Mage's Secret

After a simple dinner, the nimble elf climbed up a nearby tree and planned to rest on the branch, while the other three sat around the campfire.

"We have to go west all the way. It took me nearly two months from the Moran Valley to your mage tower. I think we can ride at least half as fast. As long as we walk along the merchant's route, there will be no trouble. How dangerous, just watch out for those beasts. Just go further west from here, the woods will start to slowly disappear, and we will pass through a desert, so we better prepare more water and cloaks, like yours. Also There is a tent, and the wind in the desert at night is like a knife.” Leo said while applying medicine to his thigh, riding a horse for a whole day was too much burden for him, and a beginner who could not master the skills At this time, the inner thighs were worn down.

The medicine was still the bottle given to him by the demon during the day. It was one of the bottles of wound medicine that the mage collected everywhere when the demon was injured.The medicine bought at a high price is indeed very effective. Leo's scratches during the day are almost healed, so he thinks that his leg injury will be healed when he starts tomorrow.

"Can we go to the next city tomorrow?" Traphael asked, in order not to pay too much attention to the legs that the poet took off his trousers for the medicine, he took out a book and put it on his lap, and lit the campfire. He casually flipped through it, even though he had already memorized the contents of the whole book by heart.

"It's not very optimistic," Leo said as he finished his medicine and put on his trousers. "After we pass through this forest, we have to go through a whole valley to see a human town. I have been there before, but there But there are no tents for sale that can withstand the wind and sand in the desert, we have to go all the way to the city next to the Crane Desert to buy that kind of tent, as well as a light cloak."

While listening to the conversation between the two, Murphy fiddled with the burning wood in the campfire with a branch. The crackling sound of sparks interrupted Traphael, who was counting offline in his mind.

The mage who came back to his senses raised his head to identify the position of the moon through the dense branches and leaves, and then said: "It's getting late, let's rest."

Leo rested by the tree where the elf was resting. Traphael thought the fire was too bright and hot, so he went to sleep with his clothes on a relatively flat ground a certain distance from the campfire.He wears a coat of arms that deters beasts. As long as all the beasts in the forest don't go mad, he won't be attacked.Murphy also walked over with him and sat down beside him.

Traphael was lying with his back to Murphy, and he could feel the movement of the demon behind him.Murphy sat down without saying a word, and raised his hand to touch the mage's hair. Traphael was startled by the sudden touch, but he didn't speak to stop him, nor did he turn around.

Murphy's fingers entangled in the mage's black hair for a while, and then left.He lay down beside the mage, looked at the dark sky divided by branches and leaves, and whispered "good night".He waited for a while, and when he didn't get a response, he closed his eyes with a little disappointment.

The woods are very quiet, except for a few birdsong from time to time in the deeper woods, or the rustling of animals at night.Just when Murphy was about to fall asleep, a barely audible "good night" came from beside him.

So all the previous disappointment turned into a touch of joy, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, he closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to touch aside, grabbed a small piece of fabric of the mage's cloak, and gradually fell into a dream.

The next day the mage was awakened by a loud noise. He opened his eyes and stood up to look at the source of the sound. He saw a feathered arrow stuck in the ground not far from where the bard was, and a green wrist. The thick and thin snake was nailed to the ground, struggled a few times and then became silent.

The poet was also awakened. He opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. When he saw the lifeless snake on the ground, he immediately understood what was going on.He looked up, and the elf standing on the branch was still holding his bow.

"Thank you very much, your archery is really good!" The poet stood up in shock to thank him, and at the same time praised the elf's archery.

Roy laughed twice, then motioned for the poet to step back, and then jumped down from the tree, landing on the spot where the poet was standing just now.

After landing, he looked at the bow in his hand with great interest, plucked the bowstring twice, and said, "It's just a little effort, but I didn't expect that I could shoot so accurately!"

But this time Leo didn't continue talking about his archery skills, his attention was completely attracted by another discovery.Jumping from a tree threw his long hair into a mess so his pointed ears were exposed.

"Are you an elf?" Leo asked in surprise.

"Yes, you didn't see it?" Roy looked at him suspiciously.

"No, no..." You look a bit different from other elves, he almost said that, but fortunately, he immediately realized that this sentence was really rude, so he stopped talking abruptly .As an old bard who travels around, Leo has traveled almost every corner of the continent of Ozevina, except for those extremely evil places full of dangers and the territories of other races that are difficult for ordinary people to set foot on. .Therefore, although he has never really entered the territory where the elves live, he has seen these beautiful and mysterious races from afar.That kind of beauty has been written in poetry and has been sung for many years. When you see it with your own eyes, you can feel the shock of the beauty far surpassing other creatures.

But the elf in front of him is so plain and unremarkable. Although he is quite handsome from a human point of view, he is really far away from other elves, and it is really hard to blame the poet for not recognizing him at first.

The elf simply didn't care about his attitude. He smiled and said, "Others always say that I don't look like an elf, but I don't remember what other elves look like."

While the two were talking, Traphael and Murphy also came over together. The mage's expression was a little unnatural, but Murphy smiled happily.

Traphael was about to get up when the poet thanked the elf, but when he sat up, he realized that the cloak seemed to be pulled.He lowered his head and saw Murphy sleeping soundly, holding a small piece of fabric on the back of his cloak.He had no intention of disturbing the young demon's sound sleep, but he tugged at the cloak, but when it failed, he had to slap the demon awake to let him go.

It's time to continue on the road anyway, Traphael thought without feeling guilty.

After a good night's sleep and a sweet dream, the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning was his sweetheart. This was undoubtedly a great happiness for Murphy.But the gap between this happiness and his depression during this period was so great that Murphy couldn't distinguish between reality and dream for a while, so he pulled the sitting mage into his arms, pressed him to the ground, and muttered, "You Damn mage, I love you so much and treat you so well, why are you still so stubborn" and then kissed her head sullenly.

Traphael was still a little dazed when he was pressed to the ground, and then caught off guard by the kiss, his first reaction was to desperately.But the strength of the demon was much stronger than him, until the other party kissed him to his heart's content and let him go, he regained his freedom out of breath.

Murphy was still on top of him, pressing against his forehead, panting with his eyes closed.It wasn't until the breathing rate of both of them returned to normal that the demon opened his eyes again, looked at Traphael's brown eyes that were misty from being kissed, and whispered "Good morning" contentedly.

The two bodies were tightly pressed together, and the changes in Murphy's body were naturally sensed by Traphael, and his face immediately turned black, but his first reaction was not to push Murphy away, but to turn his head to look at the side of two people.Although the rumors about him and Murphy had spread in the mage's tower for a long time, and the elves must know about it, he didn't want to be talked about outside the mage's tower.

Fortunately, the elf and the poet were still talking and didn't notice their small movements. While he was relieved, the mage hurriedly pushed the demon who was still lying on top of him.It didn't take much effort for Murphy to get up from him this time, and even pulled him up easily.

Traphael avoided Murphy's gaze and focused on straightening the crumpled robe and cloak.Although the clothes embroidered with various magic patterns were not wrinkled or dusty, the mage still tidied it up for a long time, and his frowning brows did not unfold during this period, but he never said a word of reprimand from the beginning to the end. .

This put Murphy in a better mood.

They walked up to Leo and Roy, and Trafael interrupted their conversation: "I think we should continue to set off."

Both the poet and the elf gladly accepted his proposal.

The medicine found by the mage really had a very good curative effect, and the poet's worn-out thigh was fine after only one night.

In this four-person team composed of members of three different races, only the mage is wearing clothes with special magic patterns, so the other three don't look as decent as the mage.

Traphael looked thoughtfully at the snake pinned to the ground as they cleaned up dirt, weeds, or leaves on their bodies.It was a non-venomous snake, and it mainly preyed on birds and mice. The poor snake should have happened to pass by, and was accidentally killed by the elves' arrows.

"Do you need some meat for your breakfast? Or choose the dry food I brought?" asked the mage.

"Dry rations, thanks, I think we'd better get going as soon as possible," said the poet as he wiped his face with water from his water bag.I don't know if it's due to racial differences. Although the elves and demons are not very neatly dressed, their bodies and faces are still quite clean.

The mage cast a simple cleansing spell on himself, and seeing that everyone had tidied up, he said, "Then, let's set off now."