and bright, the shutters installed on the walls provide enough light for the hall.But every time he recalled that he was in a dark inner castle, he always felt that it was more like a gloomy and oppressive cage.

In this regard, he really couldn't understand why these dignitaries would prefer this style of architecture.

Perhaps, it is because of having enough sense of security, Thorne thought.

Finally, under Gilt's surprised gaze, he couldn't help but get up from the chair, walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the blinds that were closed as tightly as the door.

The cool breeze lifted his messy hair and floated over his cheeks, which finally made him feel a lot more comfortable.

"Patience and waiting are the first steps to becoming a ranger and a hunter. Dormant quietly and patiently wait for the prey to reveal its flaws. This is the truth that even wild beasts will understand."

For some reason, such a sentence popped out involuntarily in Thorne's mind, who was a little irritable.

This reminded him that when he was still weak, he would usually become very patient in a stalemate battle or go hunting until the enemy showed his weakness.

Thinking of this, he seemed to realize a serious problem.

That is, as his strength continued to improve, the opponents who could match him in the entire Emerald Field began to gradually decrease.

Even if he encounters uncertain enemies in the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, he will directly send messages to Anderina and launch shake-up tactics.

Then the sorceress led a team of construct golems rushing out of the portal to assist him in quickly resolving the battle.

On the surface, this undoubtedly made his battle much easier.

If you want to go deeper, you will find that just because the battle is easy and the deadly threat is reduced, the depths of his heart began to relax slowly.

People's willpower is actually very fragile. As long as you relax completely, all your previous persistence and hard work will instantly collapse and become decadent.

In other words, the reason why he slackened was probably because he lacked a sense of crisis.

This is not a good thing.

The sense of crisis is the source of a person's enterprising spirit and an important driving force for a person's growth and development.When a person loses his sense of crisis, he will become content with the status quo and stagnate, and the only thing waiting for him is the fate of being eliminated.

Although he has been pursuing in his heart to cultivate a perfect state of mind like Master Withered Wood and Master Qingchen, he is persistent in achieving 100% perfect progress in the advanced conditions.

But he didn't really realize that a truly perfect state of mind cannot be achieved by fighting and killing in the Great Sword Scar Mountains all day long.

Thorne couldn't help thinking about his past life.

When he was a young ranger, he would follow the teachings of the ranger mentor, and he would over-fulfill his own cultivation every day. The reason for his own weak strength also made him often struggle on the edge of life and death.

But now, he hardly felt any strong sense of crisis or oppression in his heart. Even going out to fight was more like a task for him.

After he returned to the tower, sometimes he would even lie on the bed with Anderina until the sun was up.

Just like him at this time, after just waiting for a while, impatience appeared in his heart.

He is a Ranger, recognized by all as the best Wilderness Hunter in the entire Emerald Fields.

But at this time, this excellent ranger was a little impatient because of this trivial reason.

This discovery shocked Thorne suddenly, as if the piercing bell suddenly rang in his ears, echoing for a long time.

Throughout the ages, how many professionals have not fallen under the hands of ferocious monsters and the harsh living environment.

They have withstood the test of death, withstood inhuman torture, and faced countless deadly threats, but in the end they were easily corrupted by the enjoyment of life.

And isn't he now approaching the brink of corruption?

Fortunately, it was discovered early, and Thorne, who realized his own problem, couldn't help but rejoice.

He finally understood the huge role played by the ordinary life that he never looked down upon.

This made him understand that the so-called tempering of the state of mind is not a process of better integration into life. In fact, many truths are discovered in the seemingly ordinary life.

It's as if a physicist discovered the law of gravitation after being hit by an apple.

A person's life is like a glass of water, you have to taste it slowly, chew it carefully, and appreciate it with your heart.Only then can you discover that the happiest life is to live wonderfully in the plainness like water.

Facing the warm sunlight, Thorne in front of the shutter stroked the hilt of his sword, calmly looking at the scene outside the inner castle.

It was full of trees, and in many places covered with moss and lush ivy.

He also found a gravel-strewn path ending in an ornamental fountain with a statue of a dolphin at the center of it, its notched tail raised high on a carved white stone base.

Behind the fountain is a bush of roses. Apart from the color, there is nothing special about the flower bush. Most of the flowers are indigo blue, and some petals have a faint purple edge.

Standing against the wind, Thorne also smelled the unique fragrance of roses in the flowers, but it was stronger than ordinary roses.

This comfortable environment made him understand that he is actually more suitable to travel around the world, which is what a ranger needs to do.

Instead of spending countless days and nights in boring spell research like wizards.

In any case, each profession has its own method to understand the most essential power of law in this world.

Thorne, who finally thought it through, couldn't help but secretly regret it.

Because if he had chosen to go out two years in advance, maybe he would have discovered this problem long ago, and the advanced conditions would have been achieved more quickly.

After all, he was already struggling on the verge of corruption.

If it wasn't for the lack of progress in his Ranger Heart for half a year, I'm afraid he wouldn't have realized the real problem so quickly, and he wouldn't have chosen to travel.

Thorne subconsciously glanced at Gilt not far away, and found that he was holding a glass of wine quietly, shaking his body gently on the chair with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he moved away from the window, sat patiently in a chair and waited.

Work in a while.

Thorne heard two light footsteps coming from the corridor outside the hall, which made his slightly drooping eyelids lift up again.

Soon, Alvy, the female lord of Twin Towers Town, accompanied by a witch, opened the door and entered.

Compared with the scene where Thorne met the female lord for the first time, she was no longer the pale and weak woman at this time.

At this time, Alvy is much more beautiful than the embarrassed appearance three years ago.

She was wearing a red dress, a small dark purple waistcoat symbolizing nobility, a diamond necklace on her neck, and a pair of sparkling diamond earrings illuminated her temples.

The thick black long hair was combed according to the most popular hair style of the nobles of the Huskan Kingdom, and there were some small log-colored combs inserted on it.

There was also an antique bracelet inlaid with diamonds on the wrist, and two rings on the fingers of the right hand, one with an emerald in the middle, and the other with a large blue pearl.

Thorne, who has the characteristic of "perceiving magic", instantly judged the aura of magic that shrouded her.

As for the other female wizard player, she was dressed more casually, still wearing a simple, loose gray robe to cover her graceful body, and her pretty face was also hidden in the hood.

Although Thorne had a brief exchange with her yesterday, the other party hadn't told him what his name was, and he also wouldn't be too busy to take the initiative to ask a girl's name.

Seeing the two women approaching, Thorne coughed lightly.

The dazed bard immediately came to his senses, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked over with the ranger.

"Hello, the owner of the Emerald Tower, Mr. Thorne, I'm very sorry to keep you waiting."

Alvy, the lord of Twin Towers Town, ignored Gilt, who had lost his hippie smile, and smiled at Thorn, then bowed and saluted, and then stretched out his smooth right hand to him.

"It's understandable." Thorne shook his head indifferently, and he didn't say anything like 'It's my honor to be here waiting for you', but told the truth and expressed his understanding.

For women, sometimes a very simple thing is imagined to be very troublesome and complicated in their eyes.

Thorne, who has long since left the ranks of single dogs, still has a deep understanding of this point.

He remembered very clearly that he once attended a ceremony with Anderina about the successful establishment of the Fortress Fortress. The sorceress wasted a lot of time because she was troubled by not knowing what clothes to change.

It made him dumbfounded, and she changed back and forth, and she went back to the dress he had randomly chosen for her.

Even so, he didn't dare to complain, because he knew that this was a meaningless argument, and if it caused a quarrel and annoyed the sorceress, it would be a very dangerous thing for him.

After Thorne finished speaking, he was ready to politely reach out to shake the right hand that was handed over by the other party.

However, when he saw that what the other party handed over was behind the hand, he paused again and took it back.

The perfunctory smile on his face also disappeared, and at the same time, he frowned slightly, flashing a look of displeasure.

The other party's intention is obvious, this is to let him give a hand kiss.

In Thorne's impression, the hand kiss is also a cultural inheritance in this world, and it is one of the necessary etiquettes for the upper-class nobles to communicate, and the recipients of the gift can only be married ladies.

If you are serious about it, then the hand kiss must be at least the duchess, and most of the kisses will be on the ring, and usually you will need to kneel on one knee facing the duchess.

However, with the spread of culture, this communication etiquette has long been played badly.

Many self-righteous women act as if they are proud queen bees. When they see a man, they want to experience this traditional etiquette spread in the upper class, and experience the pleasure of being kissed by a man kneeling on one knee.

This is most obvious in the wizarding community. Most female wizards are keen on kissing hands. To put it mildly, this allows them to enjoy the same treatment as the upper-class nobles.

Even elsewhere, the etiquette is tantamount to a show of affection with lesser-stated women, and only in established couples.

Therefore, the moment Thorne saw the opponent's hand approaching, his face turned cold all of a sudden.

Although the other party is a female lord of a barony, his status can almost be said to be a pivotal existence in the player territory of the Emerald Field, and she is not able to touch porcelain at all.

Asking him to kneel down on one knee and give a hand kiss to the lord of a small place, no matter what the purpose is, he would not choose to accept it, and even thought it was a very rude behavior.

So the moment Thorne withdrew his hand, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The female lord Alvy obviously didn't expect that her habitual stretching of her hand would cause such dissatisfaction on the other side, so that the smile on her face froze.

The air floating between the four of them seemed to freeze, and the entire hall became audible, only the shutters that were blown by the breeze made a rattling sound.

"Aha! Ms. Alvy, noble and elegant, generous and decent, with both beauty and wisdom, bravery and kindness, my lord, I am very glad to see you again!"

The bard Gilt, who sensed something was wrong, stood up immediately, and he came to Alvy and gave an exaggerated compliment.

Then bowed his head and stood at attention, took the other's right hand with both hands, bowed his head and used his slightly closed lips to symbolically touch the blue pearl on her ring, and said in an unserious tone:
"Beautiful lady, do you know? I don't even know how to express your strongest and deepest impression in my heart. Is it your plump and tall figure? Fair skin? Black and deep eyes? Small and red lips? Or That indescribable and intangible Fengyi is stirring my heart..."

The bard's words seemed to mean something, so that after Alvie heard it, a look of shame and indignation flashed across his face for no reason, and his bright eyes gave him a vicious look, and then thanked him with a smile:

"I am happy for you too, great poet Mr. Geert. Thank you for your admiration, poet of art, shining star of ballads and love songs."

Gilt, who didn't care, glared back triumphantly, then quit as soon as he saw it, shut his mouth wisely, and obediently retreated behind Thorne.

The atmosphere that was a bit chilled by Thorne finally recovered.

"Let me introduce you." Alvy pointed to the female wizard beside her, and said to Thorne, "This is Cecil, a wizard."

After finishing speaking, Alvy pointed to Thorne again, and said to the witch beside her, "This is Mr. Thorne from Fallstown, the tower owner of the Emerald Tower."

"Hello, Mr. Thorne, nice to meet you." The witch lifted off her hood, revealing her thick black long hair. She walked up to Thorne, and extended her right hand generously, but her voice was very soft.

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you, Ms. Cecil." Thorne nodded, shook hands with the other party briefly, and took it back.

Then, he pondered for a while, looked at the female wizard and said, "I walked in a hurry yesterday, and there is one thing I haven't figured out, so I want to ask, would you be willing to answer my doubt?"

"No problem, but it's okay to say." The witch nodded calmly.

"Thank you." Thorn thanked him, and he straightened his words and said, "I am deeply sorry that the small village you once lived in seclusion in the Barren Skull Mountains was destroyed by Mara believers. I would like to ask whether the destruction of the village has anything to do with me. .”

He once participated in a "deer herding banquet" held by Mara believers in the Huangkuan Mountains. While waiting for the "deer herding feast" to start, in order to preserve his strength, he stopped in the small village where this witch lived.

Then, in the spring of the second year after he left, he heard news from a northern ranger that a certain village in the Blighthead Mountains had been destroyed by hunters.

Now, after seeing the two surviving people, last night he noticed the anger of the elf swordsman who recognized him.This made him faintly feel that the destruction of the village seemed to have something to do with him.

However, as a cautious ranger, when he planned to enter the small village and settle down, he had already considered whether such consequences would occur.

Therefore, while walking all the way, he deliberately used the knight-errant magic to cover up the traces of his walking.He believes that with the tracking ability of Mara believers alone, it is impossible to track his comings and goings.

After all, these hunters are good at scent tracking, and imprint tracking is what the tracking god is best at.

"Mr. Thorne is overthinking. This matter has nothing to do with you. It's just a coincidental misunderstanding."

The female wizard Cecil looked at Ranger in surprise, apparently not expecting the other party to feel guilty about this matter, then she shook her head slightly and said with a slight smile.

"Then... what caused it." Thorne heaved a sigh of relief, he hesitated for a moment, and asked again.

Since the other party said it was a misunderstanding, why the elf swordsman was full of hostility towards the other party was even more incomprehensible to him.

"To tell you the truth, there is an underground space hidden in the valley, and the negative energy inside just overflowed on the night of the 'Deer Feast', and was killed by a high-level hunter proficient in necromancy in Mara. found out, so..."

The witch did not continue, but the three listening could easily guess the reason.

(End of this chapter)