Dark Moon Forest.
The lush forest ushered in a new day. The warm sunlight dispersed the faint mist and brought vitality to all living things in the forest.
Colorful birds chirped cheerfully. The breeze blew through the branches and leaves, bringing a refreshing grassy fragrance.
Her fiery red dress was blown by the breeze and stuck tightly to her body. Her slender hands gently pulled up the hem of her dress. Carolina bent down and scooped up a handful of soil. She looked at the inconspicuous soil residue in her hands with a complicated gaze. She whispered softly, "You've been here before, haven't you?
You've been seriously injured, haven't you?
… Why do you do this every time? You never tell me what happened. Why?
… "
Her bitter tone was like a resentful wife. It was very different from the majestic and arrogant temperament she had in the elder's meeting hall.
Carolina stood up and walked a few steps forward. She then saw the whole picture of the horrifying deep pit in front of her.
This was the deep pit where the huge dragon claw was absorbed!
Carefully using her spiritual power to feel the residual aura here, Carolina became more and more certain that Nairíos, whom she was looking for, had stayed here before.
With a happy expression on her face, she immediately relaxed and began to circle around the area to observe carefully.
Soon, she keenly discovered a row of footprints. However, these footprints made her very puzzled. The footprints came from afar, stopped here, and gradually went further away. The only strange thing was that the footprints disappeared not far from the center of the deep pit, and the footprints that appeared later went further away from there.
It seemed that a person had been lying on the ground here.
What situation is this?
Karolina pondered to herself.
Soon, she found something different. The footprints that went further away were deeper than the footprints that came here. It seemed that the person who came here had increased his strength a lot when he left, but he still couldn't control it.
And more importantly, they all came from the same person. But what did this mean?
Shaking her head, Carolina gave up thinking and prepared to use the most direct method to find this person.
He gently pointed at one of the footprints under his feet, and the footprints on the ground immediately blossomed with a fiery red light. Then, following this footprints, the other footprints that extended into the distance all emitted a bright red light.
Taking a step forward, Carolina's figure suddenly flew into the air. The majestic magic lifted her body and flew in the direction of the footprints.
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Sibor County.
Outside Count's mansion.
"Next!
Didn't I say that you didn't pass the fourth level elven language test? You are not qualified! "
A fat middle-aged man with big ears shouted. He chased the dejected young man to the side and waved his hand to signal the next person in the queue to come over.
Count's mansion was recruiting waiters for the banquet that was about to be held. Because all the waiters in Count's mansion and the local aristocratic mansions added up was not even half of what was needed for the upcoming banquet, it was necessary to hold a recruitment fair.
There were countless young people who came because of the fame. Every one of them hoped that they could experience the banquet at Count's mansion. Little did they know that the fat man who made the recruitment had high requirements. Not only did he require the applicants to have a graduation certificate from the Empire Advanced Academy, but he also required the waiters to be proficient in the fourth level elven language and above!
Moreover, the fourth level certificate was not useful. They needed to have a live conversation to prove it!
What was this?
Recruiting waiters!
They only needed to serve tea and water, at most greet the guests, and pretend to be obedient when necessary. Why was the requirement so high?
The recruitment requirement immediately angered countless young people.
People began to protest loudly, but unexpectedly, the fat man shouted and all their dissatisfaction was suppressed back into their mouths. "Dissatisfied?
If you're dissatisfied, go and reason with Count!
I'm the one recruiting, not begging you to apply. Do you understand? "
Instantly, a few of the loudest people became silent and left with their tails between their legs. When the rest of the people saw this, they also left.
But in the end, there were still some who stayed. One by one, the young men and women who thought they were qualified gathered together and queued up for the assessment.
"Name?"
"Martin."
"Age?"
"Twenty-one years old."
"Worked as a waiter at the Grand Bohemian Hotel for half a year?"
"Yes."
The fat man nodded in satisfaction. The Grand Bohemian Hotel was one of the most luxurious hotels in Saint-Rames. Having worked there before was enough to prove one's ability.
"Reason for dismissal?"
"Voluntarily dismissed. Something happened to my family. This is the proof from the hotel. Please take a look."
The fat man took a piece of paper with a red stamp on it, glanced at it, and nodded again.
"What do you think of Victoria Count?" The fat man suddenly changed his question to the elven language, and his speed was not slow.
"Victoria Count is the most beautiful and the most intelligent woman I've ever seen."
The young man named Martin's expression did not change, and he quickly answered in the elven language.
"No nonsense. The language is good, you have qualifications, and your image is good. Very good." The fat man nodded, and the fat on his double chin trembled. "Hold out your palm."
"Okay." Martin obediently held out his palm. It was clean, and there was not even a scar.
The fat man's move was entirely to guard against assassins — those despicable sneak attackers always had calluses on their palms that could not be erased. At this time, seeing that Martin fully met the requirements, he waved his hand.
"You've passed. Go over there. He'll tell you when to do the necessary training, so that you don't make a fool of yourself."
"Thank you." Martin nodded, his face was as calm as an ancient well. He got up and walked into the distance.
On the same day, fifty male waiters and twenty female waiters successfully applied for the position of waiter at the banquet.
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In the evening.
Outside the city of Sibor.
Martin strode into the village of Borg, not far from Sibor Castle. After a few turns, he entered a dilapidated thatched house and gently pushed open the door whose lock was almost corroded by the rain. He dusted himself, reached out to light a candle, turned around and closed the wooden door, and then sat down on the bed.
The somewhat rotten straw bed creaked, as if it could not support his weight. There was a sweet rotten and moldy smell in the air. Fortunately, it had not rained these few days. Otherwise, the leaky roof would be even more unbearable.
But Martin's cold and numb expression made people feel as if he did not care about these things at all.
After taking off his clothes, which were still relatively fresh, and folding them, Martin took out a small wooden box from a hidden slate under the bed. With the light of the candle, he used a spell to open the magic seal lock.
Without this spell, the box could never be opened. The consequence of forcibly opening it would only be the explosion of the box together with the contents inside.
The faint light illuminated the letter in his hand. Although he had read it countless times, Mark still read it carefully a few times before putting it back with relief.
The moment the storage box was closed, the candlelight illuminated the signature with a hint of a classical feel: "Saville Blood Moon."
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"Is this my hometown?"
Elena jumped off the carriage and followed Many and Noda to the side of the carriage. She took a deep breath and sighed as she looked at the faintly visible village in the distance.
Big Beard Carl's tense mood for the past few days had also eased a lot. As the person in charge of the caravan, this trip was considered the most thrilling of his life. Now that he had finally returned to Sibor, Carl could finally breathe a sigh of relief. His beard curled up, and from time to time, he took a sip of the good wine he carried with him. He looked at the village in the distance and was a little dazed.
Sylvia and Salia sat in the same carriage. From time to time, they would look out curiously at the vast scenery of the plains and sigh.
Ever since Salia came to the caravan, she sat in this carriage with the identity of a "magic consultant" to Many. In fact, to put it bluntly, Many could not bear to see her limping behind them. With Sylvia staring at them like a tiger watching its prey, Many had to be careful not to make the little girl jealous.
But Sylvia had become much more sensible since that day when Many carried her. She no longer made a fuss and listened to Many's stories. She no longer clamored for Noda to make barbecue for her. Instead, she lay quietly in the carriage and silently ate the food that Many prepared for her during dinner every night. Although she did not speak much, anyone could see the gentleness in her eyes.
The relationship between the two was obviously a step closer.