Vol 6 Chapter 253

He glanced back into the darkness, and away from the camp, there was another bonfire shining like a star. The bonfire was so faint that it seemed to go out anytime, anywhere.

At the campfire, there seemed to be a lonely, thin figure.

Seeing this scene Brando could not help but sigh in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't want the half-elf girl to camp with them, but the other's vigilance was beyond his imagination. He didn't know what kind of experience created a little girl's character, but he didn't want to approach Their camp is only willing to stand alone in a place tens of meters away from them.

She refused their help. Although it was a bit laborious, both the small campfire and the simple tent were done by herself. In the meantime, only when Phoenix fire gave her the tent canvas and wood, the little elf girl said ‘thank you’ lightly.

However, it seems that she did not find that the so-called 'excess' wood and canvas were actually removed by Brando directly from a good tent.

When they lit the fire, Brando noticed that the little elf girl was setting up the tent alone. After night, when they were grilling fish, she was still setting up the tent. Now the lonely back has finally stopped to look The camp was also set up.

Brando walked through a dozen meters of darkness between the two camps and came to the faint bonfire, and saw exactly this scene.

The bonfire was in the wind stove surrounded by several stones, in the ashes of the dead branches, and the last few flames. The half-elf girl was still wearing her tattered and obviously larger sheephead robe, double Feet curled together, one ring on the calf, and the other holding two or three dead branches.

She put her head on her knees, and seemed to be trembling, Brando understood at a glance that she didn't find much firewood, in order to ensure that the bonfire would not go out. Can only maintain such a faint flame.

However, this flame is not enough to warm up in the middle of the night in this season.

"Why not go into the tent?" Brando stood for a moment in the darkness and suddenly said.

The half-elf girl didn't notice Brando's approach at all, and she bounced off the ground like a cat. But because she was frozen, she couldn't stand up, and she sat down on the ground with her buttocks, but even so, Brando could see that she pressed her hands on the hilt of the short sword for the first time.

I really don't know what kind of life the poor little girl had lived before, and Brando couldn't help but feel compassion. When he approached the camp of the other person, he suddenly realized that the 'tent' she had set up was simply a good thing.

She didn't have nails or ropes, and couldn't fix the canvas and wooden frame. Brando couldn't help but be a little annoyed. He should have thought about this, but the little girl didn't raise it. He thought she had already trek in this swamp After so long, I think there should be some corresponding things.

Unexpectedly, he was still different.

"It's bad to be so stubborn," he frowned and said, "Why don't you tell us?"

The other party did not answer. Just holding the hilt tightly, a pair of indifferent silver eyes stared at him vigilantly through the underside of the hood, sensitive like a cat guarding the territory.

But it's just a kitten that has no ability to protect itself.

Brando sighed and did not wait for the little girl to answer. She walked over and re-raised her tent. Then she took the rope out of her suitcase and helped her secure it. Then she pulled the canvas and fixed it with iron nails. on the ground.

The little elf girl didn't speak, only watching his every move coldly. Brando noticed that her body was very tight, as if she would act lightly, she would not hesitate to pull out the sword, although it might not be to him.

She also knew that she could not be Brando's opponent.

But Brando was afraid she would hurt herself. She looked at her twin script wrapped in bandages, and wanted to lend her boots to her, but she insisted not to. As long as some bandages were used, those bandages were obviously not well wrapped, and even her toes were bare. outer.

Paying attention to Brando's gaze, the elf girl shrank involuntarily. For the first time, Brando saw some inferiority in his face.

"Where's your sister?"

The little girl froze suddenly, looking at him with an unbelievable look, but this look was soon replaced by a deeper alertness.

She still closed her mouth and said nothing.

If it hadn't been for her previous "Thank you" to Phoenix, Brando almost thought she wouldn't speak, and it was dumb.

"It looks like you are an older sister," Brando nodded. "Are you here for your sister?"

Still no answer.

"You don't have to worry too much, you should see that if we and those people are all the same, you can't escape at all, right?"

"Thank you……"

"What?" Brando hesitated. With his ability to perceive, he did not hear the voice of the little girl like a mosquito.

"Thank you ... you ..." The voice was a little louder, but extremely jerky, as the master of the voice would not speak because he rarely communicated with people.

This time Brando heard it clearly. He looked at the little girl in a crumpled robe with a vigilant and restrained look, and felt pity.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" He asked softly.

The little girl shook her head.

"Even about your sister?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head firmly.

Brando suddenly understood, he took a closer look at the little girl, and silently put away the sympathy in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "My name is Brando, what's your name?"

"Ling ..."

"Ling Tiretti Tiamas ..."

The voice was small and weak.

When Brando returned to the bonfire in the camp, Prime Minister Qianjin had recovered the grinning look. She saw Brando returning empty-handed, and a smile flashed again in her purple eyes: "How?"

"Don't count the little girl," Brando glanced at her angrily, knowing that the prime minister was kidding himself deliberately: "I put some food in her tent and she will see it."

"Why didn't you give it to her in person?"

"She doesn't have much, but it's precious, and we can't take it away." Brando took a breath and replied.

"It's a cute little girl. Right?"

Brando glanced at her angrily, and Delphin didn't care, and only made a move inviting him to sit beside her. Brando froze and saw that Delfyne had rolled out the blanket he had previously given him.

Brando hesitated. But the ghost sat down poorly.

He felt Delphin leaning his head back, and the faint aroma of the girl's hair lingering around his nose. A moment later, before she could speak, the girl said, "Did you start to doubt the truth of what I said earlier, sir?"

"A little……"

"Don't worry. All I said was true, but at least for now, let me dream for a while, okay?" Delphin replied quietly: "Because I'm tired too, Lord Lord."

Brando opened his mouth and seemed to want to persuade her to say something, but when he reached the point, he couldn't say anything. Reviving the Nederman family is Delphine's obsession, why isn't he?

If it weren't for this obsession, why would he come here. When he came to this world called Warnde, and the two souls became one, how could he know so many people and experience so many things?

He raised his head, and looked up at Mars, rising along the bonfire, into the air.

In the hazy night, there seems to be starlight through the diffuse mist, and the Red Moon Moya hangs above the starry sky, as depicted in myths and legends. The gods watch the land with the eyes of the stars.

That is the fate and pulse of this world.

It is connecting everyone.

...

Red Moon Moya.

Archduke Strike turned from the terrace. On the surface of the sublime inland sea that has not changed for thousands of years, a bright moon loneliness, dark harbors, and masts. But it was silent, only the voice of the waves came from far away, "Fr. Ferson, I'm thinking about a question ... I wonder if the moonlight we see today is also from the magnificent one thousand years ago. Era. Perhaps everything seen by the two generations is not much different? "

"You are sentimental, sir."

"It ’s hard not to be sentimental. Time is passing, years are like China, and countless things in this world have decayed and changed, but there are some things that are truly enviable, but I know that behind this full moon is us Enemy, but in my lifetime, I still want to look at the moonlight more, to see the beauty of the sublime inland sea and our beautiful world. Maybe this is the so-called mortal trouble, because I am too short, so I will Passion for eternal beauty. "

"That ’s because we love this land. We call this land our homeland. It is the land that gave birth to us. Since my childhood, I have been familiar with everything in this city. I have witnessed the cloak. The prosperity and development of the Gulf. I once left here to start a career, but after leaving the post of scepter bishop, I returned to this place because the land gave me life. At that moment, I will return all its gifts to the cradle and home it gave me. "

"Unfortunately, Lord Martha is destined to make a joke for our two old guys," said Archeast Steker, "after all, we only have one person who can rest here forever, and the other person will have to leave this place, maybe After a long time, the people on this land cannot return to their hometown. "

"But we already have the answer, don't we?"

"Thank you, my old man," Grandpa looked at each other deeply. "Actually, I really envy you. Like you, I grew up on this land. In these days, I used to The memory that should have been long forgotten now becomes clearer. I suddenly remember what happened at a certain time under that wall, above that street, and in that wood, I remember A grandmother who died long ago, the mill that was demolished before the Six Day War, and a depression outside the city ... "

"Oh my God, I never thought that I've traveled here for so many days, from juvenile to strong, from strong to middle-aged, and then to old men," the duke's eyes were slightly moist: "They don't seem to be treasured until they are lost."

"So I'm lucky," the priest smiled lightly. "But you must take our hope away from here. I will sleep for now, and your promise to me is to bring the future back here."

The Duke nodded, and he patted the priest's shoulder. This was undoubtedly an rude gesture, but at the moment no one cared. "Let's go," he said, "to meet our guests, intelligent lovers, our former enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future."

"The world is fickle, friend."

"Yes, things are fickle."

... (~ ^ ~)