Serious Witch's Travel Book

She pointed at the door, and with a light wave, the door was locked accurately.

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Tips.1: "Zhuosha" - the name of an elf, refers to a woman who is older than herself, and is also used to refer to a higher-status fellow.

The elves in Gaul are closer to the customs of the empire, but the elves in the Black Forest still maintain many primitive systems and cultures. When talking in private, they almost all use the Elven language of the Black Forest, and a considerable part of them cannot speak the imperial language—— The so-called lingua franca of Europa.

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I'm very tired recently, and I owe an update with Cavin.

Will add later.

Chapter 94 010. The Past in Yuzhong

Breakfast was heated fermented cheese, several kinds of dry-fried bay leaves, thick and large slices of baked bulbous vegetables, and freshly baked biscuits.

The flavor is very...unique.

Strictly speaking, it can’t be said that it’s not delicious. In fact, when Gnicia tried to imitate the coachman’s way of swallowing sticky porridge-like cheese wrapped in some hard biscuits, she felt pretty good, at least Full of flavor, it can satisfy people's needs for stimulating taste.

It's just that the sour taste of the cheese was really strong, and Gnicia had to drink a lot of water to swallow it.

After a brief meal, the coachman pulled out the carriage and stopped at the door to greet Gnicia.

"Can we hit the road?"

The girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you wait a little longer?"

"Do you have anything else to do? Then I'll wait for you at the intersection."

The farm road outside the city was not wide, and in the morning, the carriages stationed outside began to take advantage of the early morning to continue their journey. It was indeed a bit of a hindrance for them to stay at the main entrance of the tavern.

The coachman didn't leave immediately. He grabbed the gloves and patted them on twice, then looked at Gnicia seriously: "Maybe I should...stop you a little bit last night. But it's still too late, the elves are not so Safe race, if you have made an elf friend, it is a blessing, but you should also consider the cultural differences between the two of you, they... may not be the same as you think."

Gnicia tilted her head, she didn't understand what the coachman said, in her opinion, elves are good people, at least treat her well.

Well, if they didn't stuff that ball into her stomach, maybe her impression would be better.

Seeing her bewildered face, the coachman grinned helplessly, and reached out to pat her on the head—but stopped halfway.

"I'll wait for you at the intersection."

He pointed to the fork of the road into the city, and then led the horse and left.

Gnicia returned to the tavern. She had nothing special to do, she just wanted to say hello to the elf who slept with her last night.

Although the two of them never got close to each other all night, they were still lying side by side... Gnicia somewhat minded, if possible, she would like to ask each other's name or something, even if they may not meet again in the future Given the opportunity, she can still leave a memory.

She walked through the lobby of the tavern, and now there were hardly any people here, just three or two people sitting sporadically eating breakfast, and everyone was in a hurry, many people didn't even intend to stop, just took a dry drink from the counter The bread goes away.

The few carriages parked in the backyard have all driven away, and it looks empty at the moment; the good news is that the elf hunting group that rented many rooms is still here, and Gnicia knows that these elves don't seem to like it very much. In contact with humans, she walked carefully to an elf who was standing guard in the corridor, and greeted her softly: "Hello."

The elf had already seen her coming, and she nodded slightly in response to Gnicia's greeting.

"May I know who was in that room last night...um, ma'am, where?"

The girl didn't know how to address others, so she chose a middle-of-the-road honorific that was polite and not presumptuous.Unexpectedly, the elf probably couldn't understand what she said. The moment Gnicia finished speaking, she saw the confusion on the other's face.

Now it's a little troublesome, but since the other party still pays attention to her, you can try to say a few more words.

So Gnicia conveyed her meaning by gesticulating - she first pointed to the room where she rested last night, then put her hands together and put them next to her ears to make a sleeping posture, then pointed to the elf, and finally pointed to himself.

She didn't know if the elf understood what she wanted to express, but she felt that she probably understood, because the elf standing in front of her suddenly turned to another room next to her, reached out and knocked on the door twice.

"Lit mink, Nerwen."

The door of the room then opened, and Gnicia stood behind her to recount the situation in the room. At least four elves were dining around two merged tables, and the one she wanted to see was among them.

"Hello there!"

Gnicia waved her hand happily.

Unexpectedly, she didn't know what went wrong with this action, and the other elves immediately looked at the person she was looking for in unison.

However, they didn't say anything.Gnicia stood in the doorway, waiting for her late bedmate to put down his spoon and come out, standing still in front of her.

"Say."

Her words were still concise and concise, but in the morning when her vision was clear, the water gray eyes of this lady or young lady were even more beautiful-this matched her temperament very well.

The elf has more equipment than last night. In addition to the short sword hanging on the left waist, she also has a long sword on her back. The hilt is tilted to the right, which seems to be for the dominant hand; Zhang Gong didn't see it, but Gnicia also felt that it was too cumbersome to carry on his back. Presumably even such a professional fighter would not carry it all the time.

This elf with short black hair can speak the common language very well. Compared with the previous one with a strong local accent, she belongs to the type that can make people realize that it is easier to communicate with a few words.

"Hello." Now Gnicia was a little nervous, and she greeted again before she dared to explain her purpose carefully: "Can you tell me your name? Thank you for your company last night. If if possible……"

The elf's bland eyes with a hint of weariness gradually became a little bit sharper with Gnicia's words, which made the girl slowly dumbfounded.

The female elf in front of her was obviously not very happy. Her eyes were fixed on Gnicia, which even made the girl feel like she was staring at herself.

Am I doing something wrong?

Too fierce, Gnicia felt aggrieved.

There were a few tears in her eyes, not many, but enough to make others aware of the situation.

The elf's sullenness didn't last long, perhaps it was the misty tears that touched her, and her gaze towards Gnicia gradually softened.

Afterwards, she calmly reported her name.

"Legolas Deedlet Norwin."

"leave."

Without any more desire to talk, she turned her head in front of Gnicia and returned to the room, closing the door behind her.

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When Gnicia returned to the main road with some small grievances, she found that there were two more people beside the wooden carriage she was riding in.

One is a young boy with short hair. He looks quite energetic, but the thick clothes on his body are dusty, and he looks like a long-distance traveler.

The other person is a slender person who has wrapped herself tightly. Since the entire head is covered under the hooded cloak, it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman from the back, but she is younger than that She is a little short, and her physique is not outstanding. If she is not a woman, then she should be a younger youth.

The two men are talking to the coachman, who is standing beside the horse, and from his gestures it seems that he is trying to refuse their negotiations.

Seeing Gnicia approaching, the coachman hurriedly raised his arms: "Oh, miss, this way."

He was on the avenue, and Gnicia would definitely not mistake him, and that was his attempt to get rid of the entanglement in this way.

Sure enough, the two of them immediately looked at Gnicia behind them.

No.1 is indeed a young male, and the other... is likely to be a female.

She wore a hood and a high scarf around her neck, which covered half of her face, and only half of the bridge of the nose and eyes could be seen.But even with these two points, Gnicia is enough to characterize her gender——

Those beautiful red-brown eyes with long curly eyelashes and thin double eyelids really don't look like the parts that a man should have. If it is really a man, it is definitely a natural beauty.

When the young man saw Gnicia, his face became more happy, and he took the initiative to come forward to say hello: "Hi, dear lady..."

Under the helpless watching of the coachman, Gnicia gradually understood what was going on from the young man's narration.

This is a pair of brothers and sisters who are traveling. The reason for the trip is to visit relatives.

It's just that they didn't have long-distance trekking experience before, and there were problems with the map markings. They got lost halfway, and now the travel expenses are seven or eighty-eight. As a last resort, they decided to return to their hometown by the same route.

"As you can see, my sister was injured a little... When we were walking on the mountain before, our horse was frightened by a wood sparrow and threw her off. Now it's not a problem to let her bump on the horse , so we want to rent a carriage that is willing to go east..."

"But I don't go to the Black Forest, and I don't know there is a village called Cavan. To be honest, I don't think that road is safe."

"We will pay enough travel expenses." The boy still insisted: "Please, I have been waiting here for a few days, no one wants to go east..."

"I'm not going there either."

"But your carriage is from the Black Forest, isn't it?"

"...Where did you come from..." The driver suddenly remembered something, he tore off a piece of decorative leather from the leather belt near the horse's front legs with his backhand, flipped through it a few times in annoyance, and told the two with a straight face. Person: "Not now."

"It's cheating," protested the young man.

"My lord is such a creature." The driver didn't care about his indignation at all, and he waved to Gnicia: "If there are no other questions, I'm going to set off."

The boy took two steps back, his disappointment was evident, but the girl didn't say anything about it, she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and after being rejected, her beautiful red eyes didn't even have the slightest hint. Frustrated, as if it had nothing to do with me.

But Gnicia suddenly felt sympathy.

"Wait, uncle..." She took a few steps forward and stopped the middle-aged man. "Isn't there still a lot of space behind the car?"

The coachman was not willing to accept it: "Adding two more people will be too heavy, which will seriously delay the journey, and there is no way to sit down."

"It's good to be alone, I have a horse!" Seeing that there was something to do, the young man rushed forward. "Just let her sit."

"You didn't understand, I can't send people to the Black Forest, that's the problem."

The coachman spread his hands helplessly: "You children don't know the recent situation. I met the military police of the Imperial Court yesterday. They are arresting the rebels in the north. With this relationship, it is impossible to go to the Black Forest Yes, unless smuggling..."

Seeing that the young man was moved, he hurriedly interrupted this idea: "Give up, smuggling is impossible, I will never do smuggling in my life, let alone money, I am not short of money to get it life to change."

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, the young man was too anxious to speak, but Gnicia suddenly had an idea.

She asked the young man, "Why don't you go to the city? It should be easier to find people who are willing to go east?"

"Sister She is inconvenient to move, and I still have to take care of her, so I didn't go."

"Ready? We should go."

The coachman didn't want to tangle with strangers any more.

But Gnicia still wanted to help others, so she asked again: "How about driving her to the capital?"

"...Lessonides is the center of the entire Vosges Valley. If you want to find someone to drive her to the Black Forest, the probability there is indeed higher."

The coachman let out a long breath: "At least that's it."

Seeing this, the young man pulled his sister aside, and they communicated in a low voice for a while, almost all of them were young men.

When he returned, he had already made a decision: "Okay, let's go to Lysonid first."

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Serentina entered a strange "dream".

She linked her spirit with the scars on the jade ball, and she wanted to see what kind of situation could cause such a big problem with the memory of an ordinary human being.

Memories of this kind of thing must be inseparable from the personal experience of its owner. Celentina thought a lot about what she might see and see, but there is no doubt that what she actually saw was far more than what she saw. expected.

She was in a place that she had never seen before, or rather, she had no conception at all.

She can guarantee that what she sees is not Gaul, because there is no such a big city on the coast of Gaul, there may be one in the south of Gaul, but the architectural style here is very different from that of the empire.

She was in a... room facing the ocean, or rather, a bed.

The weight on her body and the jade body in front of her eyes made her immediately understand what she was going through, Serentina was a little panicked, because she saw "her" hand tightly grasping a beautiful and chaotic sphere.

"My little cutie, what do you want?"

The woman lying next to her asked her this.

"I'm hungry."

"Myself" replied.

no, do not want……

Serentina watched as "herself" was turned over by a pair of big hands, and she was pillowed on the lap of the woman with charming wheat-colored skin, like a baby.

"It's breastfeeding time."

The woman's eyes were full of doting, she embraced "her own" small body, and then...

No, don't do this—

Don't come here! ! !

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Probably eaten a lot by the sages...

Or maybe not.

Schrödinger's story!