November 24th, morning.
The village of Mogra, located in the central east of the Kingdom of Karen, seemed to have just woken up.
The sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking echoed in the peaceful village. A figure walked out of a simple farmhouse, picked up a few pieces of firewood, and staggered back to the house. Smoke rose from the chimney, indicating that the people had begun to wake up.
There was no such thing as a "kitchen" in a farmer's house. The food was directly placed on the fire in the fireplace. Usually, the commoners would only open the stove to cook at noon, but in winter, breakfast was mostly bread that was baked in the fireplace.
The whole village was like this, including Lady Camilla's family.
"Huff, huff, huff, it's hot …"
Naifei, who had just taken a bite, had her tongue scalded. She opened her mouth wide and breathed hard as she mumbled something. Because the wooden chair that matched the dining table was too high, Naifei's legs could not reach the ground, so she was swinging back and forth. Wearing a small leather jacket, she seemed to be always so energetic, making the atmosphere in the room very cheerful.
Lady Camilla, who sat beside him, smiled quietly, and, though eating too, moved with the utmost elegance, it is not an exaggeration to say that, even when eating this cheap white bread, she was as graceful as, if not more graceful than, the most dainty of ceremonial officers.
She was Naifei's mother, a woman who suddenly appeared in this village 12 years ago.
On the first day she came to Mogra, she only had a baby in her arms. Needless to say, that was Naifei, who was now 12 years old. Until today, no one in the village knew exactly where she came from. Some people asked, but they did not get an answer.
Usually, people thought that Lady Camilla was like a pampered lady in the city. But during the busy season, she would naturally pick up a sickle and work in the fields with the other women. When they met face to face, the villagers found that she was easy to approach. She did not seem to have any arrogance or temper.
And Naifei grew up in such an environment. The only difference was that after completing the most basic High Elf language, Naifei had already read and memorized large books such as The Opposition of Light and Shadow, The Secrets of Arcane Magic, Shapeshifting: Disguise and Control, Basic Arcane Spells, and so on.
The lively Naifei looked like any other child. However, in the eyes of Lady Camilla, the girl in front of her was her proudest "work" and the future successor of her will.
Madam Camilla knew very well that be it herself or the girl in front of her, they were born with a "mission".
Now, there was still a large tome on the desk. A few simple words were written on the surface: Theory of Energized Crystal Production. Below it was a High Elf rune serial number, which meant that it was Volume One.
At the dining table, Naifei was whispering, "Mom, I'm so tired from reading that book … I don't understand a lot of things in it, can you —"
"You have to memorize it before you can switch to the next one."
Lady Camilla's tone was calm, but there was an inviolable sense of command. The little girl pursed her lips … She could act coquettishly and cry in front of others, but she was very clear that it was useless in front of her mother.
So she could only nod silently. Then she asked, "Mom, why is there only one? I can't really make this stone even after reading Volume One."
"You don't need to make it. You just need to remember it." Lady Camilla's expression softened. She reached out and stroked her daughter's fiery red hair. "I only have one volume, but this is the most important one. It cannot be lost. As long as you are alive, you must not forget it, understand?"
Naifei nodded dumbly, but she really did not understand.
It was a morning that could not be any more normal. The rays of the rising sun gradually shone into the house. The copper kettle made a bubbling sound after it boiled. Madam Camilla gently put down the teacup in her hand. This action, which she had repeated countless times over the past twelve years, revealed the confidence and strength in her bones. However, when she turned her gaze towards the fire in the house, a trace of solemnity suddenly appeared on her beautiful face that did not show her age.
Out of nowhere, a letter appeared in the fire.
It was obviously an ordinary piece of parchment paper, but the letter was floating in the red fireplace, unscathed. Naifei turned her head and saw this scene. She opened her mouth wide in surprise. The bread with cheese was lifted up and poked her face, causing her to cry out "Ouch".
Lady Camilla quickly regained her composure. She looked at Naifei and said gently, "Don't make a fuss. Just eat quietly."
Naifei closed her mouth, but her eyes still drifted to the fireplace … Her mother did not hide anything. She raised her hand and pointed at the letter. The letter floated over under the influence of an invisible force and landed directly in Lady Camilla's hand.
The seal on the wax seal was a triangular mark. There were some complicated vine-like patterns on it and the High Elves language. Naifei stared at it curiously for a while …
"Arcana is Faith."
Naifei saw the words clearly and was confused. She knew that her mother was an Arcanist, but she had never heard of anyone communicating with her mother in such an unimaginable way …
And … what did that triangular mark mean?
Lady Camilla did not care about Naifei's doubts. After gently opening the letter, her expression became even more serious … Naifei was quick-witted and immediately noticed the problem. She put down the bread in her hand and asked, "Mother?"
"Poof!"
The letter in Camilla's hand exploded into dust. She abruptly stood up and looked at the familiar surroundings with a somewhat dazed gaze. She then stared at her daughter, who was sitting on the chair and blinking her eyes. She could not help but reveal a worried and reluctant expression.
"Mother, what happened?"
"I …" It was rare for Madam Camilla to be at a loss for words. However, her rationality made her take a deep breath. After getting rid of all unnecessary emotions, she answered dryly, "Mother has to go out for a while …"
"A long trip, very far away."
She looked at Naifei's frozen expression and gradually revealed a look of fear. She could not help but feel ashamed. Camilla wanted to say, "I'm not going. I'll stay here with you for the rest of my life …" But when the words came to her mouth, they became her last words. "I don't know when I'll be back. So, Naifei, you have to … have to …"
"… live alone."
Naifei slightly opened her mouth and stared at her mother. It seemed that her mind had not processed the fact that her mother was going to "abandon" her.
Her daughter's expression made Camilla's heart ache. She felt that her fingertips had even pierced into her palm. But the order in the letter was the meaning of her existence. Camilla could not disobey it!
"I'll ask Uncle Sam to take good care of your life … I'll leave you these books. You have to study them well … I, I …"
Camilla closed her mouth because her voice was choked and she could not go on.
Naifei's eyes were already red. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she did not cry. Instead, she jumped off the bench and reached out to hold her mother's hand. She whispered, "Mom, don't cry. I'll be obedient."
Her daughter's mature behavior made Camilla feel even more uncomfortable. But the order could not be changed … She knew that it was a dangerous trip. She could not even give a promise of "I'll come back"!
The order was like a mountain pressing down on her. She had no room to maneuver. At this time, she was more like preparing a "will". Camilla hurriedly found Sam and his wife and told them that she was going to leave. Then, she hugged Naifei tightly and turned to leave. From beginning to end, she choked with sobs and did not say anything more.
"Mom, where are you going …"
Looking at her mother's back in the cold wind, Naifei finally could not help but cry out. However, Camilla could not tell her where she was going for the rest of her life … Because it was dangerous there. She did not want her daughter to go there.
"Elson … is finally going to wake up again."
She looked at the rolling forest in the west and sighed softly.
*****
At the same time, Roddy was looking at the leather armor on the table in front of him.
With Suren's help, the two of them finally finished making two sets of leather armor. Compared to the "Stalker Suit", these two sets of leather armor were definitely many times stronger. Because of the increase in level and Suren's "tanning", they could already be called real "magic equipment"!
Natha's equipment was called "Needler Suit", while Roddy's was called "Beast Controller Suit".
Roddy always felt that the name was a little ironic. The snapping turtle "Nokia" that he brought along was now lying on the table. Suren, who did not know what was going on, still thought that it was a stone.
In Roddy's eyes, Nokia's current role was about the same as a "paperweight". It was too far away from the word "Beast". He estimated that it would take another 40 or 50 years before it could be called a "Beast".
It was really hopeless … Fortunately, he could find three magic pets after he leveled up. This guy … really didn't have any hope.
Suren looked at the finished products with shining eyes. The sense of achievement was overflowing, but Roddy sat there in a daze.
Because he could not help but recall the scene when he made a whole set of "magic equipment" last time.
At this time, he could still remember because the place where Roddy made that set of equipment was the remote and remote Mogra Village. He remembered that when he wore the equipment happily, the little witch with fiery red hair circled around him a few times and asked with bright eyes, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"
"Hehe …"
At that time, Roddy smiled very shyly. A faint joy was hidden in his heart, but he did not dare to say it out loud.
"Looking at it this way, you are still quite handsome ~"
"Let's go, don't show off. In order to celebrate you making these equipment, I want to eat your roasted rabbit meat for dinner! Can you? Can you? "
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