Flynn's Forest of Fables Chapter 1

Flynn, an ordinary and unremarkable time traveler, settled in a remote mountain village seven years after time traveling.

He met a silent and awkward man, and out of kindness offered him a glass of homemade cream mead.

After drinking the glass of wine, under the man's heavy, dark cloak, a ferocious tail covered with scales swayed slightly.

Cut off your own legs.

Western Fantasy Cookies, two idiots falling in love.

Try to complete it within 100,000 words

It should have some gourmet elements.

"So, all I really need is sage, garlic, and potatoes to make hash browns like you made before?"

A breeze blew by, and the summer heat still lingered in Green River Village at dusk.

Mrs. Daphne, who had a rosy face and a slightly round figure, stood by the garden and confirmed to Flynn with some uncertainty.

"And butter." Alain added, squatting half-crouched in Mrs. Daphne's garden. "Potatoes, sage, new garlic and butter. That's enough. Making potato pancakes has never been complicated."

As Flynn spoke, he put his hand on the loose and fertile soil of the garden.

A thin layer of magical light emerged from his palm, and then seeped into the land where tomatoes, eggplants, small pumpkins and sorrel were grown.

After a while, the plants that were originally a little sluggish spread out their branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and regained their vitality.

Not long ago, a group of white-winged goblins took up residence in Mrs. Daphne's garden. Mrs. Daphne found out and bought the rune version to expel these annoying little things. However, the plants in the garden were still a little unsettled, and she was worried that it would affect the autumn harvest. She panicked and found Flynn for help.

This is undoubtedly the right decision. Compared with those serious magicians, Flynn's magic is so weak that it is not worth mentioning, but this magic is enough to calm the frightened plants in the garden.

"Let me repeat in case I'm wrong, all I have to do is prepare the potatoes and grate them into fine shreds."

"The thinner, the better."

Flynn reminded.

Mrs. Daphne nodded, and then said: "Yes, the thinner the better, then two new garlic, a sprig of sage... put a large piece of butter in the hot pot, and then put these Put the things in and press them into thin pancakes..."

"Thinner ones will create a crispier texture."

Flynn couldn't hold it back and added another sentence.

"Oh, of course, no one hates a crispy potato cake base," Mrs. Daphne laughed, "Then we just need to wait until the potato cakes become golden and crispy, right?"

"That's right, sprinkle some salt on it after it's out of the pot."

"It's unbelievable how easy it is to make such delicious potato pancakes. Ever since you took my two troublemakers in for dinner, they have been obsessed with your potato pancakes!"

Mrs. Daphne scratched her cheek, her face turned a little red, and she was obviously still a little uncomfortable discussing recipes with someone like Flynn.

After all, despite his magical status, Flynn is still an out-and-out magician--even if the greatest effect of his magic is to restore life to those docile and harmless plants.

"I'm glad they enjoyed my dinner."

Flynn lowered his eyes and avoided Mrs. Daphne's burning gaze at a loss.

In the seventh year after traveling to this alien land full of magic, monsters, dragons and wizards, he still couldn't adapt to the scrutiny of the local aborigines.

Of course, compared to many people in the Central Continent, the villagers of Green River Village on the edge of the empire are already very good.

This place is located in a remote place, surrounded by dense forests and river valleys without any fluctuations in magical elements. The biggest trouble for the residents is little monsters like goblins and swamp people. Most of the local people make a living by farming. The good climate makes the products here rich (even though the products are ordinary food without any magical amplification benefits), the small village has only one street and one extremely small bar. There is a grocery store, but the grocers will come here every half month to bring the residents what they need.

It is precisely because of the isolation and remoteness here, as well as the sufficient degree of wealth, that most of the residents of Green River Village are gentle and cheerful, almost innocent.

It is rare for outsiders to come to Green River Village, but the villagers still accepted Flynn's arrival, and after a few months, they slowly adapted to Flynn's unusual "peculiar" appearance---slender figure, black hair and pupils Color, facial features that are much softer than ordinary people, and pale ivory skin.

As a time traveler, Flynn does not have the halo or golden finger of a protagonist. Of course, when he first crossed over, he had the illusion that he would shine in this alien land filled with dragons, magic, orcs, dragons, and wizards, and repel the demon world with one enemy against ten thousand. Attack and become the Sorcerer Supreme or something.

...After accidentally joining a team of seventh-rate explorers and barely surviving, Flynn's illusions quickly disappeared.

Flynn is lucky to be alive.

After realizing this, Flynn took some time to settle down, and for now, everything in Green River Village makes him feel comfortable and comfortable. Certain effects during the time travel gave his ordinary human body some weak magic power. In the outside world, this level of magic power is not worth mentioning, but in Green River Village, a simple "job" made it possible. He was paid more than enough.

Two hunks of home-grown butter.

A whole loaf of toasted bread stuffed with honey and chopped almonds.

A big bagful of little apples. ("Although they are small, believe me, these apples are sweeter than girls' K!sses!" Mrs. Daphne enthusiastically promoted.)

A small sack of potatoes with a few beetroots in it.

A large beehive with honey flowing inside.

...

If it weren't for Flynn's visibly thin body that seemed unable to carry too much, Mrs. Daphne would have even wanted Flynn to carry back a whole leg of pork marinated with black pepper and sea salt.

Well, in fact, even these "work rewards" now have already overwhelmed Flynn.

"You're too skinny. You should eat more pork legs!"

Mrs. Daphne tied the strap for Flynn and looked at the shaky Flynn and said worriedly. Flynn could only give a bitter smile. If he had not been able to travel through time, he would have been just an ordinary young man in the normal world. He could not be said to be strong or thin, but compared to the two-meter-tall people in this magical continent. Aboriginal, he does appear to be extra... delicate.

And this physical difference cannot be made up by eating pork legs.

Mrs. Daphne suggested that Flynn stay in the village for one night and wait until her two children, Chris and John, came back the next day to carry Flynn's things back.

In this case, Flynn can still take away the pork leg. Mrs. Daphne is quite proud of her skill in pickling the pork leg.

But Flynn politely rejected Mrs. Daphne's kindness. As an outsider, he did not live in Green River Village. Instead, he built a small wooden house in a small piece of wasteland near Green River Village.

It was originally a field used by the villagers to grow medicinal herbs. It was not far from the village but a little far away, which just met Flynn's living needs that were not suitable for the crowd.

"It's just a short journey." Flynn looked at the sky and said goodbye to Mrs. Daphne, "I will be home before the sun sets. Thank you for your concern."

"All right."

Mrs. Daphne sighed and said goodbye to Flynn with some disappointment.

However, when she got home at night, John and Chris, who were supposed to come back the next day, were already sitting at the dining table at home. They were empty-handed and a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Daphne was greatly surprised by this. Although John and Chris were both young, they were already the best hunters in Green River Village. They had never returned without success before.

Faced with their mother's questions, John and Chris frowned: "...No, we don't know what happened. All the animals in the jungle are gone."

"Gone? What does this mean?" Mrs. Daphne asked.

"Just disappeared---ran away---even the most ferocious snake wolves and scaled deer have run away, their lairs are still hot, God knows what came in the dense forest, all of them They all evacuated the jungle."

John rubbed the base of his eyebrows and said with a headache.

"It's terrible. May the goddess of nature expel those creations that destroy the balance soon."

Mrs. Daphne put her hands on her chest and prayed. But overall, neither Mrs. Daphne nor her children showed much concern. After all, as mentioned before, the valley where the green river flows lacks magical elements. No matter what it is, it is impossible to stay in this magical desert for too long.

That is, when cooking the butter potato cakes she just learned today for her children, a faint worry flashed through Mrs. Daphne's mind---The road Flynn went home seemed to have a short section close to the green road. River, and across the Green River is the dense forest.

If there really is something in the jungle, maybe...

However, this possibility is too small. Mrs. Daphne, who has never encountered greater trouble than the White-winged Goblin in her life, quickly put her worries aside and indulged in the delicious potato cakes that exuded the crispy aroma. .

As for Flynn.

Flynn did not rush back to his comfortable and cozy cabin before sunset as he said.

First, the things Mrs. Daphne gave him were so heavy that he had to rest for a while after walking a short distance.

Secondly, it was because when he was passing the path by the river, he tripped heavily on something.

...

Flynn was knocked dizzy.

It took him a while to realize that the thing that tripped him seemed... to be a person.

Flynn stood not far away in panic, enduring the dizziness and pain in his body, looking at the man on the ground in panic.

The man lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

Half of his face was immersed in the wet river mud, and the blood seeping from his body dyed the entire land beneath his body black.

Judging from his clothes, maybe he is a ranger? No, judging from the dilapidated armor on his body, he might be a warrior, but Flynn did not identify which clan the strange emblem on the man's armor came from.

Not long after leaving the adventurer team, Flynn had almost forgotten all the adventure knowledge he had learned before.

The only thing he was sure of was that the man suffered a terrible attack before he died - Flynn could even see the man's body through the tattered armor, and there seemed to be white bones protruding from under the charred flesh. .

Damn it, those things flowing out of the wound can't be men's internal organs, right?

Flynn thought tremblingly.

After staying in the peaceful Green River Village for so long, Flynn found that he was completely unable to adapt to seeing such a terrifying scene again. According to the training in the adventurer team, there are two qualified reactions for him when facing such a dead person: First, he should immediately go forward and cut off the man's neck to prevent him from having any chance of survival, and then quickly loot him. The man's available finances eventually pushed the body into the river, destroying all traces of the body.

Second, he could cover his tracks as if nothing had happened, avoid the man, pretend to have discovered nothing and leave the place, trying to avoid possible trouble.

It's a pity that Flynn has never been a qualified adventurer, not before, and even less so now.

He approached the man with a pale face and put his hand on the man's neck.

After detecting that the man still had an extremely weak breath of life, Flynn reflexively cast a healing magic on the man. It was the same magic he had worked on the tomatoes, eggplants and pumpkins in Mrs. Daphne's garden.

At this distance, Flynn finally managed to see clearly the man's face hidden under the mud through the faint moonlight.

The man was very handsome, but not the kind of handsome that made people feel happy. His skin that had not been stained by mud was as white as mist, and his closed eyelashes were like ferocious ice spikes in an extremely cold place.

A thick layer of coldness enveloped him, and he was as cold as death.

He is by no means an ordinary soldier, you can tell that just by looking at his face.

Then Flynn realized what stupid thing he had done. He met a strange dead man, and then cast a weak garden magic in an attempt to save him---it was so stupid that it made people crazy.

Fortunately, there were only him and the dead man beside him, so no one would notice his idiotic behavior.

Flynn shuddered and withdrew his hand from the side of the man's neck.

But at this moment, his wrist was stuck in place by a cold iron hoop. The man who was supposed to be dead had actually opened his eyes, and his silver eyes stared coldly in the night. Flynn.

Flynn noticed that his eyes were not in human form, but slender, like reptile-like pupils.

The unlucky country magician let out a scream and instinctively wanted to jump up to avoid the opponent, but even compared with this man who looked half dead, his strength was still so weak.

He did not break away from the shackles of the silver-eyed man, and something suddenly wrapped around his waist, forcing him to fall onto the latter for the second time.

The man's body was so hard that it hardly looked human, more like a frost puppet made of silver and ice.

"Click---"

Flynn heard a crisp sound, and then his chest felt wet. It was because the wine bottle he placed on his chest shattered, and the mead soaked into his clothes.

"let me go!"

Flynn shouted in fright.

He barely managed to condense a wind blade, and barely managed to throw it at the man. A small scratch appeared on the man's body, and blood gushed out, but that was all.

The reptilian eyes suddenly narrowed and stared straight at Flynn.

Flynn froze.

He felt that he would be killed by this weird man in the next second.

"Get out---or I will kill you---"

Then he heard a hoarse whisper, oozing from the man's bleeding mouth.

The man with silver eyes seemed to have finally realized the situation. Instead of killing Flynn, he let go of the weak and pitiful black-haired young man in his hands, and then he fell back into the mud with a bang.

The man's breath was weaker than before. Maybe he would really die in the next second.

Flynn stood up in shock and moved away from the man. He should have just left quickly.

Flynn thought.

In fact he did so.

After walking for a short distance, Flynn touched the wet fabric on his chest.

He took out the broken wine bottle, feeling angry and shocked.

As a mage with weak magical power, Flynn always keeps a bottle of mead on himself.

These thick, golden liqueurs have been blessed by nature and have restorative and subtle healing properties.

There is still a bottle of mead left in the jug, exuding an alluring sweetness.

"I must be an idiot."

Flynn muttered to himself.

The man's actions just now were repeated in his mind. The initial attack was unintentionally a subconscious defense, but after recognizing that the person next to him was an innocent person, the other party let him go.

If we follow the rules of the adventurer team, the silver-eyed man's reaction is undoubtedly completely unqualified. After all, in this damn continent, even unarmed ordinary people can turn into greedy vultures when they find a dead adventurer. But the other party let Flynn go, which may show that he is not a bad person.

Flynn knew very well that he was just looking for excuses for his next actions. After all, he completely ignored the man's beast-like silver eyes and some parts that shouldn't exist (such as the bone tail that suddenly appeared and wrapped around his body). ).

But no matter what, Flynn finally returned to the place where the man fell step by step.

He took a deep breath, trembling, and helped the man up.

This time, the man was no longer even able to subconsciously attack him.

His head hung lifelessly in Flynn's arms, looking extremely fragile.

"You, don't bite me."

Flynn prayed hard and pried open the man's thin lips. Unsurprisingly, he saw in the man's mouth fine triangular teeth that were completely incompatible with human appearance and a small forked, scarlet tongue.

He shook harder.

Flynn poured what little mead was left in the broken bottle into the man's mouth.

Thank God the man didn't bite off Flynn's finger.

Of course, it was not without accidents. When he came into contact with the first drop of sweet wine, the lifeless man's throat moved, and then he greedily sucked the remaining mead.

Even after Flynn tried to take back his hand, he suddenly stuck out his tongue and wrapped it tightly around Flynn's fingers. When taking the broken wine bottle, Flynn's fingers were inevitably stained with the sweetness of mead. .

"oops---"

Flynn was so frightened that his mind went blank. It took him a while to react, and he pulled his fingers out of the man's mouth with difficulty.

Then he threw the man back to the ground roughly and staggered quickly away from the river.

He had already given the man a glass of mead, and everything else could only depend on the blessing of the goddess of life.

Whether that man is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with him.