My Magic Age

The sky of Xinliu Valley is always like that. A golden time turbulence is like a long river flowing slowly in the star field. Maybe the nine floating mountains in Xinliu Valley are just a speck of dust in the time and space turbulence, but it is precisely this time and space turbulence in front of me that makes this place a pure land.

Following the beautiful singing, I climbed over a gentle slope covered with fine grass. I stood on the top of the hill and looked into the distance. There was a winding stream not far away, like a beautiful hairband on the neck of a beautiful girl. The soil slope was covered with tender green furry wild grass, like a soft and thick blanket spread in this wilderness.

Helena stood barefoot in the stream, holding the hem of her skirt with one hand and holding her hair blown by the wind with the other hand. She turned her head and talked and laughed with Becky who was sitting on the shore. In the afterglow of the time and space turbulence, Helena showed the ultimate beauty. I guess the beautiful song just now was sung by her.

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Becky hugged her knees and sat on a smooth boulder by the stream. Her long green algae-like hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. Her tight leather armor outlined the exquisite curves of her body. Becky had the best figure among the three girls of Yingli.

There was a white tent not far away. Three thoughtful girls picked bunches of blue flowers from the grass and decorated the tent very beautifully.

Helena and Becky, who were playing by the stream, saw me and waved to me excitedly. I think they both nodded gently.

Catalina and Kalancuo did not follow me either. They just stood quietly on the gentle slope. Kalancuo pointed his finger into the distance. From here, the orc village was only as big as a matchbox.

Yingli squatted on the grass with his back to me, staring at a blue flower in front of him.

That blue flower has a beautiful name, called "Forget-me-not".

I couldn't bear to disturb her, so I walked over gently on the soft grass carpet and stopped ten meters behind her.

Ying Li squatted quietly on the grass, with a cluster of blue flowers blooming in front of her. The wind blew from the depths of the meadow, making waves appear on the meadow full of fine hair grass, and those blue flowers were swaying in the wind.

She squatted there quietly, as if at this moment, she and the whole world of Xinliu Valley were integrated into one.

A loud whistle came from a distance, which woke Ying Li from her meditation.

Ying Li and I turned our heads to look at the stream at the same time. Becky was standing on a boulder by the stream, teasing an eagle in the sky. The eagle was flying very high, as if it would rush out of the sky of Xinliu Valley if it flapped its wings twice more.

Ying Li just realized that I was standing behind her. She turned around and looked at me with joy. A beautiful smile instantly bloomed on her face. She ran to me and grabbed my hand. She asked me with a smile: "Ji Jia, why are you here? Is the summer festival over?"

I nodded and held her soft little hand in my palm. Her hand was very soft.

"Will you feel bored here? I thought you would go hunting in the mountains. I was thinking about how to find you." I said to Ying Li.

"No! I haven't been so leisurely for a long time. It's really beautiful here." Ying Li tucked her long hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears and asked me again: "It's summer vacation. Where are you going?"

I answered frankly: "To the Vashj plane. When I go there with Noah, I will come to pick you up. We will watch the sea together there!"

Ying Li's eyes flashed with joy, and a clear dimple appeared on her face.

"Yes." She agreed softly. Even though she was the princess of Green, she was still so quiet and graceful.

We strolled aimlessly on the grass side by side, chatting as we walked.

"In the past two days, Lucia and Prince of Wales have come to see me. They asked me where you are and how you are doing. They are a little worried about you..."

When we walked to the stream, Helena and Becky came to meet us.

Helena was like a happy little deer, taking brisk steps and suddenly threw herself into my arms. I hugged her slender waist and kissed her soft and rosy lips like a dragonfly touching the water. A faint blush appeared on her beautiful face.

I was a little confused. Was Helena's mood at the moment representing Ying Li, or herself, or both!

Then, I followed Ying Li to sit in front of their chic white tent for a while. Ying Li invited Kalancuo and Catalina to come over for tea.

Ying Li took out a set of exquisite tea sets, filled the teapot with clear stream water, unfolded a magic scroll of "Fire Gathering" in the portable stove, and when the flame appeared above the scroll, placed the teapot on the stove, and the dancing flame instantly wrapped the teapot.

The girl's tent was always so clean and tidy, with a faint fragrance of the girl. It was very warm inside, with a layer of wolfskin mattress on the ground. In the corner of the tent, there was a small bag of wheat flour, a honey jar, a few pieces of cheese and a few coconut-sized chocobo eggs.

It seems that the old orc Zewang took good care of them. There was a lot of food stored here, and almost nothing was missing.

As for the chocobo eggs-Xinliu Valley has a large grassland and rolling mountains and forests, but there is only one kind of white-spotted saber-toothed tiger among the monsters. The chocobo was bought by Bobby for me at the auction house when I was in El City two years ago. There were a total of six young birds, and it was said that there were three pairs.

After I brought them to Xinliu Valley, I kept them here in the Orc Village. In fact, when these chocobos grew up, the old orc Zewang told me that only two of the six chocobos were females that could lay eggs, and the other four were all males. Although they had gorgeous feathers, they could not lay eggs.

Old Zewang never allowed the orcs in the village to eat bird eggs. Those bird eggs were used to hatch young chocobos. Old orc Zewang hoped that in addition to herds of cattle and gazelles, Xinliu Valley could also have a large group of primary magic beasts such as chocobos and magic antelopes. Carnivorous species are very rare in Xinliu Valley, which is very suitable for the reproduction of some primary magic beasts.

The old orc never told me these things. Little Ella told me these things. I didn't expect that in order to entertain Ying Li and the other two, he actually took out the precious chocobo eggs.

On the grass in the distance, Little Ella and Deborah were playing and chasing each other. Deborah was wearing my magic apprentice robe and walked clumsily. She was always teased by Little Ella. The two girls' silver bell-like laughter could always be heard from far away...

If we follow the standard time of the imperial capital, this meal can only be regarded as a midnight snack.

The day and night in Xinliu Valley are not consistent with those in Roland Continent.

The orcs in the village have raised many yellow sheep on this grassland. Because there are no natural enemies, these yellow sheep are raised randomly on this grassland. Then I suggested to everyone that we should have a hot pot meal of mutton.

The yellow sheep was chosen by Little Ella. It was the fattest one in the flock. After choosing it, Kalancuo walked up directly and knocked the yellow sheep unconscious with a very violent punch. Then he held the yellow sheep's horns with one hand and easily carried the yellow sheep weighing more than 100 kilograms to the camp.

Kalancuo first drained the blood from the yellow sheep, then muttered a few words in orc language to the yellow sheep, then hung the yellow sheep on a wooden rack, took out a sharp knife, cut the sheepskin from top to bottom, and peeled the yellow sheep clean in a few minutes. The sheepskin was thrown aside and quickly dried and became hard.

Cutting mutton is my best skill. In my memory, in addition to being good at carving radish flowers in my previous life, sometimes I was also a side dish and a butcher when there were not enough people. The skill of cutting meat was practiced at that time.

The water in the copper basin rolled up and down, and a few wild onions floated in it. Slices of meat as thin as cicada wings were cut out in my hands. It was easy to cut the frozen half-hard meat. The edge of my skinning knife was very sharp. When cutting on the tender mutton, as long as I controlled the trend of the blade, slices of mutton fell into the pot like snowflakes, and the fragrance drifted far away.

The tender lamb slices only need to stay in the pot for three to five seconds before they can be fished out, and then dipped in some secret sauce. Be careful that the delicious taste will bite your tongue.

Ying Li, Helena, Becky and Katrina sat together, eagerly waiting for the slices of meat to fall into the boiling water pot. Katrina took a colander and fished out the cooked yellow lamb meat in the copper basin, and divided it into the plates of Ying Li and the other three women.

Ying Li clumsily put the slices of meat into his mouth with a fork, and was burned by the hot lamb slices and blew into the plate repeatedly - delicious food sometimes makes people let go of their reserve.

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This was originally a large oak forest, but now, looking around, a large area of ​​oak forests has been cut down, leaving only huge stumps. Maybe a few years later, when these stumps are completely rotten, this will be the most suitable place for mushroom picking.

Those huge oak trees were almost as thick as two people holding hands. The felled oak trees were cut off with axes to remove the extra branches, and then sawed into logs and piled together. After a period of time, the logs were split with saws and sawed into square sleepers.

This oak forest was the earliest logging site. The barbarian slaves cut down a lot of oak a year ago and put them in the logging site to dry. Originally, these oak woods were prepared to be shipped out and carpenters were asked to make some oak barrels.

Before the wood was made into barrels, Bernd and I changed our minds and decided to build a light track between the underground warehouse and the ground.

So after more than a month, all these oaks became sleepers.

These barbarian slaves were born with brute force, and logging was not difficult for them. In the past few years, I have hunted more than 600 barbarians outside the city of El. After their left ears were cut off, they became my slaves.

At present, there are only more than 60 barbarian slaves in the lumberyard here, and the remaining more than 500 barbarian slaves live in the quarry. After all, mining strip stones is the most important thing.

Before preparing to build the town of Trum in the Yerro plane, I originally wanted to build a mountain city at the pass of the circular valley, so the long strip stones required were not a little bit.

When the barbarian slaves came to the lumberyard one after another, I finally saw the leader of the barbarian slaves. Jacob was elected by all the barbarians.

He was more than three meters tall and looked like an iron tower. He looked stronger than the minotaur Luka.

His muscles bulged all over his body, the blood vessels under his skin were bulging, and his face was tattooed with totemic tattoos. He only wore a pair of rough leather pants, his upper body was naked, his skin was very white, and it was covered with various scars. He was the strongest among these barbarian slaves. With a wary look in his eyes, he walked in front of me and knelt down to show his submission.

"You want to see me?" I asked him coldly, sitting on a tree stump, leaning forward.

No northerner would have any good feelings towards the barbarians, even if they surrendered to him or how powerful he was. It was useless. Before the barbarians stopped plundering the province of Sloyte, the northerners and the barbarians were mortal enemies.

"Yes." He spoke loudly, like a subwoofer, with a deep and deep voice.

"What's the matter?" I asked stiffly.

If I didn't need them to dig stones and cut wood, they should have been corpses long ago, not slaves in Xinliu Valley.

"We want to eat meat." Jacob's voice was low, like a roar from his throat. Maybe he thought that such a sound could scare me or make me surrender.

Sometimes, I even think that providing them with three meals a day is very luxurious. As for the occasional provision of pig legs to these barbarian slaves before, it was purely because the orcs hunted too much meat. Even if they were not given food, the remaining meat would be dried into raw jerky. I personally don't like raw jerky very much.

It is not easy to transport food from the outside to Xinliu Valley. The most serious problem is to transport bags of food from the underground warehouse to the orc village. The food has to be carried back bit by bit by the orc warriors over this long journey.

Sometimes, it is easier to get prey than food, so at that time, it was not uncommon to fish out a pig leg from the soup pot of those barbarian slaves.

But now all the prey caught by the orcs are transported to the underground caves, and the Yelo natives with extremely high labor intensity need more meat.

"What qualifications do you have to eat meat?" I strode over, lifted his chin with my hand, and asked him contemptuously.

Jacob, the leader of the barbarian slaves, stared with triangular eyes, and a flame burned in his gray eyes.

"There is no free lunch in the world. You have to prove your value. You can only eat vegetable porridge when logging and quarrying, or when one day you are no longer needed to quarry and cut wood, even vegetable porridge is a delicious meal for you." I stood in front of him and said to him.

"Value?" Jacob's gray pupils shrank slightly, and his voice was a little confused.

"Yes, value!" I said.

Jacob's low voice burst out from his throat: "We barbarians are born to fight! We are good at fighting! We want to fight!"