Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 44 Dinner
Altaïr and the dusk people led them to the bonfire in the center of the camp, where hundreds of dusk giants and another creature they had never seen had already gathered.

Their height is not as burly as the Twilight Giants, only about 1.6 meters in height; the ethnic group is dominated by women, wearing clothes woven from flowers and some kind of tough plant fiber, with a kind of tanned plant veins between the leaves Stitched together, the flowers used for decoration seem to have undergone special treatment, not only will not wither, but will also change color and open and close according to the mood of the owner.

These people have pointed ears and long white hair similar to those of the elves, and they don't need to decorate with hairpins or the like, just letting the waterfall-like long hair hang down at will.Their skin is brown, with a rich earthy texture, soft but not loose, and one can't help but want to poke it to see if it will sink into the soil.

"They are the family of the mistress, brown elves."

The People of Twilight who led the way for the two of them introduced enthusiastically,

"This race has only females. It is a race created by the mistress using the life refining technology of ancient times. After they fall in love with each other, they will go to the altar of the mistress to pray, separate part of the souls of the two mothers, and place them on the altar of the earth. The next generation is born out of it.”

There is no such race in the outside world... Venata and Altaïr walked over curiously, and sat at the table of the brown elves.It's not because the two of them don't like the dusk giants, it's because the height difference is too big, and their necks are a little sore from talking with that dusk giant along the way.

After a while, Badher walked slowly to the chief position. Beside him was a plump woman wearing a floor-length dress woven from dark green vines and various herbal flowers. Her figure was similar to that of the brown elves. Similar, but her stature is not at all shorter than Badheil.

"Here, that's Your Majesty Omebella." Kerios, the Twilight Man just now, whispered to Altaïr beside him.Although the two of Altaïr took the seat of the brown elves.But the giant just now was still next to Altaïr because he was at the bottom.And he happened to speak Elvish, so Altaïr could barely communicate with him.

Omebella and Badher sat down in the center of the crowd.After the two leaders sat down, the camp immediately fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked straight at the two leaders in the center of the camp.

"Today, according to the prophecy of my mother, the giant queen Omebella, two Twilight's family members from the outside world came to the Kingdom of Twilight."

Badheil's voice was very loud, like spring thunder bursting, causing echoes in the camp.

"The prophecy tells us that the war with the Eternal Night Demon Wolf will come to an end under the witness of two visitors from other worlds, and the light of dusk will spread all over the earth. The camp of the dusk family will plunge directly into the hinterland of the night, and the demon wolf will will lose their authority forever."

"In order to celebrate the arrival of the prophet, let us pray together and use delicious Mana to cleanse the prophet!"

After Badher finished speaking, he put his hands together on his chest, and the others followed suit.

It was a prayer recited in the language of giants. Altaïr was confused and tried to use the ability of "Instigator" to repeat those prayers, but it had no effect.

"It's useless for you to repeat it like this."

Seeing Altaïr's predicament, Venata on the side couldn't help laughing lowly.

"Giant language is a very magical language. It can directly communicate with spirituality, and this communication is realized through understanding the meaning of words. Even if a person who does not understand the giant language repeats the pronunciation of the giant language, he will still be unable to use it in ritual magic. play a role in.”

She reached for the plate in front of her and handed it to Altaïr. "Eat my portion first, I hope you are used to the flavor of our Feysac side."

Altaïr looked down at the plate, and there was a large piece of light green manna in the washbasin-sized plate, which seemed to be a piece of barbecue food from the shape.Although the green roast looks weird, it tastes surprisingly good.

I really hope that Venata can try this ritual when she goes back... at least it's much better than cooking by herself.Altaïr was thinking while eating, at this time Venata was chatting happily with the brown elves, and seemed to be very interested in the skin of the brown elves.The brown elves surrounded her, asking questions curiously, occasionally a few words in Elven language floated out, and the rich meanings contained in them made Altaïr start to fantasize irresistibly.

It's really troublesome if you don't understand Giant's language... After you go back, you have to learn your own Elvish language well, and then think about Giant's language.Because of the language barrier, Altaïr couldn't communicate with the other party fluently, and couldn't use extraordinary abilities. He was afraid of being considered malicious by others, so he could only eat with his head down.

Suddenly, Altaïr heard a burst of melodious and open music.It is completely different from the strict rhythmic classical music that Britten likes. The sound is thick and ethereal. Although the details are not as elegant as those of the instrumental music produced by the complex mechanical structure, every listener can't help crying orbital.

Altaïr looked around, and saw that a relatively short giant had finished eating, and took out a wind instrument made of bones from his arms, and was playing it forgetfully.Although his sense of oppression is not as strong as that of Badheyer, when he picked up the pan flute and began to play, Altaïr felt as if there was a twilight shining for thousands of miles in front of him. It falls towards itself with the light fragments produced by friction with the air, there is no way to hide, no way to avoid, and finally the spirit body collides with the fragmented twilight, and obtains supreme comfort in the escaping mass of twilight light.

Subsequently, more and more giants joined this grand wind concert.Their musical instruments are not complicated, nothing more than bone flutes and pan flutes, and delicate stringed instruments such as violins are almost extinct here.For some reason, Altaïr even somewhat understood Britton's set of theories at this time: some emotions cannot be borne by delicate carriers.Whether it is the flow of wind, the energy of fire, the purification of water or the breeding of soil, they are all silently borne by the sound of the thick flute and bone flute, and they are integrated into the never-ending twilight wonders of this country.

Altaïr listened, and suddenly felt that his eyes became hot for no reason, and his eyes were filled with tears at some point.He glanced at Venata quietly, and found that she had turned her back at some point, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and there was a small sobbing sound, and a group of brown elves hugged her comfortingly.

For someone like Venata who lives in a foreign land, the appeal of this song seems to be stronger...

Altaïr wanted to go over to have a look, but found that he didn't know what position to use to comfort the other party.Just then, he felt someone tap his shoulder.

Altaïr turned his head, and behind him was the Twilight People named Crius.The other party put his hands on his chest and performed a giant etiquette.

"Dear outsider, the mistress wants to see you, please come with me."

(End of this chapter)