Flynn's Forest of Fables Chapter 3

Flynn didn't notice that the atmosphere in the jungle was wrong at first.

Forgive him, he is just a country mage with low magic power after all, and the jungle has been so silent, calm and safe in the past few hundred years.

Like a generous mother, it provides wild beasts, berries, firewood and herbs to Green River Village and nearby villagers. Even though these things cannot be sold for a good price because they cannot be added with magic, they are enough for the residents here. Live a life without worries about food and clothing.

The dense forest is like the back garden of the villagers of Green River Village, and Flynn can now be regarded as more or less half a villager of Green River Village.

He stepped carefully through the thick grass, weaving his way between shrubs and shrubs along the river bank.

Compared with the aborigines, his figure, which was much thinner, showed a great advantage at this time. His movements were agile and brisk, like a deer in the forest.

But before long, Flynn's pace slowed down.

He found a large field of ripe wild berries. Each bush of wild berries was already ripe. Each berry was hidden heavily under the dark green leaves. When picking, the purple-red juice would stain Flynn's fingers with just a little force. tip.

Flynn filled his basket full. He should have been extremely happy to get such a large tract of wild berries, but the more he picked, the more uneasy he felt.

Flynn stood up from the wild berries, frowning and thinking carefully about the source of his uneasiness. He put his hand on his chest, and the amulet he brought back from the adventurer team hung there quietly without any warning reaction. The air in the dense forest wrapped in vegetation is humid, the light is darker, and the surroundings are silent.

Wait, silence...

Flynn's expression froze.

He finally realized that he hadn't heard a single bird call since he entered the jungle. Thinking about it this way, even the wild berry field at his hand was a bit strange. After all, the small animals in the forest are always the smartest eaters. They seem to be born with an innate knowledge of when the wild berries are ripe, and before humans have time to find this place. They have devoured the most delicious, juicy and ripe wild berries in the jungle.

But now, the wild berry field in his sight showed no sign of any animals.

The sweet wild berries are ripe, but the diners are not arriving on time.

"Something" appears.

All smart animals sensed the danger and left the jungle first.

---Except Flynn.

Flynn even stupidly took the initiative to come to the dense forest.

"Really bad."

Flynn took a deep breath, swallowed, carefully exited the wild berry field, and then walked quickly towards the edge of the dense forest.

He really hoped that it was not too late. He thought about his journey and prayed with fear that he had not made too much noise to attract the attention of the uninvited guest in the forest.

Flynn has never been very popular with the Lord of Destiny, as he has proven this through countless previous experiences in the adventurer team. He always seemed to get into trouble for no apparent reason, and the more careful he was, the more so.

But this time, he was favored by fate for the first time in a long time.

The entire journey out of the jungle was peaceful.

Although there were several times, Flynn vaguely sensed some unusually sinister aura, and the amulet on his chest erupted several times as a warning.

But from beginning to end, Flynn did not encounter any danger.

He took a whole basket of wild berries and left the jungle smoothly.

The only surprise was that the small bag on his waist was lost in the forest.

It was the small bag containing dried apples. Because he sensed the danger, Flynn didn't even have time to pick up his dried apples in the forest.

Probably because of his nervousness, he didn't notice when his bag disappeared.

Was it hooked by a branch?

After discovering that the bag was missing, Flynn thought about it in confusion, but because there were only dried apples in the bag and no other valuables, Flynn didn't care for long.

...

In the dense forest.

The silver-eyed man indifferently wiped off the sticky poisonous blood on the dagger with his broken cloak.

He sat on a tall tree and watched Flynn's back leaving the dense forest with a basket.

At this distance, ordinary people could probably only see the outline of the young man, but for the man, he could see everything so clearly.

When crossing the river, the thin young man rolled up his trousers and stepped on the clear water with his slender calves. Unlike all the humans he had seen before, this human's skin was incredibly delicate. Even many human nobles rarely had such delicate skin.

It's the kind of detail that makes you want to nibble on it gently with your teeth.

After a long time, until Flynn's figure had disappeared on the other side of the river, the silver-eyed man slowly withdrew his gaze. He stared solemnly at the small cloth bag in his palm.

Dried apples have an unusually sweet aroma in them.

The man picked out a thin slice of dried apple and cautiously released several different types of monitoring magic on it. Then a very faint trace of confusion appeared on his indifferent face.

【No curse. 】

[There are no traces of magic. 】

He whispered softly in a secret language that humans could not understand at all, showing a trace of uncertainty about the results of the magic feedback.

He felt a rare sense of confusion - if there was no curse or magic, why would he feel a strange thirst for this shriveled food?

To determine this, the man placed a dried apple in his mouth.

While the wonderful taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, the image of that frail human appeared in his mind.

Maybe some secret method?

He chewed the sweet and sour apples one bite at a time, and calmly analyzed the abnormalities in his body.

The subject of those secret techniques should be the human being, not the products he created.

So all his symptoms: craving for food, unexplainable restlessness and panic, all became serious after the human appeared in the territory.

The silver-eyed man swung his tail and ate all the dried apples in the bag without him noticing.

...delicious.