This is an ancient forest with shabby trails and ancient trees. There are all kinds of small animals everywhere. Squirrels and hares are the most numerous, followed by all kinds of birds.
The light became dimmer and dimmer.
Brian and Santira gradually entered the depths of the forest, and various animals were screaming around them, and even a small elk. It observed the surroundings vigilantly, and looked down from time to time to eat grass. When it noticed the positions of Brian and the others, it immediately ran outside alertly.
"This forest has existed for at least two hundred years." Santila twitched the hair that was wet with mist and pressed on her cheeks, using her intuition as a ranger to express her judgment.
Brian nodded slightly, and he also noticed this situation, but did not care.
After all, he had already learned from the storm that this magical half-plane was created by the elf mage Slinxi, and the other party was also a voter of a magic goddess. This can understand why this half-plane is in the hands of the Harpist Alliance.
The two continued to move forward, and after halfway through the journey, they finally met the first person in the forest, a half-elf hunter wearing a dark green cloak and holding a hard bow.
"Foreigner?"
The half-elf hunter put away the sharp arrow that had been plastered with a bowstring, showed a surprised expression, and then enthusiastically greeted him, "Two foreigners who came from afar, welcome to Wisteria Valley as guests. Where are you from? What is the purpose of coming here?"
Brian looked at each other with the Drow girl beside him.
He discovered something strange. The villagers in the half-plane did not show any repulsion or horror towards the identity of Santira's dark elf.
If you develop according to the normal plot and see two strangers from outsiders, the other party will first show a warning instead of coming over enthusiastically.
He knew that in order to use wooden mannequins to create a construct to play the villagers without endangering any innocent people.
Magic makes them look like flesh and blood, and these constructs are convincing real humanoid creatures, who simply live in the wisteria valley.
Detecting magic spells does not reveal their true nature, as each construct is protected by a spell that makes it appear to have no magic effect.
Although these artificial villagers can interact physically with their surroundings and have long conversations, there are still some clues that reflect their true nature.
When the half-elf hunter walked towards Bryan, he could clearly detect a faint ticking sound from the other person's body when it hits the hard surface.
Obviously, this kind of structure made of wood is not as realistic as imagined.
Even so, Brian was still amazed by the simple construct of this material.
As far as he knows, among the many voters of the Magic Goddess, the elf mage Slinxi is the best voter in making constituent devices.
In the war to repair the scars of the magic net, the elf tycoon made a group of mechanical components powered by clockwork, killing the lichs loyal to the old Larock of Naserel to the point of being left without leaving any armor.
From the exquisite expression on the face of the half-elf hunter in front of him, it can be seen that this is not something that ordinary legendary wizards can make, at least Brian himself does not have such superb skills.
"We are travelers from the Kingdom of Cormier." Brian held the hand of the elf hunter reaching out and smiled:
"The purpose of coming here is mainly to find a friend I haven't seen for a long time, but we accidentally got lost in the forest, praised the goddess of the forest, and let us meet you here."
When he touched the rough palms of the half-elf hunter, he felt a cold touch similar to steel, which made him secretly amazed at the exquisite construction and production process.
"Korir Kingdom?" The half-elf hunter showed a confused look, as if he was very unfamiliar with the name, and then he quickly changed into a cheerful smile.
"It turned out to be two lost foreigners who praise the goddess of the forest. Don't worry, I will guide you a path to the Wisteria Valley. Who are you looking for?"
Brian pondered slightly and chose to tell the truth, "My friend is Azara, a ranger in the Harpist Alliance. The purpose of our coming here is to cure his corruption."
"Corruption?" The half-elf hunter once again showed the same confused look.
For some reason, seeing the hunter's confused expression, Brian actually felt that when he was looking up information on the computer, he could not find any relevant knowledge.
From this we can see that in order to make the semi-plane as comfortable and familiar as possible, the Harpist Alliance should have designed the Wisteria Valley to resemble his hometown, including buildings, villagers, and names.
People living in the magic semi-plane think that Wisteria Valley is normal and do not question any problems with the semi-plane. Although they know that there are other places outside the Wisteria Valley, they are not interested in leaving their hometown.
“Mr. Azara never had corruption,” recalled the Half-Elf Hunter: “He was a charming ranger, and he loved to share his stories and songs with us in ‘Blossom Nap’, just…”
Seeing the hunter with a hesitant look, Brian asked, "It's just what? Did you encounter something strange in your village?"
"That's right." The half-elf hunter frowned.
"One night three days ago, I undoubtedly saw a huge floating sphere appearing in the manor where Mr. Azara lives. The monster had a big eye and sharp teeth in the middle, and many smaller eyes on the next stem. Oh, damn! I was frightened by the monster at that time, so the next day, I told Mr. Azara about this, but the gentleman was not surprised. He also assured me that he would control the situation and told everyone in the village that anyone who saw this monster would treat it as a VIP."
After hearing this unexpected news, Brian nodded thoughtfully, and then under the guidance of the half-elf hunter, he and Santila continued to walk towards the Wisteria Valley.
As dusk approached, a village full of wisteria flowers appeared in front of the two.
They stopped on the hillside and looked out at the fragrant green fields.
To the west of the village, there are several farms that contain a variety of crops and livestock, ranging from pigs and sheep to medicinal plants.
Before the simple fence of the village entered the view, Brian had already heard the sound from the village: the squeaking of carriage wheels, the buzzing of the crowd, the sound of the bard's flute and the body of the piano.
"It's so strange." Santila said curiously, "This half-plane has only one small village, so why does a caravan appear? Where will they go?"
Accompanied by the crisp birds singing, the two men's footsteps amaze a group of brown birds hiding in the wisteria flowers.
Brian followed the gaze of the Drow girl.
The caravan not only sells food, fabrics and merchandise, but also brings many common entourages: fully armed guards, sitting in the shadow of the carriage and drinking with a few companions. Craftsmen are busy with their own crafts, such as tin workers and fortune tellers, as well as various minstrels, from rumor dealers to magicians, and musicians.
The civilians in the village also relaxed, wearing their best clothes and complimenting the caravan's fabrics and crafts.
"It should be to further enhance the illusion that Wisteria Valley is a real village." Brian explained to her:
"There is no doubt that this caravan is all civilians who should visit regularly and do not stay for more than a day at a time, or appear only once every few weeks, to break the monotonous daily life of the village, and we just happened to hit it today."
Then, they walked towards the village's only tavern, "Flower Break", and tried to find out what was available here.
The village painted purple tavern logo and the wisteria flower emblem added a little color to the signboard, but the bright silver paint on it has peeled off and faded.
Insects sing in summer dusk, with chirping and anxious grinding sounds filled the air, and thousands of tiny mosquitoes flap their wings and flying beside the shining lanterns scattered on the village paths.
The soft songs of human tone and the casual performance of rough instruments escaped from the door, and Brian and Santila pushed open the door and stepped into the tavern.
This is a smoky, low and small room with heavy black wooden beams and a bulletin board made of the same material.
As they arrived, most of the sitting humans looked at them and stopped the conversation uneasily.
In the hazy fog and warm and humid dusk, the whole tavern was steaming, and his bearded faces were sweating like rain, and his clothes were soaked.
One of them was tall, thin and slender, and had long hands, standing behind a weathered bar.
Obviously, he is the boss here.
The tavern owner was wiping a handmade rough bowl and summoning them in the mainland verb, "Two foreigners, what can I provide for you?"
"I am a friend of Mr. Azara from afar, and I want to know about him."
After detecting that there was no problem with these civilians in the structure, Brian said directly: "I heard that a group of terrible monsters appeared in my friend's manor. Does anyone know what's going on there?"
The tavern owner frowned and moved his feet.
Brian saw that it was his own words that surprised him as a constituent so much that he could not react for a moment and could only sit still.
After a while, the tavern owner came to his senses and wiped his hands back and forth on his apron and said:
"Mr. Azara is a charming ranger who shares his stories and songs with us every night. But until now, he hasn't been here for two weeks, which is unusual. I guess his absence is due to the arrival of the multi-eyed creature, and although we trust Mr. Azara, we still care about his safety."
"And, just this morning," continued the tavern owner: "Mr. Azara's servant suddenly informed everyone in the village and told us that tomorrow night he would hold a party in his own estate, and all were invited to attend."
"oh?"
Brian raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. He glanced at the girl standing beside him, looked around curiously, and smiled and said to the tavern owner, "If possible, my friends and I want to join the invitation. What do you think?"
He was thinking about what kind of reason to find to go to the manor where Azara lives. This whole village gathering was undoubtedly the best opportunity for him.
"Of course there is no problem, sir." The tavern owner agreed without thinking, which made Brian, who was about to take out gold coins from his pocket, stunned.
However, when he remembered their identity as organisms, he was relieved.
Then he had a simple dinner with Santila, and temporarily lived in the village, waiting to attend a party held by Azara, a ranger who was transformed from the Eye Demon.
Thick curtains were hung in the simple guest room, and the only light source was the two candlesticks from the desk. The candles were burning quietly, and the decorations in the room cast two interlaced shadows.
Brian sat at the desk, looking at the scroll in his hand, and the hair hanging from his forehead shone with a golden luster against the candlelight.
At this moment, looking at the contents on the scroll, his brows were involuntarily locked together.
The magical knowledge recorded in this scroll is the ten-ring spell bar "Protic's Peak Movement" he obtained from Ms. Polaris.
Thinking that he could enter the legendary realm after leaving the half plane. In order to master the ten-ring spell faster, he took advantage of himself to stay in the half plane where time was slowly passing, and learn more about the detailed knowledge about this spell in advance.
In this way, when he has the ability to release the ten-ring spell, he can master the spell faster and start preparing for the matter about the floating city.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Brian was silent in his profound magic knowledge. It took him unknown how long, when his door was pushed open and closed again, he realized that someone had entered his room.
He was not surprised by this.
After all, no matter where he is, he has the habit of being cautious, so whenever he is ready to rest or study something, he will set up multiple warning arrays in his room.
The reason why he did not sense that someone entered his room was not that he was too addicted to magic knowledge, which led to someone not finding out when he touched his own alarm, but because he handed over the command of the magic circle to another person.
There is no doubt that the one who entered his room at this moment was Santira, the Drow girl who followed him to this semi-plane.
Brian put away the scroll and looked up.
Outside the window, the sunset had long been replaced by a bright crescent moon. The bright moonlight reflected through the wide floor-to-ceiling window into the room full of pink, shining on Santira's body.
The drow girl obviously had carefully dressed up before entering his room.
She was wearing a thin black gauze long skirt, her steps were light and elegant while walking, and her beautiful black stockings were looming under the skirt.
The slender waist makes people want to hold her in their arms. The beautiful face perfectly combines the girl's tenderness and mature charm, with a mixed, sweet charm like poison.
Under the moonlight, the thick white hair of the Drow girl shines slightly, like a smooth gem on the endless black curtain, illuminating the entire dark night, like a rare work of art, exuding an elegant charm.
In a trance, the dark girl who had already fallen in Brian gradually overlapped with her.
In his opinion, this is not a dark elf.
This is an anemone born in a dark area and still blooms with light. This is still a beautiful woman who longs for passion and love.
He really didn't expect that Santila, who has always liked to wear simple clothes, would be so charming after carefully dressing up.
"Bryan..." Santila's charming voice interrupted his moment of loss of consciousness.
"What's wrong?" Brian came to his senses and asked subconsciously.
"Tomorrow...you have to wake me up..." She blinked at him, her eyes as bright as sapphire, her mouth slightly raised, and she showed a playful smile.
"Why?... Are you looking forward to what will happen tomorrow?" Brian walked up to her and said curiously.
Santila came to him in the midst of lightning.
The two of them had their noses facing each other, and Brian once again stared at her sapphire-like eyes with long eyelashes.
Her blue eyes sparkled, and her breathing was blowing on her face, giving her a feeling of raising her.
Through the thin clothes, Brian could even feel the other person's soft body and pounding heartbeat.
"No. I'm looking forward to seeing you when I open it... because this time no one can disturb us..." she said in a gentle tone.
Brian smiled and stroked her smooth hair, gently sniffed the fragrance remaining between her hair, and felt the soft hair slipping away from her fingers. He unconsciously hugged Santira into his arms.
Santila took the opportunity to put her arms around his neck and pressed her gentle little mouth up.
The seductive fragrance emitted by the girl and the charming expression on her face seemed to suggest that this time it might not be just a simple kiss.
Chapter completed!