On this red seaside, there are natural caves eroded by waves and years everywhere. The two of them found the drier one of them without any effort. They had found a shelter for wind and rain. The next step was to make it suitable for habitability. In ancient times, ancestors who ate raw meat and drank blood also needed a fire pit, and hung dried meat on the rock walls to prepare enough animal skins for paving for their wives and children. Now it is a new era of faith, steel and magic interweaving, and human needs are more colorful and diverse.

Emily put the blanket on and sat in immediately, feeling the long-lost softness. This thing is easier to find than food, and more than people were pushed onto the beach by the waves. Klaus pried open five boxes in one breath, all filled with tapestries. He even found a bottle of wine at the bottom of the box, but unfortunately there was nothing to eat. If he hadn't encountered a giant crab and the girl rescued was kidnapped by the dog-headed man, he should have unscrewed the bottle plug to celebrate. The knight stuffed Emily the wine and walked towards the woods far away from the coast to find dry firewood for fire making.

He picked up the branches, and of course the flint was destroyed. Klaus used a dagger to knock on a new horse tartar and smashed it several times. The splashing sparks could not point out the branches that had just been left behind. This was the coastline, and dry firewood was very rare.

"Miss, don't worry, I'll be soon..." Klaus was afraid that Emily would be impatient. He had been married and knew how crazy a woman with wet hair would be.

In just a blink of an eye, the mage made a fuse out of nothing. The Knight praised Emily's little skills, and her tone was a little stiff under the polite makeup, and she could hear her insincere words. So when Klaus proposed to catch fish, Emily nodded exaggeratedly and played the role of a traditional woman. Watching the Knight's back as she rushes away, she was glad that she was low-key.

Catching fish? Please, an apprentice can shoot the electric claw technique in the water, and he can only be busy picking up portions.

Emily thinks she understands men very well, unlike the little girl Christina, who kisses her mouth as a great thing. As a woman who has not been married at the age of 31, she does not have the awareness of an old girl. Instead, she laughs at Christina, who is essentially a young girl, from time to time.

A man can leave whenever he wants, and stay whenever he wants. He can't hold him back with a few words. People like Lyon, you have to give him enough freedom and fish for a long line before he can... create an illegitimate child and die?

Emily laughed in silence, accidentally caught by Klaus who had returned home with a full load. He caught the fish, and the rabbit in his right hand was considered an unexpected surprise. Klaus pretended not to notice Emily talking to himself. In the eyes of ordinary people, the mage is synonymous with mental illness.

The knight skinned the rabbit, and she was extremely skillful in her movements. She chose to sit and enjoy the fruits, not to mention that she knew nothing about dealing with prey. Both of them were trying to avoid discussing the fate of those girls. The knight had rabbits and fish waiting to process, and she could pass the time by tossing and turning the entrustment.

The kowtowel should not have the habit of treating captives as food. She speculated based on a knight novel she had read as a teenager, just to calm her guilty conscience. What can I do? Do I rush into the woods with my eyes and my eyes were dark? She suddenly felt fortunate that she did not follow Christina, and the elves would definitely plunge into the most densely populated area of ​​the kowtowels and buy everyone time.

She used her life to fulfill the Paladin's oath. Damn, she was the living "Holy Book"! But Terra inexplicably deprived of divine power. Emily spoke out for her friends and found reasons for her materialism.

Xiaona, where are you? The scene of Christina being surrounded by a dog-headed man was leaping into her mind. She turned her attention back to the book before she burst into tears. She had to start with the fireball technique again, and Emily sighed.

It is said that this is the curse that the gods put on the caster. The mage is powerful and calls for the wind and rain. However, once the spell is released, it will completely disappear from memory. You have to sleep, read books to death, and start over again.

"God teaches us to be humble." Emily flipped through the magic book left by Merlin, and couldn't help but recall what he had said before.

"I'm on the first squad, Miss." Klaus' dark circles could scare the worst-looking foreman. In fact, the moment he stood up, he failed to maintain his balance. The knight held the rock wall and covered it with a smile.

"Thank you..." And all she could do is this.

Through Claus, through Lyon, through Christina, and everyone who had watched her, Emily learned to be down to earth.

"Carlot?"

Some annoying guy was calling me, Emily was sleeping in a daze, the Turkic blanket was soft and thick, and she couldn't get up when she lay in.

The mage's sleep pursues efficiency. In order to remember the spells as soon as possible to restore the casting ability, most of these sleeps are dreamless. Klaus would not call her like that. The knight is very polite, always with a long lady and a short lady.

So she ignored it and covered her head with a blanket.

"Emily Carlotte." This time the other party simply called out her full name, and the next sentence was even more terrifying, "Wake up."

Wow, you are more domineering than my father. I think so in my heart, but my body is out of control.

The mage immediately opened his eyes and saw a male elf standing not far away, lying down at her. He was wearing a gray robe that was the same as an ordinary mage. His long golden hair hanging down to his shoulders was like Christina, and he also had a precious metallic luster.

His eyes were also golden, like two torches, illuminating, no, it should be said that the entire cave was ignited.

Where is Klaus? This is the first time she has seen a male high elf. She shouldn't have set a pre-position, but it was the assassin with golden hair and golden eyes who killed Merlin. She tried her best to fumble in the blanket calmly, trying to find the dagger.

"I thought you could see that this was a dream, and I was just in your mind." The elf shook his head, and his disappointed look made Emily blush.

Before she could explain, the elf raised her index finger, as if she was telling a servant to shut up.

"What can I expect? Who made her the first human mage to land in a century?" The elf was talking to herself, completely throwing Emily aside, giving her some time to observe the surroundings. She pinched her thighs hard, let alone the pain, and there was no touch. Well, that's right, she was dreaming.

"We have to hurry up." The elf waved his fist excitedly, but was talking to the air in front of him.

The clenched hand loosened again, and the next tone was also weak: "Okay, as you wish."

"Follow me." The elf hooked his fingers and Emily couldn't help but get up. The decent problem she was worried about did not exist. She was wearing the robe well. This was a very serious dream, and it was impossible to be naked.

The ground was moving rapidly under his feet, and the coastline and palm trees flashed by, and even the mountains behind the woods did not hinder. Although the scenery was constantly changing, the scent of the barbecue could still smell the remaining aroma of the barbecue. After understanding that his body was still in its original place, Emily felt a little relieved and instead tried to enjoy this journey of thousands of miles. The elf did not communicate with her throughout the whole process, and said in her mouth that "not here" and "not here", and she was a full madman style.

Finally, they stopped over a city surrounded by mountains. It was so big, like a regular wheel, radiating from the high tower in the middle. Her feet could step onto the spire of the tower just a little further down. The top of the tower was covered with glazed tiles, and the colorful colors made the moonlight appear monotonous. The elf waved down and landed quickly with Emily.

There was no whistling wind, nor a robe blown away. Even so, this false fall from the sky made her dizzy. She did not fall down and vomit when she was unwilling to admit defeat in front of strangers. The elf looked back at her, her face full of coldness, and her eyes looked like she was looking at a stray dog ​​on the side of the road.

"Are you okay?" His condescending attitude also looked like a cat or dog.

This is my own dream. Why are you dragging me around and underestimating me?

"Where is this?" she asked the first question.

I didn't observe carefully in the air before. At first glance, it looked very good. The buildings were neat and orderly, the streets were straight and wide. In addition to street lights, the trees used for decoration were also neatly decorated. There is a huge fountain in the square surrounding the tower, which is close to the capital port.

But when she stood firm, she realized that this place had been abandoned for many years, and most of the houses had no windows, leaving some gloomy black holes, which was very scary. The beautiful street lights and straight street trees also became roadblocks to lodge on the ground. As for the fountain, they remained active. The elf girl raised the bottle over her chest, pressed the mouth slightly down, and the water flowed out of the marble bottle mouth, the same color as the sea of ​​blood. After years of deposition, the part of the statue's skirt was also dyed. The top was gray and the bottom was red, and the more she looked, the weirder it became.

Seeing that the elf ignored her, Emily asked again, and she put some pressure on her words. For mages who want to remain focused on the battlefield, controlling their mental state is a basic skill.

The elf shook for a moment, and his figure became blurred. It took a while before he could return to its original state. He turned around and looked at Emily very seriously.

"Look, I said she could." The elf spoke, but was not talking to Emily.

"Well, I admit..." The hand that was slenderer than a woman raised its chin, and the golden almond eyes looked Emily up and down, as if a butcher was looking at a pig.

"Answer me!" She glared, and then turned the elf into a blurry shadow.

After the arrogant maniac appeared again, Emily finally got the answer.

"This is the city of eternity. Lilith gave the elves the first place to live. On the land chosen by God, our ancestors reproductive and established civilization. The entire continent is under control, and overseas are all colonies of elves." He opened his arms and looked up at the sky, his tone was so excited that it was unnatural.

"It is also here that the Elf King received the human chief and agreed to lend a helping hand." The passionate speech turned into a low sob. Emily had to get closer, and she could hear what he was muttering.

"Welcome to the City of Rising Sun, where our clan begins and ends..."
Chapter completed!