Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 81 If you encounter trouble in the future, don't involve me
Perhaps because they were taking care of the little girl with mouse-gray hair, the forest elves in front were not walking fast; although the relationship between forest races and humans was almost as hostile as fire and water, human girls were often given a little preferential treatment in the forest.

Because almost every human girl who enters the Great Forest will be transformed into a forest elf by default; that is to say, the forest elves already treat Ciri as half of their own - even if they don't express this directly.

So, in just over a quarter of an hour, Odim and Lin You caught up.

The forest elves quickly became alert; most of them did not show up directly, but in Lin You's perception, at least six bows were aimed at him and Odimu from different angles and distances. As for whether there were other forest elves beyond his perception, he didn't know.

At the same time, the demon hunter quietly put the little girl down from his shoulder, held her in front of him with one hand, turned half sideways, and looked at the demon and wizard behind him vigilantly.

Judging from the White Wolf's body posture, if the person coming is an enemy rather than a friend, he can also keep the little girl in his arms out of the range of long-range attack weapons, and he can draw his sword and counterattack at any time.

"Please don't be nervous." O'Dimm's delicate voice gave people the illusion that a cold-blooded reptile was crawling on the back of their hands, making them shudder without realizing it. "The gentleman next to me is a distinguished guest invited by Her Excellency Esna, and I am the guide."

The forest elves did not listen to Master Mirror's words, and their sharp arrows were always pointed at the two men's vital points.

A breeze blew through the forest, and the branches and leaves of the trees swayed gently, with a rustling sound like someone whispering. When the wind died down, the leading forest spirit dropped his hostility and asked everyone to put down their bows and arrows.

"He wasn't lying, they were guests of Brokilon."

The forest elves lowered their guard, but they did not lower their indifference and alienation. It was unknown when this great forest had completely stopped welcoming outsiders.

Lin You followed O'Dimm's footsteps and walked forward. Suddenly, a mist rose in front of his eyes, which startled the writer. When he looked up suddenly, he saw that everything around him was normal. The setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and provided a meager but clear lighting for the pedestrians in the deep forest.

The mists that suddenly appear are not entities, but deviations from consciousness.

The writer suddenly realized that someone was launching a spiritual attack in an attempt to confuse his senses.

Looking around, he saw that all eyes, whether they were forest elves or humans, seemed to be focused on him, but they ignored Gaunter O'Dimm, who was bigger and should have been more conspicuous walking in front.

Therefore, the real culprit who launched the psychic attack just now was self-evident. If it weren't for the divine warning of the Ophiuchus microcosm, perhaps Lin You would have been attacked without knowing it.

"Mr. O'Dimm, what did you do?"

"Please forgive me, I don't want too many people to remember my face; or rather, now is not the time for them to know me." The devil's whisper was so faint that it did not attract the attention of others except the person he was talking to.

Under the cover of the dense trees of the primeval forest, it gets dark here much earlier than outside; now that they are still far away from Brokilon, the group has to stop and set up camp for the night.

They found a relatively dry open space and lit two bonfires one after another; allowing bonfires to be lit in the forest was already the greatest courtesy the forest elves showed to their guests. Lin You was tactful enough not to join the group of forest elves and demon hunters. As for O'Dimm, he wandered leisurely between the two places, as if he could integrate into any circle at any time.

When a wandless spell called "Burning Flame" lit the campfire, the forest elves remained unmoved, but the little girl exclaimed a little, then shook the witcher's arm and reminded him: "Look, he can also light fire out of thin air, so can he also cast signs? Is that the one called... called Yig?"

"Igni, not Igg." Geralt corrected Ciri's mistake, but his eyes were still looking at the little boy.

Even if a child of this age has survived the Green Grass Trial, it is unlikely that he will be able to master the seal quickly. Moreover, judging from the process of lighting the fire just now, he was very skilled and smooth, and his gestures were very different from the seal. More importantly, his eyes and pupils still looked like those of a normal person.

So, this kid is not a witcher. But who could he be? A warlock, or maybe just a little magician with a few tricks?
Countless thoughts suddenly emerged in the demon hunter's mind.

Before the well-informed White Wolf could figure it out, Lin You did something jaw-dropping again. Iron racks, iron skewers, kettles, ceramic cups, steaks, ground coffee beans... tools and food that were taken out from nowhere were placed around the campfire.

This guy actually started a camping barbecue? !
The steak was sizzling on the iron rack, and the aroma was very appetizing; if it was just the smell of meat, it would be fine, but he actually sprinkled cumin on the steak!

The witcher heard his stomach growling, and then he was suddenly aware of a shadow moving beside him. When he looked back, the little girl had disappeared, leaving only the bread and dried meat he had handed to her earlier.

Subconsciously, I looked over there again... Well, a petite figure was already squatting opposite the boy, with only a head of mouse-gray hair and the back facing me.

Watching the first skewer of steak being grilled and eaten by a boy of about the same age, with hot air and oil dripping from his mouth, the little princess of Sintra finally couldn't help herself.

"Can I exchange something for the barbecue?" The little girl acted very familiar with everyone. When she made the request, she showed the unique roughness and boldness of the Skellige Islands, as well as a bit of the natural self-righteousness of a royal princess.

Lin You glanced at it and casually ate the second skewer of barbecue. His voice was unclear due to chewing: "There is nothing valuable on your body that can be exchanged."

The little girl looked down at herself and couldn't help feeling annoyed; earlier she had thrown away a lot of bulky decorations for the sake of convenience in movement, and now thinking about it, those little gadgets were quite valuable.

The total amount should at least be worth a skewer of barbecue, right?

"I can ask my grandma to reward you." Ciri raised her chin and stretched out her delicate neck, like a proud swan. "I'll go back and tell my grandma to double the reward for you. Ten times... or even twenty times more expensive than the barbecue."

"But I'm not short of money." The boy rejected the girl's offer and started to eat the third skewer. The first two skewers had already filled his stomach half full, so now he could chew slowly and enjoy it.

The little girl licked her lips and said, "Then I'll ask grandma to appoint you as a court attendant. Once you become a attendant, you can become a knight if you make meritorious contributions. Then you will be a noble."

"But I already have an earldom!"

Lin You's answer was like a heavy blow to Xili, knocking away her last bargaining chip.

"I don't believe it. How old are you? Those noble lords are old men with big bellies. Even if they don't have white hair, they should have beards. How could they have children? Tell me, which country are you from?" The pampered royal princess always had the habit of being bossy, and it was clearly revealed when she was angry.

"I come from a country you don't know." Lin You said casually.

Ciri's face flushed red, mixed with the anger of being looked down upon and the grievance of not being able to eat barbecue, and she shouted: "Impossible, I know every country on the continent, and I know the emblems of every royal family; and... I also know the name of every big family in Skellige."

"If I say you don't know, then you definitely don't know." Count Goff lazily sucked the third skewer clean, then picked up the fourth one and deliberately shook it at the girl, "You want to eat it? If you want to eat it, you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"Who wants to eat?" The little girl put her hands on her hips, but couldn't cover up the "gurgling" sound of her stomach. "I just don't want you to look down on me... Tell me what the conditions are. If they're not excessive, I might be able to help you out with some reluctance."

"After you eat my barbecue, no matter when or who you are facing in the future, you must insist that you have never seen me and don't know me; and you must firmly believe in your heart that you have nothing to do with me - can you do it?"

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