Half-elf Ranger

By a warm campfire.

Shortly after the sparring between Thorne and the female assassin was over, the deliciousness of the wizard Alanis' small jug boiled, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Come on, two young people who are adventurous in the wilderness, and taste the craftsmanship of the sorcerers of Port Culling."

The wizard Alanis first served the female assassin Irene a bowl of porridge that was not very thick, and then waved to the two of Thorne who were sitting not far away.

"It's hard to imagine that a wizard has such good cooking skills. Starting from this evening, I feel that the image of a wizard must be redefined."

Thorne, who came over, took a bowl of porridge handed over by Alanis, took a sniff, and then said with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Thank you for your compliment, young ranger, life is all about knowing how to enjoy it. For the boring spell research, it doesn't fit my life philosophy. Let those complicated spells go to hell."

Alanis smiled, then served another bowl to the sorceress Andrina.

"So he's a wizard with half a bottle of vinegar, and the spells he casts often go hilariously wrong, and he's also a bombastic amateur artist, often acting as a minstrel."

The female assassin Irene saw the smug look on the wizard's face and mercilessly exposed:

"Actually, his real identity is a relatively well-known swinging aristocrat in Port Culin. Don't be fooled by his appearance."

"Hey, I don't seem to have offended you today, right?" The wizard Alanis gently touched the female assassin beside him with his elbow, showing a frustrated expression.

"In this bowl of porridge, I smell magic, can you explain it? Mr. Wizard." At the same time, Andrina picked up a spoon and took a few sips, asking a little puzzled.

"As I said, my truth is to make magic into our lives, and this bottle of water is the greatest masterpiece of my life. You have a vision, beautiful sorceress."

Alanis shook the big silver pot in his hand, making a clattering sound.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a mixture of a small amount of purified vitality potion and magic spring water from the Elf Forest."

The female assassin Irene looked at Anderina and said with a faint smile.

The dismantled wizard Alanis didn't show a trace of embarrassment. He smiled and stopped the sorceress who wanted to continue asking:

"Put away your curiosity and enjoy it. In the season when the cold wave is coming, drink a sip of hot soup and you can feel a kind of warmth flooding from your heart to your body."

"Boiled water will also have this effect, our greatest wizard in Port Culin." The female assassin Irene interrupted the wizard and said calmly, "Give me another bowl."

"Push!"

Anders Lena couldn't help but chuckle, and it was even more attractive under the light of the fire.

"Your laughter is too low, pay attention to your image." Thorne put down the empty bowl and reminded the sorceress beside him.

"Don't you see that it's interesting to see these two people? It's more like..." Andrina also put down the bowl and spoon and leaned against Thorne, whispering.

"What are you doing?" Thorne looked stunned and asked puzzled.

According to the words of the female assassin and the wizard, Thorne learned that the wizard has many identities:

A swashbuckling aristocrat? A wizard with half a bottle of vinegar? A bombastic amateur artist?

Then Thorne looked at each other seriously again, and shook his head slightly.

Judging from the appearance and demeanor of the wizard Alanis, she is indeed not a qualified wizard as she said, and a real wizard will not waste time on these trivial things.

But he did not agree with the words of the half-elf assassin. He thought that the other party's actions were more like a cover-up. The casual interaction between the two made him always feel that something was wrong.

The main reason is that the expression is too natural. Since he has learned from the female assassin, this half-elf who likes to keep silent and has a cold demeanor, like a different person, can't help but speak more.

According to the story of the female assassin, she was also born in the town of Falls, and the wizard was familiar with the temple of Melika.

So what are their real identities?

What is the purpose of coming to the Emerald Wilderness?

Thorne's heart, surrounded by two doubts, was like a thick fog, which could not be dissipated or seen through.

"..." Andrina looked at Thorne, whose face full of doubts gradually turned into contemplation, speechlessly, not knowing how to answer.

In this way, in the intermittent words of the four people and someone's laughter from time to time, the night gradually deepened.

The wizard Alanis carefully covered a thick blanket for the female Assassin Irene, who was sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, and then spread the same blanket directly next to it, rolled it up and shrunk into it to sleep.

"You should rest early, too, and continue to drive tomorrow." Thorne said to Andrina, who was sitting by the bonfire.

Andrina nodded, glanced at him, got up and walked into the tent.

"Please wait a moment, I have something to ask you." The female assassin wearing a thick blanket saw Thorne who was about to get up and stopped.

Hearing the words, Thorne did not speak, but looked at each other with suspicious eyes.

"Your ranger mentor is Bartley Moonblade?" The female assassin thought and said slowly.

"Yes." Thorne's eyes flashed with surprise, he didn't quite understand how the other party guessed it, so he nodded in response.

"Can I have a look at the composite longbow behind you?" Seeing Thorne nodding, the female assassin Irene said again.

It turned out to be guessed through this weapon, Thorne showed a sudden look, and immediately took off the composite longbow and handed it over.

The female assassin gently stroked the composite longbow made of black takumu, dire bull horns and dire bull tendons.

The edges and corners of the flake-shaped horns attached to the inside of the bow arm have long since been smoothed out with the passage of time, but all that is left are scratches with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"You know this weapon?" Thorne asked knowingly.

"It's more than just knowing, the shape of the black thorn wood of the bow arm was steamed by myself with a handful of dry wood." The female assassin's expression was filled with nostalgia and sadness.

Heituomu is a tree that grows deep in the Dajianken Mountains. This tree is as hard as iron. If it wants to bend into the shape of a bow, it must be boiled in a large pot for more than half a month before it can be formed.

Thorne is naturally very clear about this knowledge, but what he didn't expect was the production of this weapon, which seems to have a history.

So Thorne didn't answer, but made a listening gesture and waited for the other party's next words.

"This weapon was a gift from my father when my brother was an adult. When I was young, I happened to be involved in the production process. Did you see the crescent marks at both ends? It was carved by me back then."

The female assassin handed the composite longbow to Thorne: "I didn't expect that after so many years, it has already passed into your hands."

After speaking, he stopped talking to the convenience. Seeing this, Thorne stood silent for a moment and then turned to leave.