Chapter 43 Troublesome Letter from Hawkins
"What should I do! What should I do! Wait! I have an idea!" Miss White Stork suddenly remembered a sample that she had not used yet.
She uncorked the bottle and drank the transformation potion in one gulp. The potion took effect quickly, and her body swelled up, her wings spread, and she raised her head and let out a scream.
"Come up! I'll take you flying out!" Miss White Stork urged them.
She turned into a tall griffin, with shiny feathers and a huge body, very majestic.
Hallownest was collapsing rapidly. Darion summoned plant roots to temporarily resist the surrounding ground, while the others quickly climbed onto the back of the griffin, one by one.
"Give me your hand!" Sewell shouted at him.
Miss White Stork's wings are vibrating, and she is ready to take off.
Darien raised his hands high, and Sevier pulled him up with force.
The falling rocks were like a rainstorm, and if they were small, they could still be avoided, but Miss White Stork turned into a huge griffin, and she rushed up while howling.
"Sevier, blow up all the stone walls above." Darian stuffed all the Molotov cocktails in his hand to Sevier, then climbed forward himself.
He stood at the front and chanted a long spell. A translucent barrier enveloped their heads and bounced all the falling rocks aside.
Sewell and Kenneth were busy throwing Molotov cocktails from both sides, trying to blow up the gaps above their heads that were not big enough. They didn't have much time left, and they had to rush out before the whole place collapsed and buried them alive.
Miss White Stork rushed forward with her head down, her wings stirring up a strong wind, sending herself upward at an extremely fast speed. The people lying on her back had to free one hand to hold on tightly to the thick griffin feathers to avoid being thrown off.
The halo above her head grew larger and larger, and the light coming in from outside became brighter and brighter. Finally, Miss White Stork plunged into the wider and brighter sky.
"Hahahahahaha we're finally out!"
The griffin that Miss White Stork transformed into circled several times in the bright and wide blue sky. As if to express the depression of the past two days, her laughter was particularly loud.
When she finally had enough flying, she randomly found a wide hillside to land on, letting everyone slide off her back.
Darien was about to vomit.
"I'm beginning to hate griffons," he deadpanned.
"But I really like being a griffin. It's very tall and mighty, and its wings are very strong and powerful." Miss White Stork flapped her wings.
The wind blew up, making Darien's mage robe rustle.
"So this is what the outside is like. The sky is not just that small, it's so wide, so high, and so far away. The sun is so warm, and there's the smell of trees everywhere." Celia stepped carefully on the grass, squinting her eyes at the dazzling blue sky.
"Where are we going next? I don't have a destination for now." Kenneth straightened his robe.
"Let me think about it. According to my next plan, I should go to Isfir. That's when a new batch of wine comes out of the cellar, and many merchants who love fine wine will rush there. I don't like wine that much, but I will definitely not miss the place where merchants gather." said Miss White Stork.
"Then I'll go to Isfir with you. It's going to be a new challenge for me," said Kenneth.
"I hope you don't have another wanted poster," Darien said.
"Mrs. Mary will probably be very concerned about your safety," said Sewell.
"In order to fulfill your dreams, you always have to give up something first. After I go to Isfir, I will go back to see my sister." Kenneth scratched his head.
"Where there is wine, will the grapes there be delicious?" said Jenny Pig.
"I want to go too! I want to go too! Take me with you!" Celia cried.
"Of course I will take you with me, so let's go together. First I need to take out a map to see where we are." Miss White Stork changed back into human form from a griffin.
"We're in the Celtic South," said Kenneth.
He was the only one who fell in through the normal route, while Darien and the others took the shortcut through the Plantagenet Gate.
"We are now in a wilderness. Hallownest has collapsed and there is no way to go back through the door there. Whichever way you want to go, we will walk together for a while and find any door to return to the tower." said Darion.
"According to the map, we should go that way." Miss White Stork took out her merchant magic map and pointed to an area with sparser trees. "I think walking on foot is too slow. Friends, are you interested in riding a griffin again?"
"Although I'm reluctant, this is indeed the fastest way." Darien sighed, "There's no danger this time. Can you fly more smoothly?"
"It depends on my mood." Miss White Stork shook her feathers.
She flapped her wings again and flew high into the sky, far away from the collapsed Holy Nest like a crater, and flew towards the nearest village.
Darien felt very uncomfortable because of the wind. His magic power was limited. Unlocking the confinement formation and raising the protective barrier had already consumed too much of his magic power, and he had to save some magic power to open the door.
So he chose to hide behind Mr. Crow so that the wind would blow less on him. The strong wind blew on his face and he felt like his facial muscles were paralyzed.
They soon arrived at a nearby village, and Miss White Stork transformed back into human form a little further away from the village.
She went to the village with Kenneth and the others, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would find a place to stay for the night.
Darien and Sewell were luckier; there was a hunter's cabin in the woods. Although the door was rickety, it was still a door that served its purpose.
They finally returned to the tower.
Back to my warm and comfortable home, I can finally relax.
"Oh, dear Darien, you've been gone for many days, long enough for me to miss you. What interesting things happened during the days you were away?" Mrs. Fitch said to Darien.
"Although we were only away for two days, it was a long time. So give us a glass of honey bar, so that we can tell this story better after drinking it," said Darien.
"Oh, of course. How about some pickled olives? I've also smoked delicious mackerel these past two days. How about pairing it with mead? The picnic basket is empty. You must be starving." Mrs. Fitch didn't know where she came to this conclusion.
But Darien was indeed hungry.
Seville took out a well-sealed bottle of mead from the wine cabinet. The transparent bottle contained golden liquid, and light yellow beeswax wrapped around most of the bottle.
It's also a product from Queen Roland's time. Compared to the ones that evaporated and concentrated in Hallownest, the wine inside hasn't decreased, making it the perfect place to tell the story of Hallownest.
Sewell had a little trouble opening the bottle; he didn't know how to handle the wax-coated bottle neck.
Melting directly on the stove is not a wise idea.
"What should I do?" He asked for help from the smartest wizard.
"Of course it's easy." Mr. Wizard was happy to offer him some small help.
Mr. Mage’s small classroom has started. What to do if the assistant is too stupid? Of course, teach him step by step.
He taught Sewell step by step how to find the special small incision left by the bottle mouth, and then use a corkscrew to remove the cork.
Darien thought Sewell was really stupid. He didn't learn anything from the beginning to the end. It was only until he taught him step by step that he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment at the end.
Mrs. Fitch and Fitch prepared the smoked fish platter, the wine was poured into the glasses, and the story could begin.
Darien made meeting Celia the central point of his story, and Mrs. Fitch became increasingly captivated as she listened, shedding heartfelt tears upon hearing that Celia could not leave Hallownest.
Fortunately, the story had a happy ending and Mrs. Fitch's tears were not in vain.
"Celia, it's wonderful that this dear girl is free. I'd like to cook her a nice honey roast rib sometime when she can come over," said Mrs. Fitch.
"I don't know, but if I get the chance, I'll invite her. So cheers to freedom," said Darien.
"To freedom." Sewell raised his glass.
Mrs. Fitch and Fitch also raised their little cups.
These two days had almost exhausted all of Darien's energy. After filling his stomach casually, the wizard fell into laziness, lazily slumped in the rocking chair and treated himself as a woolen blanket.
The blanket does not need to be moved.
After resting for a long time, he finally remembered that he had received a whole catalog of goods from Miss White Stork.
It was filled with beautiful furniture, each piece was exquisite and worthy of his efforts over the past two days.
It's time to spruce up the room.
There are still many empty rooms in the tower that have no furniture, and some old rooms should also be replaced with furniture.
He didn't want to move, so he asked Mr. Crow to do it, and he was responsible for sitting in the chair and watching.
"This beautiful cabinet should be matched with beautiful green velvet curtains, and this room should be matched with summer, emerald green woods and blue lakes, and there should be a group of beautiful swans in the lake." said Darian.
So the scene outside the window became what he described.
The room was redecorated with beautiful green velvet curtains and various furniture ornaments, and was completely renovated with Miss White Stork's furniture catalog. Darien decided to use this room to spend the summer.
A beautiful cupboard was added to the kitchen, and Mrs. Fitch liked it so much that she decided to build a second home in it. Darien provided a lot of help with the move.
"Why is there a new clock here!" Leon was very frightened by his new colleague who was sitting diagonally across from him.
"Because I found it out in the product catalog. It can tell time, but you can't, so you've lost the most basic function of a clock," said Darian.
"This, this..." Leon couldn't refute it because what Darien said was indeed right.
So he had to accept the beautiful new clock opposite him and listen to it loudly chime the time every time.
About a week after Hallownest, Darien woke up and felt his eyelids twitching.
Generally speaking, when your eyelids twitch, something bad is bound to happen.
Darien speculated all day, even asking Sewell to recalculate the bill several times, but he never guessed what misfortune would befall him next.
Finally, after lunch, when he was about to fall asleep, a familiar paper crane flew towards him slowly.
When Darien saw this thing, he knew that he had a big problem.
"Is that Mr. Hawkins? What trouble has he encountered again?" asked Sewell.
The Mr. Hawkins in my memory was very unreliable. He researched many strange prescriptions and there were a lot of miscellaneous items in his house.
"I don't really want to see it, but I have to. I hope he hasn't developed some strange formula that makes it difficult to remove the magic for him every time." Darien picked up the paper crane and skillfully took it apart.
This is a letter asking for help.
Hawkins is always in trouble, although most of it is of his own making.
This time the trouble is a little different.
Hawkins said he got a dragon egg.
To be more precise, he was entrusted with a dragon egg by a giant dragon.
He seldom went out, but after receiving this request, he resolutely packed his bags and went on a long journey. Fortunately, he did not encounter any trouble along the way, and he successfully brought the dragon egg back to his house.
This is where the trouble starts.
Hawkins did not specify in the letter what trouble he was in, but urged them to rush to his house to provide him with urgent help.
Very very urgent help.
Darien's eyelids twitched as he read the letter, almost to the point of convulsions, a very ominous sign.
"Sevier, we have to go there immediately. But before we go, I need to take some time out to perform a luck-enhancing ritual and make a lucky potion for our visit." Darien's expression was very serious.
"Okay, master." Although Seville didn't understand, he still prepared all the materials according to his instructions.
Darien seized the opportunity and put all the materials that could improve luck into the drawn magic circle, and then let luck fly into their bodies along with the runes.
The lucky potion tasted very bad. Darien suppressed his nausea and brewed the pot. He didn't want to look at any of the ingredients used in it, but in order to use it later, he pinched his nose and drank the whole bottle.
Sewell was surprised.
He had never seen Darien in this state before. It was as if he was about to face a very fierce battle.
"Don't ask, just drink it quickly. If you don't want to get into trouble, drink it all." Darien suppressed the nausea and stuffed the remaining potion to Sevier viciously.
This was an experience gained through a tragic experience. The memories were so painful that he didn't want to think about them at all.
"Okay, Master." Sewell couldn't help but frown as he drank it. "This taste is really disgusting."
"Bear with it. We'll go over now." Darien folded the paper crane again and let it fly.
The paper crane flew towards the gorse door, which opened automatically. Darien took a deep breath and followed it inside.
Bang——
A huge explosion made his eardrums buzz.
The heat wave hit Darien and Sevier, and they felt like they were in the crater of an active volcano about to erupt.
Where are they now?
This should be Hawkins's house, right?
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