The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

In Elizabeth’s dedicated carriage, half of them are seats and the other half are bedroom compartments.

At night, the train was still moving forward, but at a slower speed.

Charles who couldn't sleep came out of his compartment and found a ladder leading to the roof at the back of the car. The cover of the ladder was open.

Because the train needs to pass through many undeveloped areas, in order to ensure that the train is not attacked by the devil beast in the primitive forest, there are guards on the top of the carriage standing guard.

Although the speed of the train is not fast, it is still very hard to stand guard on top. Not to mention the wind scorched and drenched by sun and rain. When the train is about to pass through the tunnel, the trainer at the front will sound the horn to remind the bodyguards on the roof to lie down and avoid being brushed down by the tunnel.

Charles thought for a moment, then climbed the stairs to the roof of the car.

As soon as he put his head out of the roof of the car, he realized that he was being pointed at with his face.

"Why did you come up?" Horatio was standing guard on the roof of this car tonight.

"Can't sleep." Charles climbed onto the roof of the car, "Come up and blow the air."

Because of the rain in the south, the roof is "⌒". A plank about one meter wide was laid in the middle for the guards and maintenance staff to walk.

Horeshaw, who put away the long sword, said to him: "Then sit down and don't fall. If you fall, you have to catch up with the car and climb up. Don't expect the car to return. Stop and wait for you."

Charles gave an "Oh", and then sat obediently and honestly on the board.

In case of a fall, the fall is the second best thing, and the most important thing is to lose face.

New Year's Day is still more than half a month away, and the moon tonight is relatively round.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest tens of meters away stood on both sides like a black wall, and occasionally some animal roars came from the depths of the forest.

Lying looking towards the night sky, you can find clouds floating from south to north. The stars in the night are sometimes covered by clouds, and sometimes jump out from behind the clouds.

At this time, the temperature has dropped to about 5 degrees Celsius, and the cold air kept flowing in and out of Charles' socket and lungs.

The humidity in the forest is very high. Although the temperature has not dropped below freezing, it can still take away a lot of heat from Charles.

Charles tried to control the operation of magic power in his body to keep himself warm.

In this world, the biggest difference between the wizard and the warrior is that the wizard controls the magic power to form magic outside the body, and the warrior controls the magic power to flow in the body to strengthen the body. There is no obvious boundary between the two, it only depends on which aspect the individual focuses on.

It didn't take long before Charles felt his body warmed up. Then he speeds up the flow of magic power, and then feels his body feels hot like fever.

At this moment, Horatio’s voice came from the side, "If you don’t want to be like the meat for dinner today, don’t speed up the flow of magic power."

Charles was shocked and immediately stopped the flow of magic power on his body.

Horeshaw then said to him: "The Fire Element all around just now gathered to you very quickly, haven't you noticed it?"

Charles thought for a moment and said : "I didn't notice."

Horeshaw looked at him and said, "Then you should change the element for the time being to practice, at least it's safer." After he finished speaking, he picked up his hand. Things continue to be carved with a knife.

"What are you doing?" Charles curiously asked.

Horeshaw continued his work, "Make a palette for my younger sister, she likes painting very much."

"You really love your younger sister "Charles laughed, "I remember you bought a lot of things for your younger sister along the way."

"Isn't that inevitable?" Horatio said without looking up, "I Nana is a girl at home, and the other younger brothers are all grown-ups."

"Do you still have a younger brother?" Charles heard it for the first time, "I haven't heard you say it before."

"I have three younger brothers, they are all grown-ups." Horatio said, "Since they are grown-ups, don't care about them."

Charles thinks he is right. It makes sense.

He then began to check the household registration, "So you have five brother younger sisters in your family."

"hehe..." Horatio laughed twice." Maybe there will be six of them this time."

"Huh?" Charles froze for a moment.

"What's weird about this." Horatio continued without looking up, "George is ranked eighth in their house, but he is the youngest."

"Uh..." Charles was stunned at this time. The lifespan of the Spirit Race is long. If there are so many children in each generation, how many elves should be.

Speaking of George who was full of continents collecting gifts for his daughter, Charles asked: "Then how many children do you have?"

Hornshaw smash it, smash it. "I'm not married yet..."

"No way?" Charles asked in surprise, "George is about the same age as you, and his daughter is 90 years old. How could you not be married yet? "

Charles has heard a lot of questions like this in his previous life. He didn't expect that he would have a day to use it.

"It's coming soon." Horatio's answer was the same as Charles's answer in the previous life.

But unlike Charles, Horatio’s next words, “I’ve agreed with my girlfriend, we will get married when I withdraw from the caravan, so I’m going to take advantage of it. This is the opportunity of the New Year's party to propose to the public."

Charles opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while. He knew that Horatio had been begging Elizabeth for something a while ago, and it was probably something that put him on stage.

Hundreds of years of lifespan are enough for elves to learn a lot of knowledge. It seems Horatio has also lightened the skill tree of music.

Jing Spirit Race’s New Year’s party is similar to the Spring Festival Gala. If he does not have two brushes, Elizabeth is impossible to agree to help him.

And proposing in the spring evening, this mess is big enough.

Then Horatio said: "Don't tell anyone about this. If you didn't write the song "It's All Caused by the Moon", I wouldn't tell you."

Charles discovered at this time that a soundproof barrier had risen around the two of them.

"Congratulations." Charles said to him with a smile.

"When the time comes, you must come to my wedding." Horatio sent an invitation to Charles, "when the time comes, you help me trap George."

"Huh?!" Charles was surprised that his mouth opened wide.

"She is George's elder sister." Horatio said with a smile, "She is also Nana's teacher."

"oh?" Charles found the point, "Then how did George get married so early?"

Horeshaw curl one's lip, "The two of them are neighbors. They grew up playing with each other and got married as soon as they graduated."

By the moonlight, Charles found Horatio's expression was a bit weird. Considering the daily relationship between him and George, maybe there is one in the combination of childhood sweethearts that lasted for hundreds of years.

Charles changed the subject, "What are your younger brothers doing? Are you in the army like you?"

"No." Horatio shook the head," Second Brother is an animal trainer who specializes in breeding spiders."

He pointed to the white stockings on Charles’s legs and said: "The silk of the stockings you wear is produced by those spiders. After the sticky spider silk is scalded in hot water, it can be used for spinning."

Charles asked: "Then those colorful stockings, are they dyed with spider silk?"

"No." Horatio is obviously knowledgeable, "Just feed the spiders with some colored things before they produce silk."

Charles nodded, this "colored thing" seems It is the core technology for producing colorful stockings and other silk fabrics.

Horeshaw continued: "Third Brother and his fourth brother have been raising pigs and chickens in the past ten years. I heard that they are tinkering with new feed. I don't know how they are tinkering now."

Then he said: "The pigs and chickens they raise are basically sold to the parents' cannery."

"Canned food?" Charles curiously asked.

At this moment, Horatio’s face is a bit ugly, "It’s like the juice I drank at noon today. Put the meat in a bamboo tube, steam it, and then seal it, so that it can be stored for many years. I often eat this stuff in the army, you will know in the future. Because it's too unpalatable, so I told my comrades in sorry that I also make this at home."

Charles' face also darkened. It is estimated that the taste of this mass-produced can is not the first. The first task of food on the battlefield is to fill the stomachs of soldiers and provide them with energy. As far as the taste is concerned... Just eat it. You don't think it tastes good because you are not hungry enough, and everything tastes good when you are hungry.

After a few more conversations, Horatio drove Charles back into the car. He was afraid to wait until Charles dozed off and fell out of the car.