Cabin for two with Maid of Mond

Cloris doesn't have the ability to fight, but the storm of the Wind Demon Dragon has not directly affected Mond City, and the turmoil between the elements and the Qiuqiu people, after the Knights strengthened their inspections, it was more stable than usual in a certain range, so she also Boldly continue to run outside.

Only then did we encounter today's turmoil, and followed the refugee team to flee all the way to the sentry camp.

"Miss Maid, are you going to touch that big guy? Can you give this to him for me?"

Noelle looked at the hand extended by the other party, with surprise on his face.

"This... even if it is really well-intentioned, but... I don't know if it will be accepted."

"Hey, let's try it." Cloris tiptoed and said with a smile: "You know, I usually don't want to go to the Star Picking Cliff. These things...maybe, fate wants me to pick them for that particular big guy."

"It's… okay."

Noelle hesitated, but still nodded and took what the other party handed over.

Cloris said: "I often run around outside. In fact, I have seen it from afar...that big mechanical fellow did terrible things to humans..."

Noelle opened her mouth slightly, but didn't make a sound, and swallowed some words back.

I've seen that kind of bloody scene before, you can't hit a single one, and you can't run fast, how dare you go out into the wild in this situation?

This heart is so big... Even Noelle would have the desire to vomit.

Cloris continued: "Even so, I still believe that the big guy over there is different. There is nothing I can do, at least I can deliver this."

As he spoke, the petite botanist lowered his head, showing shame.

"But at the end of the day... I'm still afraid, otherwise I should walk over by myself. Although I have been in the wild for a long time, I sometimes talk to plants, but for the mechanism dolls... I'm sorry, I can only leave it to you. "

"It doesn't matter." The last sentence of the other party made Noelle more motivated. "Let me pass on the gift, you can leave anything to me!"

then……

After a while, under the gaze of many eyes, the silver-haired girl with a big sword walked towards the tall shadow outside the camp step by step.

The shadow itself is not completely dark, the core at the front and back of the body always emits light steadily.

Originally, Noelle was quite nervous, and thought that the closer she got, the more frightened she would become.

Unexpectedly, I felt a little more relaxed.

--why?

——I don't trust this ruin guard blindly, even now, I'm ready to draw my sword right away...

——But I feel... warm...

——and... peace of mind?

——It’s not elemental magic, it’s not the smell of air, it’s just pure... leisurely and comfortable.

——Still a little familiar?Am I thinking too much?How could it be possible to be familiar with...

When Noelle's thoughts were flying.

The body has completed the movements that have been rehearsed many times in the brain before without any hindrance.

Stand still in front of the mechanical giant, wait for a moment, and then hand out an object.

At the same time, Noelle seemed to realize something.

——Ah... this sense of familiarity...

——Are you...

--that time?

A picture flashed through the girl's mind.

Eight to seven days ago, in a ward, there was a young man who was actually very strange.

Although it was just an extremely boring care, it didn't make her feel impatient, it was an ordinary time.

then……

The mechanical giant moved.

There was also a commotion in the camp at the other end.

But the blindfolded youth at the front of the camp, and the girl next to the mechanical giant's feet, were calm and steady.

The solid and huge palm stretched out, allowing the maid to put down the things held in her hands lightly and safely.

A white flower that seems to exude a cool and noble breath.

A few sighs of relief came from the camp.

And outside the camp - in another direction different from the relic guard, where the forest is dense.

The emerald green figure holding a small harp smiled alone.

Volume 42: [-] Chapters The Poet Flying Over the Night Fields

If, without mentioning the poetic sustenance metaphor...

Regardless of the wind element response from the magic angle.

For most people, the wind is just the wind.

But for this "bard", there are many kinds of things that can be carried by a gust of wind.

You can bring the blessing of bravery.

Regardless of whether the soldiers sincerely pray to the wind, it does not prevent the poet from spreading blessings on the chaotic battlefield, helping his feet to be faster and his consciousness sharper.

You can also take along the rhythm of encouragement.

Even if the poet's chords are completely melted into the wind, and the listener doesn't notice it, he can still instill courage and add a little more push to the gentle heart.

on the other hand……

The direction of the wind is free and ever-changing, what it can bring, what it can bring naturally.

It can blow the warm breath surrounded by mechanical heavy bodies.

Let the poet understand that there is indeed a special essence under its hard shell, and it is a steady force that even the poet feels mysterious and unknown.

It can also transmit a certain range of whispering voices.

Ordinary poets in the city only use this to listen to all kinds of household chatter, except for a few things that really arouse their concern - such as the suffering of the blind girl who suffered from her love - most of them are forgotten...

But today, the poet pays more attention to the discussions during and after the battle.

Two things are worth noting.

First of all, some adventurers discussed that they were somewhat impressed by the guard of the ruins who acted wonderfully.

It seems to be the ruin guard who has been sitting on the wilderness for a long time, completely destroyed, and thought he would never move again.

The ruined relic guard is located near a place where the leylines overflow frequently. Adventurers will clean up the stagnant energy of the leylines at regular intervals. The destroyed relic guard is also a kind of landmark.

Therefore, the more times the commission was done, the more he would get used to the guard who destroyed the ruins.

They even sat and rested in its shadow.

But today, based on the distribution of ancient wounds on the guard of the ruins outside the camp, the adventurers recognized the possible origin.

Unexpectedly, the mechanical wreckage that had been reduced to scenery for an unknown number of years was now moving.What is even more unexpected is that it will help humans after moving.

It can only be said... the world is still full of unknowns and surprises?

The wind brought this message to the poet. The poet looked at the outskirts of the camp, the tall shadow with the faint light of the core, and remembered the scene of the girl handing flowers just now.

The bard felt a little poetic, but he could only press it first.

Another piece of news, brought by the wind, is less humming, but perhaps more important.

The knights wanted to report the abnormalities found on the Chuqiu people, but when the cavalry captain checked, the abnormalities on the Chuqiu people's bodies disappeared.

However, the cavalry captain did not reprimand the knights for talking nonsense. On the contrary, he listened carefully to what the knights said about what he saw, and thought about it for a while.

Afterwards, the cavalry captain did not give any special instructions, but only asked to maintain defense and continue to pay attention to any abnormalities, but this matter should have remained in his mind.

The poet listened from afar and nodded.

——Since he took it seriously.

——Then I don't need to throw 'this' over to show him.

The poet waved aside.

A Qiuqiu corpse surrounded by a whirlwind floated behind the poet.

On the Qiuqiu people's iconic mask, there is a strange spar-like object, which seems to go through the mask and go straight into the Qiuqiu people's head.

But when the poet opened his hand, the strength of the whirlwind weakened, and it no longer completely covered the body of the Qiuqiu man, but only floated on it. The spar-like object on the face of the body of the Qiuqiu man immediately turned into light smoke, as if it had never existed.

The poet looked sideways and shook his head.

——Anyway, even I can't catch this strange energy. Temporarily suppressing it forcibly is already the limit, and it will dissipate as soon as I let go.Even if it is brought to them, there is no way for them to research the reason...

——Even if it is captured alive, the weird spar will still dissipate by itself, leaving only a Qiuqiu who can do nothing but go crazy.

——Besides, when he takes people around casually, he will see practical examples soon.

——This unknown and terrifying force has spread across the land of Mond...

The bard looked away from the sentry camp and looked around the land within his vision.

In addition to eyesight, the poet can feel more mysterious and unspeakable breath, which is the pulsation of the land itself, and the wind that has not been really stable for a long time.

In the dark, there were long-hidden terrible things swaying in the past, but now there are more strange...something else.

——Oh, it's too bad.She even wanted to have the cheek to ask the old man next door for help...

—but I dare not leave for the time being.I don't know what the old man looks like now, except for that annual day, even if I go to look for it in person, I may not be able to find it...

——Besides, I have no obligation to help with Mond's matter here...

——Speaking of which, the old man is so mighty, even if he has his own problems over there, there shouldn't be any strange things like Mond's here... right?

The bard sighed and waved his hands in annoyance.

The Qiuqiu man's body was immediately swept up by the airflow and crashed into the pit, and a rough burial was completed on the spot.

Then the poet jumped down lightly.

Falling from the branches of the forest, under the light of the stars and the moon, the beautiful face with neutral beauty is also dimmed by worry.

The poet closed his eyes, clenched his fist and lightly leaned on his heart.

The reason for his bad complexion was not only his mood, but also a definite short-term weakness.

——Continuously cast blessings on more people for a longer period of time...

——Sure enough, a bit reluctant?

——Hehe, now I feel powerless even to this extent.There is such a disadvantage in not doing business for a long time...

——There must be enough power left...

——"He" is now the same as a storm itself. It's just a conversation. I have to show the most precise concentration to appease and adjust the atmosphere of the environment, otherwise I'm afraid the conversation will not be established...

——Well, it's okay, my strength is still enough, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Then, open your eyes again.

The bard in emerald green clothes, Wendy, evened out his aura, and his eyes reappeared with firm light.

Wendy pressed the soft hat on her head and looked up at the distant sky.

——The movement of the storm...

—Are you finally coming over?

——All this has something to do with you?Or... beyond what you and I know, some other...

--Ugh.

—My friend, I must call you back.

Wendy turned around, turned her back to the sky at the other end, and looked at the faintly visible city lights in the distance at the other end.

Immediately, the wind soared high.

The self-generated airflow on the flat ground easily transports the slender body to a higher place.