Adventuring in another world was not a romantic affair. Between the exciting stories of ruins, magic, giant beasts, and heroes, there were more practical problems that had to be faced. For example, how to eat and sleep in the wilderness and how to fill one's stomach.
They were in a hurry to escape, especially when the castle was breached and they were fighting with the last few guards until the last moment. No one would have the time to prepare a bag full of dry rations. Furthermore, the last place they set off from was the ancestral tomb. That place did not look like a place where they stored food at all.
So when Amber was hungry, everyone realized the imminent reality of the problem.
The surrounding area was a wasteland, barren to the point where not even a single blade of grass could be seen. Across the hillside was the ruins of Cecil Hill, which had been turned into a sea of flames. However, a little further down the hillside was a dense forest.
In this magical version of the Middle Ages, the dense forest outside the town was synonymous with danger. Where the lights of civilization could not shine, there were only beasts, bandits, and monsters. But the dense forest also meant something else: there would be more food.
And to go to Tanzania Town in the north, they had to pass through this dense forest.
The group found a flat and open place to rest temporarily at the edge of the forest, and then began to distribute the manpower responsible for finding food.
Gwen first glanced at the little maid — this little girl called Betty was really lacking in presence, but her courage was big. When the Giant Dragon flew over, she did not cry out of fear. Of course, it was possible that she was too scared to react. At this time, the little girl was still holding the frying pan tightly in her hand, a little nervous as she stood in the same place. After noticing Gwen's gaze, she shrank her neck slightly.
"Betty, Heti, Rebecca, the three of you stay here. Byron, you stay as a guard," Gwen said. "The others will go hunting with me. Including you, Amber. "
Betty had no combat ability. Although Heti and Rebecca were different as mages, they were not suitable for chasing wild beasts in the forest. Moreover, they had exhausted a lot of their energy. Since the battle in the castle, they had not had the chance to meditate to recover their energy. This was a fatal problem for mages who needed to be in a good state of mind to display their strength. Therefore, it was better for them to stay and watch the castle. If they could recover their energy as soon as possible, they would have more combat ability in the following journey.
The three loyal family warriors had no complaints about the arrangement, but Amber's eyes widened. "Why do I have to go? I'm tired too! "
Gwen glared at her and said, "Touch your ears. You're a half-elf. If you don't come with me to the woods to hunt, how can you say that your ancestors lived on trees?"
Amber pouted, full of resentment. "This is racial prejudice. Who told you that elves have to hunt in the woods? I learned to sneak, not patrol …"
"You dug up my grave."
Amber: "… Okay."
Gwen led the three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed that she did not know how to hunt into the woods, leaving the loyal Byron, Knight and the three ladies in the temporary camp to watch the house.
After using the little magic left to arrange some warning runes, Heti sat on a stone tiredly, while Rebecca led Betty around Byron, Knight and Byron, and then came back with a small bundle of dead branches they found nearby.
After piling the branches on the ground, Rebecca took two steps back, raised her staff, and recited the most basic fire spell. An unstable fireball condensed in the air.
Heti rushed to stop the fireball before it exploded. "Forget it, let me do it."
After using a normal magic flame to light the bonfire, the cold accumulated in the underground tunnel and the night wind was finally gradually forced out of the body. Heti breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rebecca helplessly. "When can you learn magic other than fireball …"
Rebecca lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry, auntie."
"Don't show your cowardice so easily. Even when you're apologizing, don't lower your head like that." Heti rubbed her forehead even more helplessly. "You're already the heir of the title, you know? Your performance today … To be honest, I'm afraid that the ancestor was very disappointed, although he didn't show it. "
Rebecca suddenly became nervous. "Then … Then what should we do?"
Heti was startled and sighed. "Sigh, what can we do? Look at the family now, I'm afraid that none of the descendants of the Cecil Family can satisfy the ancestor. What we are now … is not commensurate with the glory of the family in the past. "
Rebecca pursed her lips hard. For her, who had grown up like a normal noble child, the recent series of events had greatly exceeded her understanding. No teacher had told her how to face these things — whether it was the demonic wave, the monster attack, or the fact that the ancestor had climbed out of the coffin — all of these made the young viscountess feel helpless.
After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally plucked up the courage. "Auntie, do you think the ancestor … He's really resurrected?"
Heti looked into Rebecca's eyes. She could easily guess her niece's thoughts.
"Are you doubting the ancestor or the resurrection of the ancestor?"
"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but this … is a bit unbelievable."
"Me too, but the facts are in front of us." Heti shook her head. "Do you still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice has to learn? It's not theoretical knowledge or magic formula, but a maxim: the truth may be contrary to common sense, but the truth will always be the truth. This sentence is also valid in the field outside of magic. "
Seeing that Rebecca was deep in thought, Heti added in a low voice, "No matter what the reason for the ancestor's resurrection is, the resurrection of the ancestor of the Cecil family must be a fact …"
Betty glanced at the two ladies and found that she did not understand what they were talking about. So, she lowered her head and continued to hold her precious pan in a daze.
Soon, Gwen, who had gone hunting, returned with three soldiers and an Amber.
The hunt was not very rich, but it was still satisfactory. They brought back three rabbits and two large birds with gorgeous feathers that they could not name. They also picked a large variety of wild fruits, which should be enough to fill their stomachs.
Looking at Amber skillfully handling the body of the prey, Gwen curled his lips. "You said you don't know how to hunt, but you're as skilled as the gray elves in the moss forest."
The moss forest was a vast forest located on the border between the Ansu Kingdom and the Ogoray Tribal Kingdom in the west. The gray elves living in the moss forest, a subspecies of elves, were considered the best hunters in the world. They were even better than the forest elves when it came to chasing prey in the dense forest. Ever since Gawain found that he really needed to cram in the knowledge of this world, he had been flipping through the memory bank in his mind when he had nothing better to do. The knowledge in this field was something he had just found, so he decided to learn and apply it here.
He tried hard to pretend that he was a proper local.
Amber replied without looking up as she cleaned up the internal organs of the gorgeous bird. "You're really a hero from 700 years ago. Your story about the gray elves has at least a few hundred years of history, right? Do you know that the gray elves are now engaged in the import and export of medicinal herbs, and they don't hunt anymore? "
Gwen was speechless.
Amber's hands did not stop moving. She skillfully skewered the prey on a long wooden stick and placed it next to the bonfire. She then looked at Gwen and said, "I'm telling you, I really don't know how to hunt. Although I'm half elf, I've been living in human society since I can remember. It was an old thief who raised me …"
"Then your skill …"
"Although I don't know how to hunt, I know how to steal chickens." Hu Po smiled like a child who had just dug up someone's ancestral grave and was still able to chat cheerfully with the person involved. "I learned this skill back then."
Gwen was speechless.
Heti heard Amber's words and frowned slightly. "How vulgar."
Amber shook her finger. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm vulgar. Who asked me to be a thief? I can only take a few copper coins from the pockets of passersby. I can't compare to you nobles who live in castles and can openly take money from the pockets of your subjects."
Before Amber's voice trailed off, Byron's Knight unsheathed his sword and placed it on her neck.
The half-elf broke out in cold sweat on the spot.
Gwen waved his hand and signaled Byron to put away his sword. He then looked at Amber curiously. "I'm curious. Let's not talk about other things. Just based on your mouth, how are you still alive today?"
Before the half-elf could say anything, Gwen had already imitated her tone and shook his head. "My ability to escape is top-notch, right?"
Amber was speechless.
"Alright, let's put all the class conflicts aside for now. We're all in the same boat now." Gawain exhaled as he grabbed a fruit from the side and put it in his mouth. "Everyone, recover your strength first. Those with magic, seize the time to meditate and recover your mana. We have to depart before noon. We've already spent a night underground. We can't waste the next day. "
"Betty, put that aside first." Rebecca glanced at her little handmaiden and kindly reminded her. "You don't need it now."
Betty looked at her mistress and then at the pan in her hand. She seemed to be hesitating.
Gwen was a little curious. "Why do you keep holding this pan?"
Betty was a little afraid of Gwen. She shrunk her neck and tightly grasped the handle of the pan. "Mrs. Hansen told me that I'll be in charge of frying sausages and bread … with this pan."
"Mrs. Hansen was in charge of the castle's kitchen," Heti explained to Gwen in a low voice. "But she's dead."
Gwen sighed and looked at the little girl with a few freckles on her face.
"This pan is yours. It's yours in the future," he said. "Now you can put it aside and eat."
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