Serious Witch's Travel Book

Chapter 95 011. Spring

With an exclamation, Serentina broke free from the dream.

After a short period of confusion, she suddenly stood up from the table and chair like a frightened deer, and at the same time, the knock on the door came unexpectedly.

knock knock knock.

"..."

Serentina stretched out her hand to touch her face a few times, she took a few short breaths, a soft emerald green light flashed between her hands, pulling out several transparent silk threads on her forehead.

The light quickly turned into shining powder and dissipated in the air, and Serentina's cloudy eyes gradually became clear.

knock knock knock.

"Zossa! Do you need help?"

The voices of the elves outside the door were a little hurried. They all knew that Serentina was engaged in a job that was very dangerous to everyone. If something went wrong, it would not only affect herself.Celentina is self-aware of this, so she also ordered before that if she caused any strange abnormalities when she was alone, the guards must solve them immediately - including but not limited to killing her immediately. faint.

If she doesn't talk, someone will definitely knock the door open in a short while, so she immediately shouted: "Everything is fine, I still need some time to deal with the problem."

The mental split made Serentina feel unable to speak for a while, her tone became very strange, and the people outside the door must have heard the clue, so after a few seconds of silence, the people outside the door The guard asked again: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine, it's just a little problem."

She subconsciously groped on the table and found no water.

The people outside the door didn't ask any more questions, but Serentina didn't hear the sound of footsteps going away.She took a deep breath, took off the water bottle hanging on her belt, and took a few big gulps.

The clear wine slid down the throat, and after the initial coolness, the heat followed.

It made Serentina feel better for a short time, but when the things she experienced in the "dream" began to flood into her own memory, the nausea surged desperately again.

What has she been through?

It’s just...

Incomprehensible.

She is a member of the pure-blooded elves that have become increasingly rare nowadays. For the elves, no matter where the elves are, the so-called "pure blood" does not refer to the offspring born between pure elves and elves, nor It doesn't refer to the descendants of a certain group of them—from the very beginning, "pure blood" refers to the elves who grow from the fruits conceived by the tree of life.

These most primitive elves are different from most mortal creatures. According to secular standards, they have no father or mother, nor any kinship relationship. On the contrary, the original tribal system of the elves originated from the tree. Those born on the same tree are members of the same "tribe", and those born on the same branch are members of the same "tribe". members of the family".

Unlike mortals, pure-blooded elves do not have real parents and brothers, but they have a very complete adoption system. The older elves will discuss the distribution of new individuals, and new members of the ethnic group will be assigned to the head caretakers of each family according to tradition. Be big and be one of them, as it has been since time immemorial.

The reason why I have said so much is nothing more than one point - Serentina was not born and raised by a mother in the normal sense, she did not experience the life of a real newborn, a pure blood elf broke out of the fruit When she was young, she had a certain amount of wisdom and survivability. Serentina generally knew what she had experienced when she was a child.

She... definitely hasn't had milk.

Thinking of what happened just now, a blush crept up her cheeks, and the elf hurriedly swallowed another mouthful of fruit wine to suppress the embarrassment.

It's not that she has never seen a mother feeding a child. After all, as the tree of life withers, the proportion of pure-blooded elves is decreasing sharply. Now the mainstream of elf society is the descendants of normal births between pure-blooded elves. Or the offspring of intermarriage with other races.

But I have seen it before, but when this kind of thing happened to an elderly person like her—although it was not actually her own real experience—Selantina still faced an irresistible worldview shock.

She has completely escaped from the dream, but she still can't help having daydreams, she will think of the plump breasts of that gentle woman, the small fruit that wants to be stuffed into her mouth, and the food that she gave up. Own sweet milk.

She experienced the feeling of a baby in the arms of a human, a human woman who should be much younger than her actual age, which was enough to shock the elves, until she realized that the person she was taking into perspective was not a real baby , but when she was a big girl who was not yet an adult but had obviously grown up a lot, her worldview was severely cut again.

Why do human mothers feed such large individuals?Don't they feel wasted or... ashamed?

What's even more outrageous is that they are not called mother and daughter but sisters; what's even more unacceptable is that they breastfeed while...

It's just a mix of love and lust.

Serentina couldn't handle such complicated information at all, and she even felt a little wronged and regretful. She shouldn't be able to "see" such things at all. This is too much.

After all, she was an experienced druid. After she calmed down a little during the period of confusion she had just escaped from the dream, she soon discovered that the jade that should have been placed on the table was gone.

The blond-haired elf hurriedly searched for it, and finally she found her gemstone under the table. Fortunately, it didn't break.

After all, jade is still a mortal thing. After storing two "dreams" and being stripped and watched continuously, all the special luster on it has faded away, and it has turned back into a dull and ordinary jewelry.

Serentina put it back on the handkerchief on the table.

Shocked by this sudden concept, the elf leaned against the simple wooden table in the hotel, carefully sorting out his emotions.

She is a noble pure-blood elf, and a member of the druid community... She cannot be dominated by the memory of such depraved debauchery.

She has to be strong, she and her hunting party must resist any invasion of evil thoughts, same-sex intercourse, indulging in physical contact, embracing vulgar feelings - these are all things that Legolas (Note 1) must overcome, she cannot Let any filth stain this last name.

She is different from her useless sisters.

But the more she tried to bury the memories just now deep in her consciousness, the more these active memories kept teasing her heart.

Serentina took another sip of the fruit wine.

Can't remember these.

She looked at the back of her clean hand, opened her mouth, and bit it hard.

……

"Do you live in the Black Forest? About where?"

Facing a girl who was even more reluctant to speak than herself, Gnicia, who seemed to have finally found some kind of advantage, became active.

There were not many things piled up on the carriage she was riding in. Except for two boxes, there were only burlap sacks filled with grains on the entire cart, which only occupied half of the space. More than enough for slender girls.

After failing to find a carriage to the east, the two travelers who joined halfway embarked on the journey to Lythonid with Gnicia.

I have to say that riding in this kind of crude wooden carriage with others can easily remind Gnicia of her experience of being escorted a month ago, but this journey is much easier than before, so it didn't trigger What a bad mood.

This time Gnicia was no longer tied hands, and without the disgusting oily cloth cover on her head, she finally realized that this long-term bumping was really boring—when the carriage drove along the outer circle of the city wall, The road bypassed Bruyères, and the row upon row of houses on the hillside, as well as the pinnacles at the top of the hill, disappeared between the dark green and brown interlaced curtains of the forest. Strange stagnation phase.

There is nothing wrong with the sights of the Vosges Valley.

From Bruyères to the east, there is a vast and fertile plain sandwiched by two stretches of mountainous areas in the north and south. This road has a slight downward slope. Dragon-like peaks, then you can be aware of long-distance terrain changes.

In the past two days, the coachman has been telling her about the beauty of the Vosges Valley. He said that this place is simply "the end of the journey"—whether it is the Black Forest in the east, the coastal corridor along the North Sea coast, or the Alps in the south. , or the empire-controlled area in the west, within hundreds of miles, he couldn't find a better place to "stop" than here.

"Everyone who is tired should come to this place, stay away from disputes in all directions, find a piece of uncultivated farmland by the shore of Lake Rise, and spend the rest of their lives peacefully with their wives and children."

He said so.

Now Gnicia did see the beauty, too.

Even though the footsteps of winter are quietly approaching, the valley is still as warm as spring, and the endless fields still maintain a touch of greenery, plus the scattered evergreen trees at the foot of the mountain, some fairies of four seasons have misplaced the seasons here the meaning of.

Compared with the desolate gray outside the valley, even the sky here looks a bit bluer, as if a clear and transparent ocean hangs upside down on the top of the clouds, and the clouds with falling stars are like white isolated islands in the ocean. It is also like a huge sheep swept into the sky by the autumn wind, wandering slowly in the blue field.

She even saw a considerable flower field far away, but the coachman said that it was the place where the elves looked after it, and there were hardly many naturally blooming flowers in the wild at this season.

There were some scattered vehicles in the front and back of the carriage the girl was sitting in. After the sun rose, the coolness of the night quickly dissipated. From time to time, on both sides of the road, farmers could be seen chatting in the village square because of the slack farming season. Drivers greeted them on the avenue by yelling, although they were all innocuous greetings, but Gnicia had never seen them before, so naturally she found them extremely novel.

But after three or four hours in the carriage, the girl became tired.

The world is too big, but people are too small.

No matter how far the carriage traveled, the scenery in the distance remained the same.

Gnicia started to yawn, and she yawned several times in a row, which caused the coachman and the boy on the horse to laugh, and said that she could lie down and sleep for a while, and they would naturally call her when they had lunch.

Although what they said was harmless, of course Gnicia was not convinced. After all, her new traveling companion hadn't even stretched her waist for so long, but her eyes had always been energetic.

So she has been trying to find something to say, even if the person she chooses to talk to always chooses "...".

Hmm, maybe "SKIP" too.

"Kawen, a village of more than 200 people, not too big or small." The young man seemed unwilling to let Gnicia feel the coldness all the time, so he took the initiative to take over the conversation and introduced the situation of his hometown to Gnicia : "It's a small place with nothing special, it can't even be found in the empire's atlas."

Before Gnicia had time to say anything, the coachman asked puzzledly: "I've been wondering, why did you go so far away? It's not even close to Bruyères from the border. Could it be that you There are relatives in the German province?"

"Uh... yes." The young man replied very neatly: "To tell you the truth, we did come back from Germany. Several generations ago, the ancestors of the village went from Germany to the Black Forest along the Rhine River. In the outskirts, although even the older generation has lost contact with their fellow clans in other places, every few years, some young people will be found in the village to come and report their safety."

"That's right, it's not safe anywhere now. There are many friends and many roads..." The coachman shook his head, and then suddenly said: "Germany was fighting a few days ago, didn't you encounter it?"

"Of course not, we were lucky."

The young man categorically denied it. The coachman glanced at the horse he was riding and said nothing.

Gnicia, who had been disturbed, muttered sullenly, "Your sister doesn't like to talk."

"That's right... I apologize to you on her behalf. She is very shy, and she was very frightened when she fell from a horse before. Let her stay alone for a while."

This is the end of the conversation, and it would be boring to entangle, but Gnicia always feels that she has an inexplicable sense of closeness to this girl. Compared with talking to the opposite sex, she hopes that this little girl can talk to herself.

The coachman stopped the horse suddenly, and drove the cart to the side of the road. The violent shaking caused Gnicia to turn her head and look over, but she only saw the back of the coachman.

"Let's make way a little bit."

The coachman waved his hands back twice.

"There should be no problem, but there are cavalry coming ahead..."

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Tips.1: "Legolas" means "green leaf" in Elven language.It should be a very familiar surname -3-.

Section 96 012. Arrest and Resisting Arrest

The carriage simply stopped on the side of the road, and Gnicia also stood up curiously and looked forward.

Half a mile in front of them, a group of more than ten cavalrymen were slowly approaching. They were all wearing iron breastplates, and their chests were immediately covered with leather protective gear. It seemed that they didn't come from anywhere. Ordinary travelers, but serious official troops.

However, these people were slightly different from the imperial cavalry that Gnicia had seen.

After they got a little closer, the girl could distinguish more clearly: these cavalry were male and female, and both were wearing uniform protective gear. It was not the standard plank armor of the Imperials, but a strange one with only a collar. The shoulder blades and most of the chest have metal protective gear. The front looks like a large round collar or an inverted bowl; in addition, there are separate metal protective gear from the shoulder to the upper arm. The shoulders provide protection, but the chest, abdomen and arms are only covered by a thick layer of cotton armor.

There were no recognizable emblems on the armor of these cavalrymen, but a short flag was planted on the horse of the deputy. The emblem on it was six petals blooming towards the surrounding blue leaves, and the other six were staggered with it. The golden sharp corners photographing in all directions like rays of light appear to be complex in color, but simple and clear.

"It's the blue cornflower." The well-informed coachman told several people: "It's the army of the lord here, I mean Idol of Lysonides."

These cavalrymen did not harass passers-by, but they would stop and say hello every time they met someone, and they did not know what they said.

Finally, they came close.

The cavalry slowed down, but the first one did not stop, but the one at the end of the team slowed down, and said to the people in front and behind the carriage:

"Citizen, there are reports of forest monster attacks on the road leading to Lysonid, please stay safe."

After that, he didn't say much, but directly drove back to the queue.

Gnicia looked at the cavalry in the distance with great interest: "It seems to be an elf..."

She suddenly noticed that the young man's expression was a little nervous, and even the "sister" next to her reached out and pulled the collar under the cloak, seeming quite disturbed.

But she didn't think too much, and the carriage started to move quickly.

The bored Gnicia tried to talk to the girl again: "Do you know the forest monster?"

The girl still ignored her, and the boy still took the initiative to answer: "I know."

"Oh." Gnicia curled her lips, she began to dislike this talkative boy a little bit.

For people living in the eastern part of Gaul, the forest goblin is the most harmless but also the most annoying of the hundreds of ghosts and ghosts that are said to have come out of the Black Forest.

Few people really care about the ecological problems of this kind of weak monster and have done enough in-depth research on it, but whether they are scholars who pay attention to theory or officials with real power, they have to admit that this kind of little monster has always been a major problem for the empire one.

Forest demons are low-intelligence creatures that live in forest areas. They usually have darker green skin, which is somewhat similar to humans, but their height is only half the height of an adult male's legs. Only the largest ones may pass Waist, in terms of average height, they are much shorter than stone-born races such as halfling dwarves.

But these creatures, who are short in stature and don't have outstanding strength like dwarves, are extremely aggressive beyond logic.

For forest monsters, "aggression" seems to be a nature rooted in the bone marrow. Many people speculate that their lack of intelligence makes it difficult for them to correctly perceive "danger", so whenever they see a group of people When living with other creatures, the forest monster's first reaction is often to gang up and attack the settlements of aliens, to plunder food, weapons, and anything beautiful and shiny.

But the lack of fighting power of the forest monster is nothing to mention. Even an ordinary healthy adult can easily kick three or four forest monsters with military weapons. It's not a problem anymore.

Generally speaking, forest demons are most active when they attack gathering places of other intelligent creatures during the season of food shortage. They don't know what production is, and they don't know how to handle grains. Their attacks often focus on the vegetables they understand. As well as flour and processed food, there are often tens to hundreds of forest monsters in a group. Except for those who live alone, the result of this kind of attack is often that the forest monsters only realize after leaving a lot of corpses. Nothing can be done, and the speed when they retreat is enough to compare with the aggressive will.

For slightly remote areas, being attacked by forest monsters has basically become a small seasonal disaster. Now that the weather is turning cold, it is indeed the time when forest monsters will be active.

but……

"How did they get here?"

The coachman was a little puzzled. He had never seen the forest monster appearing around Lessonides. Even if he occasionally encountered it nearby, it would not be necessary to send out troops to patrol with great fanfare.

Something is strange.

After a whole day, about an hour or two after dinner time, some sporadic fires finally appeared on a small high ground not far away.

"That's it!"