Half-elf Ranger

Dusk fell quickly, and at the same time as darkness was approaching, the surrounding air also became cold.

Thorne glanced at the bard Geert, who was still busy by the river, and turned to leave without a word.

When he turned around and didn't take two steps, a thin and thin figure standing on the hillside in the wind came into his eyes. He saw her shoulder-length black hair floating slightly on both sides, and a pair of light blue eyes stared at him quietly. .

Thorne looked at the half-elf girl's calm eyes, and noticed a faint smile hidden in the deepest part of her eyes, as if letting him see how the two of them got along when they were in the waterfall town, so he moved. He walked to the front and asked softly, "Are you here?"

"En." The half-elf girl Lilia nodded slightly and hummed.

"Is something wrong?" Thorne was silent for a while, and asked aloud again.

"Isn't this the half-elf priest from the town of Falls, Miss Lilia? It's a pleasure to meet you again." Before the half-elf girl could speak, the bard's roar floated over from the shore.

The minstrel Gilt straightened the dome hat on his head and walked gracefully to Lilia, holding the harp in one hand and touching his chest in the other, bending over to make an exaggerated gentleman's salute, his waist bent too deep, So much so that the egret feathers decorated on the brim are about to touch the ground.

Seemingly noticing the half-elf girl's doubtful eyes, the bard moved his fingers to the harp he held in his arms, and the strings of the harp played a loud timbre in the joyous throbbing of his thumb:

"Meeting you again is really exciting, you are still so beautiful, as beautiful as a lyrical poem, you are full of girlish innocence and youthful demeanor, and it still fascinates me, leaving it to me What impresses me most is your pale blue eyes that seem to eclipse the whole desert, and your long, twinkling eyelashes, like inquiry, concern, greeting, like..."

"Okay, you should leave these words to the noble widows of Sept City." Thorne gave Gilt a headache, interrupted his words, and gently dragged him aside.

"Thorn, who is he? Is he a new half-elf from the waterfall?" The half-elf girl Lilia moved to Thorne's side, pulled the corner of his shirt, and blinked lightly with her pale blue eyes , looked at him with his head tilted, and asked curiously.

"..." The bard Geert took a deep breath, sorted out the jacket that Thorne had torn up a bit, and immediately came over and introduced himself cheerfully:

"Beautiful Miss Lilia, please call me Master Gilt, one of the most well-known bards from the Corina Peninsula, you can inquire about it, the streets and alleys of Cypte City know my legend, three Eighteen taverns and twelve... all in all, all the bards in the city are singing my work."

"Gilt?" Lilia muttered to herself in doubt, as if recalling something, and said with an uncertain tone: "You are the Gilt who is known as the 'fishing master' in Waterfall Town, and then fished I was dragged into the water by a small fish..."

"It's a dire fish cub, not a small fish! Besides, I just slipped my foot, it was just a mistake! I've explained it to them many times, Miss Lilia." Gilt coughed dryly, looking serious After correcting her, he plucked the strings again and recalled:

"Remember the first time we met when we were in the waterfall town? In the season when the flowers and trees were blooming, I found you at first sight, you are so charming, from a distance, I look at you The back of..."

"Oh, don't go, wait for me!" As he said that, Gilt suddenly noticed the two retreating backs, and immediately shouted, chased after him, and panted: "It will be dark soon, Where are you going?"

Thorne also looked curiously at the half-elf girl in front of him, a little unclear about what the other party came to find him.

"Thorn, have you heard of the 'Four Feasts'?" Lilia asked softly, meeting Thorne's suspicious eyes.

"Why don't you know that this is the most sacred and noble ceremony in the Church of the Forest Goddess." Thorne nodded and said, "It is held on the spring and autumn equinoxes, the winter and summer solstice, and the followers of the Forest Goddess will praise all living things in the ceremony. the worldly side, and sing the praises of the goddess aloud."

"There are also planting ceremonies and field rides, when hordes of unicorns will gather and allow devout devotees to ride on their bare backs through the woods at high speed." Lilia sees Thorne After that, he added.

When she mentioned the unicorn, there was a hint of yearning in her eyes, and although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the keen Thorne.

"Didn't the unicorns gather together only on Midsummer and Green Grass?" Although Thorne was not an official believer of the Forest Goddess, he still knew a little about their holy days.

"That's right." Lilia didn't deny it, nodded and said what she thought: "But High Priest Lauthian told me where the unicorns live, so I want you to accompany me on a trip, I also I've never seen what a unicorn looks like."

"No problem, I just haven't seen what this celestial creature looks like." Thorne nodded in agreement.

"A weak question, can I go?" The bard glanced at the two secretly and whispered, "I also want to see what they look like."

"Yes." Lilia, the half-elf girl, glanced at Thorne with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and agreed casually.

Out of the corner of Thorne's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the depressive girl in front of him finally regaining a little bit of the past, and he was secretly relieved, and then followed Lilia's footsteps.

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The deepest part of the Shrine of Merikai.

In a glade surrounded by oak trees shrouded in mist, the half-elf girl came here with the two of them.

In the mysterious woodland where the unicorn is located, a sense of calm pervades the surroundings, and even the bard, who has always been noisy, was affected by this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and he involuntarily closed his mouth.

Here, Thorne saw tame wargs passing by, cheerful birds, squirrels and small insects, and even found flower spirits, goblins and piques wandering in the woods playing and laughing like silver bells Refined.

At this time, a horse-like creature with shiny white fur and fire-gold eyes appeared in front of everyone.

unicorn!

Thorne immediately began to look carefully. Although the unicorn looked like a horse, it belonged to a celestial creature. The body in front of him was about 8 feet long and 5 feet high at the shoulders. From the forehead to the back of the horse, it was covered with long, silky silk. It has a snow-white horse's mane, and there is a white beard symbolizing maleness on the lower jaw. The most conspicuous place is a spiral ivory-colored horn protruding from the forehead, about 3 feet long.

"Half-elf, this is the holy place of unicorns in the Temple of the Forest Goddess, don't hang out here, get out of here!" When the three of them noticed the unicorn, the patrolling unicorn also noticed the three of them, so immediately warned.

"We have no ill intentions, we just wanted to come and take a look." Lilia took a step forward, pressed the unicorn holy emblem in her heart, and said softly.

"It turned out to be a follower of the Forest Goddess. You can come in, but the two of them can't. The follower of Gui Lun is too slaughtered. As for the one... I don't make any comments." The unicorn glanced at Lilia with a look Slowly, he glanced at Thorne and Gilt again and said.

"Then go in and walk around, I'll wait for you at the intersection." Thorne was not surprised when he heard the words, and said to the half-elf girl beside him.

Unicorns only identify with pure and kind-hearted humans or elf girls to feed and ride themselves. If such unicorns are treated kindly, they will become loyal mounts and life-long guardians. Thorne still knows about these, but He wasn't surprised that he didn't get the unicorn's approval.

"Hey, the golden eyes in front, doesn't it mean that the good and neutral camps can come and go freely? I'm from the neutral camp, why can't I go in." The chaotic neutral bard said dissatisfiedly to the unicorn.

"Your heart is full of the copper stench of money, you are not welcome here, get out!" The unicorn looked at the bard with contempt.

It seems that he noticed the movement here, and many unicorns came out from the depths of the woods to watch and watch the excitement.

"And greed!" Among the unicorns, a unicorn with deep blue eyes looked at the bard with contempt.

"And arrogance!" The unicorn with violet eyes said with a look of disdain.

"Love of money and lust!" said a female unicorn with no face and jaw, looking at the bard coldly with tan pupils.

"And despicable and shameless!" A small female unicorn who seemed to be underage ran to Lilia, the half-elf girl, looked at the bard in disgust, and rubbed the corner of her clothes affectionately.

"...Hey, that little guy, after all, why are you still scolding people? I, Gilt, are the most famous bard in the entire peninsula. Am I that kind of person?"

The bard retorted with some guilt, feeling the contemptuous eyes of all the unicorns, and hurriedly walked to the big tree not far away with the harp, sitting on the ground with one hand on his chin, showing a depressed look.

Thorne noticed that the half-elf girl was stroking the little unicorn in front of her, showing a rare smile, shook her head and laughed, and turned away.

"Wait a minute, followers of Guilen." Suddenly, one of the strongest unicorn leaders in the unicorn group stopped Thorne in his footsteps.

Thorne froze for a moment, then looked over suspiciously.

"I felt a strong slaughter aura on you. You must have been accompanied by slaughter all your life, right." The flaming red eyes of the unicorn leader looked at Thorne, pondered for a moment, and said slowly.

lifetime? It took a year and a half to talk about it, and Thorne muttered to himself, and said to the unicorn, "That's right."

"I hope you can stick to your heart and walk on a road that will never get lost." The unicorn's fiery red eyes looked at Thorne and nodded slightly, then turned and disappeared into the depths of the trees.