He looked back into the darkness. Far away from the camp, there was another bonfire that shone like a star. That bonfire was so weak that it seemed like it would go out at any time.
There seemed to be a lonely and thin figure beside the bonfire.
Seeing this, Brando could not help but sigh in his heart.
It was not that he did not want the half-elf girl to camp with them, but her vigilance was beyond his imagination. He did not know what kind of experience she had to go through to have such a personality, but she was unwilling to come close to their camp. She was only willing to set up a separate camp a few dozen meters away from their camp.
She refused their help. Although it was a little strenuous, whether it was the small bonfire or the simple tent, she had done it alone. Only when Phoenix Fire gave her the canvas and wood to set up the tent did the little elf girl say 'thank you'.
But it seemed that she did not realize that the so-called 'extra' wood and canvas were actually taken down by Brando directly from an intact tent.
When they started the fire, Brando noticed that the half-elf girl was setting up the tent alone. When night fell, when they were roasting fish, she was still setting up the tent. Now that the lonely figure finally stopped, it seemed that the camp had been set up.
Brendel passed through the darkness between the two camps and arrived at the bonfire. This was the scene he saw when he arrived at the bonfire.
The bonfire was in a wind stove surrounded by a few stones. There were a few remaining flames in the embers of the dead branches. The half-elf girl was still wearing her tattered sheep's head disciple's robe that was obviously one size too big. Her legs were curled together, one hand was wrapped around her calf, and the other hand was holding two or three dead branches.
She put her head on her knees and seemed to be shivering. Brando understood at a glance. She did not find much firewood. In order to ensure that the bonfire would not go out, she could only maintain such a weak flame.
But this little flame was not enough to keep warm in the middle of the night in Tauqike.
"Why don't you enter the tent?" Brando stood in the darkness for a moment and suddenly asked.
The half-elf girl did not notice Brando's approach at all. She was so scared that she jumped up from the ground like a cat. But because she was frozen, she could not stand up and sat on the ground. But even so, Brando saw that her hands were on the hilt of the short sword.
[I really don't know what kind of life this poor little girl has been living.] He could not help but feel pity for her. When he approached her camp, he suddenly realized that the 'tent' she had built was just for show.
She did not have any nails or ropes to secure the canvas or the wooden frame. [I should have thought of this earlier, but she did not mention it. I thought that since she has been trekking in this swamp for such a long time, she must have something that she can use.] Brendel was a little annoyed. [I should have thought of this earlier, but she did not mention it. Since she has been trekking in this swamp for such a long time, she must have some corresponding items.
He did not expect that he was still lacking.
"It's not good to be so stubborn." He could not help but frown and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you tell us?"
The other party did not answer. She only held the hilt of the sword tightly. A pair of cold silver eyes stared at him vigilantly from under the hood. She was as sensitive as a cat guarding its territory.
She was just a kitten that did not have the ability to protect itself.
Brando sighed and did not wait for the little girl to answer. He walked over and set up her tent again. Then he took out a rope from his bag and helped her to fix it. Then he pulled the canvas and fixed it to the ground with nails.
The little elf girl did not speak and only coldly looked at his every move. Brando noticed that her body was very tense. It was as if if he made the slightest move, she would not hesitate to pull out her sword. Although it might not be to attack him.
She knew that she was no match for Brendel, but she did not think that she was a match for him.
However, Brando was afraid that she would hurt herself. He looked at her feet that were wrapped with bandages. Originally, Huang Huo wanted to lend her her boots, but she insisted on not accepting. She only wanted some bandages. The bandages were not wrapped well enough. Even her toes were exposed.
Noticing Brando's gaze, the little elf girl subconsciously shrank her feet. For the first time, Brando saw a look of inferiority on her face.
"Where is your sister?"
The little girl suddenly trembled and looked at him with an expression of disbelief. However, this expression was quickly replaced by a more serious look of vigilance.
She still kept her mouth shut and did not say a word.
If he had not heard her say 'thank you' to Huang Huo, Brando would have thought that she did not know how to speak and was a mute.
"It seems that you are indeed the elder sister." Brando nodded. "Did you come here for your sister?"
There was still no answer.
"You don't have to worry too much. You should be able to see that if we are on the same side as those people, you won't be able to escape, right?"
"Thank you …"
"What?" Brando was stunned. Even with his perception, he could not hear the little girl's voice clearly.
"Thank you … you …" The voice was a little louder, but it was very choppy. It was as if the owner of the voice rarely communicated with others and did not know how to speak.
This time, Brando heard it clearly. He looked at the little girl who was wearing a wrinkled robe. Her expression was vigilant and somewhat restrained. He felt very sorry for her.
"Is there anything we can help with?" He asked softly.
The little girl shook her head.
"Even if it's about your sister?"
The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head firmly.
Brando suddenly understood. He looked at the little girl carefully and silently put away the sympathy in his heart.
He was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "My name is Brando. What's your name?"
"Ling …"
"Ling. Tiretti Tiamas …"
The voice said in a small and weak voice.
When Brando returned to the campfire in the camp, the prime minister's daughter had already recovered her smiling expression. She saw Brando return empty-handed. Her purple eyes flashed with a smile again, "How was it?"
"Don't scheme against the little girl," Brando looked at her in annoyance. He knew that the prime minister's daughter was deliberately making fun of him, "I put some food in her tent. She will see it."
"Why don't you give it to her in person?"
"She doesn't have much, but it is very precious. We can't take away that little thing." Brando took a breath and replied.
"She is a very cute little girl, right?"
Brando looked at her in annoyance. Delfien did not care and only made a gesture to invite him to sit next to her. Brando was stunned for a moment. Then he saw that Delfien had already spread out the blanket that she gave him earlier.
Brando hesitated for a moment, but for some reason, he sat down.
He felt Delfien's head leaning towards him. The faint fragrance of the young girl's hair lingered at the tip of his nose. After a moment, before he could speak, the young girl had already said, "Are you beginning to doubt the truth of what I said earlier, my lord?"
"A little …"
"Don't worry, what I said is true. But at least for now, let me dream for a while, okay?" Delfien replied faintly, "Because I am also very tired, my lord."
Brando opened his mouth as if he wanted to persuade her, but when the words came out, he could not say it. Reviving the Nidwen family was Delfien's obsession, and how could he not be the same?
If it was not because of this obsession, how could he come here, to this world called Wohnde. Because of this, his two souls merged into one. How could he know so many people and experience so many things?
He raised his head, and his gaze followed the rising sparks of the bonfire to the sky.
In the hazy night, there seemed to be starlight shining through the fog. The Crimson Moon Moya hung above the starry sky. It was like described in myths and legends, where the gods used the eyes of the stars to watch this land.
That was the fate and pulse of this world.
It was connecting everyone together.
… …
The Crimson Moon Moya.
Grand Duke Stik turned around from the balcony. Above the surface of the Sublime Inland Sea, which had never changed for thousands of years, a bright moon hung in the sky. The mast stood tall in the dark harbor, but it was silent. Only the sound of the waves could be heard from afar. "Father Ferguson, I'm thinking about a question … I wonder if the moonlight we see today also comes from the magnificent era a thousand years ago. Perhaps there isn't much difference between what the two generations have seen?"
"You are too sentimental, my Lord."
"It is hard not to be sentimental. Time flies, and countless things in the mortal world have decayed and changed, but some things have always been unique. It is really enviable. Even if we know that behind this full moon is our great enemy, I still want to see this moonlight as long as I am alive. I want to see the beautiful scenery of the Sublime Inland Sea and our beautiful world. Perhaps this is the so-called trouble of mortals. Because they are too short, they are attached to eternal beauty. "
"That is because we love this land deeply. We call the land under our feet our homeland. It is the land that gave birth to us. Since I was a child, I have been familiar with everything in this city. I have witnessed the prosperity and development of Cloak Bay. I once left this place to make a name for myself. But after leaving the post of Scepter Bishop, I came back here in my old age because this land gave me life. At the moment of my death, I want to return all of its gifts to the cradle and home that it gave me."
"Unfortunately, Lady Martha is destined to play a joke on us two old men," Grand Duke Stik said with a smile. "After all, only one of us can rest here in peace, and the other will leave this place alive. Perhaps after a long, long time, the people of this land will not be able to return to their homeland."
"But we already have the answer, don't we?"
"Thank you, my old friend." The Grand Duke looked deeply at the other party. "Actually, I really envy you. Just like you, I also grew up in this land. These days, the memories that I should have forgotten long ago became clearer and clearer. I suddenly remembered everything that happened under the city walls, on that street, in that forest. I remembered my grandmother who had passed away a long time ago, the mill that was demolished before the Six Days War, and a certain depression outside the city …"
"Oh my god, I never thought that I had walked through so many days here. From my youth to the prime of my life, from the prime of my life to the middle of my life, and then to old age." The Grand Duke's eyes were a little moist. "Only when I lose them do they seem to be very precious."
"So, I am lucky." The priest smiled faintly. "But you must take our hope away from here. I will rest in the present, and you promised me that you will bring the future back here."
The Grand Duke nodded and patted the priest's shoulder. This was undoubtedly a rude gesture, but at that moment, no one cared. "Let's go," he said. "Let's go and meet our guests, the Blessed of Wisdom. We used to be enemies, but now we have to sit together and make a decision for our common future."
"Things are unpredictable, my friend."
"Yes, things are unpredictable."
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