Salia's aggrieved look gave many a fright.
Knowing that they had scared her, many immediately apologized, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean anything else, I just couldn't control my mouth …"
Hearing this, Salia pouted and wiped her tears. She nodded and accepted many's apologies, but she didn't say anything else.
Many felt helpless. They had offended her. Sigh, who asked them to shout at her?
But speaking of which, many were really shocked. Although many knew about magic, they had only encountered it a few times. Other than the natural healing spells released by the temple priests, many had only seen it from the powerful necromancer.
There were too few spellcasters on the continent, no wonder many were not knowledgeable enough.
Seeing Salia's pitiful appearance as she sat on the rock, many of them felt apologetic. After thinking for a long time, they clumsily took out a few steaks stored in their Space Rings, processed them, and roasted them carefully.
The fragrance spread quickly, and many sprinkled some seasonings on them from time to time, carefully watching the fire.
I can't do anything else, but the meat is roasted well. You've eaten it, and you're still throwing a tantrum at me!
Many thought as they roasted, but they didn't know that this idea was as childish as coaxing a child — fortunately, Salia still had the personality of a child, and she really fell for it.
Glancing at Salia, the little girl was still sitting awkwardly on the rock, but her eyes were staring straight at the roasted meat, and she swallowed her saliva from time to time. It was obvious that she was hungry, but she didn't want to say anything.
Many understood that the little girl was still angry at them, and couldn't let go of her pride.
They quickly used a wooden skewer to pick up a fragrant piece of steak and handed it to Salia. "You must be hungry after walking for a day, right?
Don't be angry at me, I'm just a boorish person, and I'm used to being straightforward. I won't be angry at you in the future! "
After hearing that, Sally hesitated for a moment. She licked her lips with her little tongue and finally reached out to take the steak. She took a bite eagerly, but it was so hot that she immediately loosened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to breathe.
"Don't rush, blow on it before eating."
Many laughed and fiddled with the bonfire. "Salia, why don't you like to talk?
Did no one talk to you in the past? "
"Yes."
The answer was short and cold.
Many of them didn't say anything after being snubbed. They sighed, picked up a skewer of meat, and started gnawing on it.
Salia blew on it for a long time, and when she was sure that the temperature was right, she took a bite.
This was not a small bite. Many people sitting opposite her were so scared that they almost threw the steak in their hands when they saw her open her mouth!
How was this eating?
He was clearly f * cking swallowing!
Many of them choked, but they didn't care if they choked or not and immediately rushed over.
Salia's small mouth was filled with the steak. She was trying her best to swallow it down, but the bone of the steak was stuck at the side of her mouth. She couldn't swallow it no matter what.
Many of them hurriedly pulled the steak down.
The little girl immediately coughed non-stop. She covered her mouth and lowered her head in silence. Her eyes were red. It was obvious that the bone had pierced her mouth and was in great pain.
Holding the steak, many of them didn't know whether to laugh or cry when they saw the little girl covering her mouth and not making a sound. Why did they have to meet such a clown?
He took out a dagger from his space ring and poured some strong wine on it. Then, he put it on the bonfire. A faint flame danced on the steel blade, but it was quickly extinguished.
He took out a wooden plate from his space ring, picked up the steak, and used the dagger to cut it into even slices like a butcher dismembering an ox. Then, he handed it to Salia.
Salia took the wooden plate shyly, stuck a wooden skewer in it, and chewed it in small bites.
However, after the first bite, Salia's eyes suddenly lit up. When she looked at the steak that was still roasting next to the bonfire, she didn't hide her deep desire anymore!
Many of them didn't say anything, but they thought to themselves, "Damn it, I finally succeeded!"
Then, they continued to help her cut up a piece of steak with the dagger. After thinking for a while, they passed her a bottle of fruit wine.
The space ring is really f * cking useful. It can store anything. It's really a must-have for home, travel, and murder!
Many of them thought to themselves.
"Thank you."
Many of them turned around and saw that Salia's eyes were full of sincerity as she looked at them, but it seemed that she was embarrassed that they took the initiative to thank her, so she quickly looked away.
"Don't mention it. Are you still hungry?
I'll get you some more. "
"Well, I … I still want to eat."
The two of them were gradually able to talk, and Many of them breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had finally forgiven them.
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A few dry branches were thrown into the bonfire, and sparks flew.
"Can he really find us?"
Eileen asked Noda worriedly. As it was already autumn, the weather was getting colder. The temperature in the forest at night was even lower. So, she was sitting in front of the bonfire with a blanket wrapped around her. She was wrapped up tightly.
"Are you really sure that he didn't kill Pansy that day?" Before Noda could answer, Big Beard Carl, who was next to him, hurriedly interjected.
Noda lowered his head and carefully polished his dagger with a grindstone. He said a little impatiently, "I swear in the name of the Moon Goddess that it wasn't Liuduo who did it that day, okay?
Please, you've asked me no less than five times. Do I have to lie to you? "
Elena hurriedly hugged her father Carl's arm and said coquettishly, "Okay, Father, Noda definitely won't lie to you. Go to bed early, we still have a long journey tomorrow!"
Carl glanced helplessly at Elena, who obviously wanted to stay, and Noda, who lowered his head in silence. He sighed and muttered, "Got it, got it. I won't bother you anymore."
Then he went back to his carriage to sleep while muttering something about "helping an outsider" and "spilling water".
Elena's face suddenly turned as red as an apple.
"Noda, can you tell me your story?" After her father walked far away, Elena immediately asked Noda with her eyes shining.
"Ahem, I've told you everything …" The blockhead Noda really couldn't figure out why this cold beauty in front of others would be completely different when she was alone with him. He responded rather helplessly, "Of course, if you want to hear it, I can tell you the interesting stories I heard in the Vine Bar."
"Really?
Tell me quickly! "
Elena changed to a more comfortable position after hearing that. She, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, leaned against the warm bonfire. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared at Noda, but she was a little infatuated.
At the same time, in another woodland of the Dark Moon Forest.
A weak figure sat alone in front of a small bonfire. The flame was burning quietly, and from time to time, there was a slight crackling sound of firewood.
Sylvia stared blankly at the bonfire, her hands gently holding the old dagger. She spoke as if only she could hear in her sleep.
"Big idiot, I was so close today. That leopard almost caught up with me. But I'm very smart. That stupid guy let me set up a trap. Hehe … Its skin is very nice, but I don't know how to peel it. If I can peel it, I want to make a suitable leather armor for you!"
As she spoke, her face became a little red, but then she became a little discouraged and said, "Oh, I'm a little stupid. If I can't make a leather armor, I can find someone to make it for you. You'll definitely like it, right?"
After saying that, she looked at the dagger in her hand as if waiting for an answer.
"Hmph, you better like it. If you dare not wear it, I'll be angry!"
* * *
Empire of Saint Reims, Sibor Territory.
Count's Mansion.
"Sir, it's already very late. Aren't you going to rest?"
An old man dressed in a gray robe, who looked like a butler, said respectfully in a low voice.
This was a very large office room. The bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books and files, occupying the space of three walls in the room. A huge map of the Empire of Saint Reims hung horizontally behind the desk.
"Butler Hall, just call me Victoria. I'm not used to you calling me sir. You also know that you watched me grow up," replied a woman in a loose robe.
The one who answered was a woman wearing a loose robe. Her chestnut-colored curly hair was loosely draped over her shoulders. Her beautiful face, which exuded the charm of a mature woman, seemed a little haggard. Her slightly furrowed brows showed that she was worried about something.
"It's better to call you sir. After all, you're the Empire's Count. That's what my master taught me."
The old butler lowered his head and responded. His white hair was neatly combed, but the vicissitudes of life in his voice could not be concealed.
"Sigh." The female Count sighed, and the fatigue between her brows became more obvious. "I just received news that the Elven Castellan of Karo City was assassinated. Some rumors say that the undead are starting a new round of attack. Now everyone is in danger. The situation is getting more and more unstable."
The old butler was smart enough not to answer. He knew that the Countess was trying to relieve her stress by talking. So, he just listened respectfully from the side.
"Tomorrow, recruit more waiters. The banquet will definitely be bigger because of the increase in the number of caravans returning to Sibor. We must have enough people to serve."
After thinking for a while, the female Count put down the quill in her hand and rubbed her brows. "That's all for today. You can go back too. I'll take care of my body."
The old butler left, and the female Count stood in front of the window and stretched lazily. Outside the window, the brightly lit night scene of Sibor Castle was as bustling as ever.