Chapter 77: I feel bad, why isn’t it the weekend yet X2! * …
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After showing this skill, the rest of the journey was smooth.
The remnants of the beast god disappeared, and not even a single demon beast could be seen on the road. The players volunteered to lead the way and returned to the cliff where they had been defeated before.
The wind from high above blew away the rocks, leaving only a few mountain flowers growing out of the cracks in the rocks. The cliff was already empty.
We first went around the cliff. The bishop touched the ground with his staff and chanted a prayer. Immediately, hazy threads appeared on the ground, leading to different directions.
Tracking magic is generally used to determine the enemy's escape route. It will track all creatures that do not belong to the light camp. This place is rarely visited by people, and most of the traces left are traces of small animals.
The bishop stared at one of the dissipated threads with a somewhat unhappy expression: "It has been too long, and the traces left here are no longer clear. Lord Saint, what should we do next?"
I looked at the sky above my head and said, "It's getting late. Let's set up camp first."
The campsite could not be chosen on a cliff. The knight in charge of reconnaissance found a river, and there was an open space next to it, with some traces of wild animals coming to drink water. With a little magic to clean it up, it immediately became flat.
The knights of the Church of Glory often camped outdoors and were very experienced in this. They divided into three teams. One team went hunting and exploring the surroundings, one team was responsible for setting up tents, and the last team went around the camp to sprinkle powder to drive away wild animals and mosquitoes, and also served as a guard.
At this moment, I can't help but miss the tree houses of the elves. All it takes is a magic to save time and effort, without having to work hard like humans to hammer in wooden nails.
But it made no difference to me. As the Holy Son of the Church, I was the one who sat there and waited for death.
When the bonfire was lit, the returning knights dragged their prey. The players volunteered to cook. I sat next to them and watched them skillfully skin, debone, clean and cut the monsters into pieces of meat.
At this point, I have to envy the convenience of skills. NPCs still need complicated learning, but players only need to activate skills to become extraordinary chefs.
The roast meat brushed with honey is sizzling, golden and crispy, tender and tender inside. The stewed broth is delicious and fragrant. The wild herbs and spices picked from the ground add a touch of wild flavor. This alone is enough to make the canteen chef of the Church of Glory step down. If I didn't know that they couldn't be chefs, I would have suggested that the Pope hire one.
There is a saying in the north: "There is no friend that cannot be made by eating meat and drinking wine."
As the aroma of food spread, the solitude of the forest was swept away. The knights led their horses together, combed the tangled manes, and arranged the saddles. They whispered something, and the golden tips of their hair were faintly visible from under their helmets. Fireflies flew up from the grass in the distance, like light snow falling on the leaves.
Melancholy Big Belly took out some fine mead from somewhere and was the first to approach Sean.
The players each had their own goals. I declined their gifts and ate skewers alone in a corner. Not long after, a figure sat down next to me, and Sean handed me a glass of wine: "Would you like some?"
"Thanks."
I thanked him and took the cup of honey wine. Sean sat beside me, his eyelashes drooping in a soft arc, coated with a layer of light gold by the firelight.
I don’t know which player took out an instrument from his bag, but as the first cheerful syllable rang out, the air was suddenly filled with a festive and cheerful atmosphere.
The bishop frowned, obviously disdaining such a self-indulgent behavior. But if you can compromise on such a matter, you are not a player. I don't know what kind of sweet words they said to make the bishop turn a blind eye.
"Oh, blow my little flute, and don't leave my good wine. The journey is long and endless, and only laughter can keep us company."
"Hey man, nice to meet you! Good day, good tomorrow, good yesterday too."
"Come, don't waste this happy time. The night is long and the dawn is coming. At this moment when the night is gone and the light is coming, let us hold hands and sing."
"Oh, blow my little flute, and don't leave my good wine. The journey is long and endless, and only laughter can keep you company."
"Friends, please don't ask me where I came from. I came from the sea and the earth. If you ask what kind of people I am, we are a group of crazy people, fools, and people who sit by the river and fish!"
A loud and cheerful voice echoed, singing a bard's ditty that was popular in the tavern. The knights listened to his song quietly, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
The summoner snapped his fingers, and the little fairies flew everywhere, dancing happily in pairs.
The teachings of the Glorious Church do not prohibit pleasure, but the bishop frowned and looked at me repeatedly. I realized what he was thinking after two seconds. I blinked at him helplessly, silently indicating that I would never get involved.
The bishop's expression finally relaxed and he looked away from me.
I took a sip of honey wine and wrapped something soft around my wrist. The wolf fur rubbed against my wrist, and I looked up at Sean. He was holding his face up, thinking about something, and didn't notice that his tail was molesting me.
I simply grabbed the tip of his tail and squeezed it hard. The wolf's tail instantly became furry, and he finally came to his senses and looked at me, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"Your tail rubbed against me."
I pulled his tail without any hesitation, but Sean didn't get angry. Instead, he put his tail into my arms generously.
In the firelight, his eyes looked like sticky honey that was about to drip.
"Brother, do you want to go dancing with me?"
I shook my head: "If I go, they won't let me go."
"Then I won't go either. I'll just sit with my brother for a while."
Sean squeezed over and sat next to me. We chatted about some daily topics and talked about what happened in the church.
The Knight Commander would come and catch them every day to train.
The air was filled with the sweet smell of honey, tempting people to eat. This smell also wafted from Sean's body, which seemed a little sticky and soft.
The mead made by the dwarves is sweet and clear, and is known for not being intoxicating. It is one of the few wines that the church allows to be consumed during missions.
Sean's voice was lowered, and his tail occasionally swept across my palm. Although he was usually the same as he was now, I could still see the clue from his expression.
"Are you sleepy?"
The tail that was wagging suddenly froze, and Sean said nothing. I moved the tip of my nose, with a subtle expression.
It looks like he didn’t drink much. So werewolves can’t drink?
However, before Thane, I had never been with orcs. These lives were born too late, and when they really spread across this land, I had already entered the kingdom of God.
Sean was a little embarrassed. I laughed in my heart. No matter what he looked like, he was still a child at heart. I patted his shoulder and motioned for him to follow me.
We walked past the crackling bonfire and the knights who were talking in low voices. The moonlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, scattering silver beads. The outline of the tent connected with the shadow cast by the trees. I stopped at the door of the tent and turned to ask Sean: "Is this your tent?"
Sean nodded, and I touched his head: "Have a good rest."
Seeing that I was about to leave, Sean called me again. He hesitated for a while and said to me, "Good night, brother."
The wind blowing past both of us was light and gentle.
I smiled at him. "Goodnight, Sean. Have a sweet dream."
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As the night deepened, the camp gradually became quiet. Most people returned to their tents, leaving only the night watchman sitting by the fire, stirring the dark red charcoal with branches.
I cast a spell on myself, avoiding the sight of the night watchers, and walked quietly into the forest.
The nighthawk's shrill cry echoed in the forest. I'm afraid that few people except the elves could hear the problem. I followed it, and a flash of black passed by the end of my sight. It spread its wings and led me to a remote area. The black shadow landed and instantly turned into a slender human figure.
Her bright red eyes shone like gems in the moonlight, and her long hair fell over her shoulders, reminiscent of damp algae emerging from the deep sea.
I switched to my black-haired form and praised him, "Your Transfiguration is getting better and better."
"Thank you for the compliment, it's nothing worth mentioning." Especially since those humans were so stupid that they didn't see through his disguise at all.
I added the last sentence silently in my mind while looking at the expression on the CD player. Due to their background, mermaids are very discriminatory towards humans. If they can say something bad about us, they will never miss any opportunity.
I calmly changed the subject: "How's the situation here?"
The CD player shook his head. "Not so good. I found the camp of the remnants of the Beast God here. Before you came, I tried to attack their camp several times. Although I killed many of their followers, they still refused to leave. The surrounding monsters also showed signs of rioting. I calmed them down for the time being."
I rubbed my forehead and said, "The Beast God seems to be too active recently. Wouldn't it be better to just leave it in history?"
The CD player didn't think much of Him either: "Who knows. A brainless thing will still die no matter how many times it is resurrected. I think it's more suitable for Him to lie in a coffin."
Hey, wake up. No matter how tasteless he is, he is still a god. He is fundamentally different from people like you who have no godhood. I opened my mouth and then closed it silently, understanding the CD player's hatred of all gods. I chose to change the topic and discuss the next thing with him.
Among all the souls in the kingdom of God, the CD player is undoubtedly the one who does not work normally, but when he works, no one can compare to him.
Without me having to say anything, he had basically found out all the information about the surrounding area.
"These remnants of the Beast God are mainly two-headed ogre priests, who are trying to revive the Beast God through rituals. The camp is well hidden, and I haven't found its location yet."
As we were talking in low voices, the mermaid suddenly stopped, and we exchanged knowing glances, realizing that someone was coming.
"who?"
The mermaid immediately went into alert and released all her mental strength. If the opponent tried to escape, he would be shot down.
I walked towards the bushes. My heels made a soft sound on the soft grass. If it was a lurker with a bad mentality, he would have tried to escape at this time, but he was very quiet.
Well, don't blame yourself for getting yourself into trouble.
I reached out to the grass.
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