Flynn's Forest of Fables Chapter 4

After returning home, Flynn saw Hills and John at the door of his house.

When Flynn first settled in Green River Village, Hills and John were just two skinny kids.

But in just two years, both of them have grown into big men that Flynn envies.

After seeing Flynn's figure, John jumped up.

"Hey Flynn, where have you been?! We've been waiting for you!"

He was only fifteen years old, but when he stood up he looked like a brown bear.

His brother, Hills, glared at John coldly, then he took two steps forward and saluted Flynn.

"Mr. Flynn, there is not much peace near Green River recently. The village chief has imposed martial law. I'm afraid there won't be any fresh meat in the village in a short time. Mom is a little worried about you and asked us to bring you a pickled pig leg. But. You weren't at home, so we waited here for a while."

Hills was only two years older than John, but seemed much more composed. He informed Flynn of today's big news simply and clearly. They were not the only hunters who sensed the changes in the dense forest. After contacting several other villages in the entire valley, the village chief issued martial law very cautiously and ordered no one to cross the river to avoid disturbing the dense forest. "the one" in.

This kind of thing happened occasionally in the past, but the villagers were not too nervous. According to past experience, those powerful creatures would not stay in a place like Green River Valley for too long. But Mrs. Daphne obviously had other ideas - she felt that Flynn was too thin and should be supplemented by her specialty pig legs anyway.

"Don't worry, the village chief has already found a way to find someone to handle this kind of thing."

Flynn's brief dullness misled Hills, and the young hunter hastily added a word of comfort.

When they learned that Flynn had just returned from the dense forest, the hunters' eyes widened in surprise, and then they desperately warned Flynn not to enter the dense forest recklessly again.

"If you need it, I can accompany you in later."

Hills said.

"And me! I can accompany you too!"

John also said earnestly.

Facing the two bears...the eager kindness of the two young men made Flynn's cheeks warm slightly.

He was still not very good at facing such straightforward overtures. Mixed with overwhelmed gratitude, Flynn invited Hills and John to have dinner at his home.

And their food is naturally Mrs. Daphne's pickled pork legs.

I have to say that Mrs. Daphne should be proud, that marinated pork leg is indeed extremely delicious.

Flynn simply used a knife to slice the pork leg into thin slices of meat. The pink texture was like fine cherry agate, exuding the smell of fat and nuts. More importantly, Flynn did not waste the wild berries he brought back from the dense forest at the "danger". After all, under normal circumstances, humans would not be able to obtain such perfect berries. He crushed these tender and delicate wild berries and heated them. When bubbles appeared on the edge of the purple-red juice, he sprinkled in fresh vanilla, maple sugar, salt, butter and a tablespoon of gravy.

The slightly salty, sweet and sour wild berry juice goes very well with the marinated pork leg slices. Paired with goat cheese and sparkling house wine, it is a perfect meal.

Hills and John had a very pleasant meal, a little too pleasantly. John gulped down his third glass of wine tonight, and his eyes were already a little hazy from the alcohol. He licked his fingers, but his eyes fell directly on Flynn across the table.

"Flynn, this is so delicious!" he shouted, "Be my bride, Flynn, I will be very good to you---hiccup---"

The next second, he suddenly let out a wailing cry. He fell off the chair inexplicably and fell heavily.

He lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, moaning in pain. Hills rolled his eyes and forcefully pulled his brother up from the ground.

"Sorry. This guy must be drunk."

The older hunter said to Flynn with a livid face that John's behavior made him feel very embarrassed, and he did not miss Flynn's stiffness just now.

Flynn is very popular with his peers, sometimes even a little too popular. He has a temperament that is different from everyone else's, which always makes people feel itchy. Hills's poor literary skills prevented him from finding the right words to describe the wonderful attraction contained in Flynn. But one thing he can be sure of is that Flynn is often pestered by guys who are also men.

"Believe me, John has no blasphemous thoughts towards you, he is just...just a fool."

When leaving Flynn's house, Hills stammered and explained for his brother again.

"It's okay, I know."

Flynn watched the Pan brothers leave with a wry smile.

He knew that his reaction tonight was a little inappropriate, at least Hills should be overthinking it.

But what can be done? Flynn didn't know why he always attracted the pursuit of men, such as the arrogant little nobleman in River Valley Town. If it weren't for getting rid of his entanglement, Flynn wouldn't have found a way to move to the more remote Green River Village.

It is precisely because of these psychological shadows that Flynn feels uncomfortable all over when he hears someone say something strange.

Flynn sighed.

After saying goodbye to the Pan brothers, Flynn made jam from the remaining blackberries.

Crush the blackberries, squeeze out the juice, add sugar and cook the juice until it is slightly viscous, then put the pulp into the juice, then add a small cup of apple juice and a small stick of cinnamon...

As the sweet aroma of jam slowly filled the air, Flynn's mood gradually calmed down. After sealing all the jam into a small clay pot, Flynn scraped the remaining jam from the bottom of the jam pot with a spoon, collected it, and put it into a shallow dish filled with water.

The purple jam dyes the water a beautiful light red.

Flynn sprinkled a little more sugar on top.

He placed the plate by the window, which was his food for the goblins.

In the outside world, few mages care about those weak and even invisible goblins. Offering food to goblins is considered something that only old-school country women can do. But Flynn enjoyed it very much, even though the fairies never gave him any feedback.

"I hope the outsiders in the jungle can leave soon and everyone's life can return to peace."

Flynn prayed perfunctorily, but he soon realized that this wish seemed too difficult for those weak fairies.

He quickly changed his wish to another.

"...wish I had found the green lemon leaves sooner."

Then he closed the window and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Flynn was surprised to find that the jam plate had become clean, and a large bundle of green lemon leaves suddenly appeared under his window.

Then he learned that the village chief had found an explorer to serve as a ranger with almost no effort this time to protect the village from unusual movements in the dense forest.

Although the village chief’s wild descriptions...that the explorer is incredibly powerful and that he can feel at ease just by seeing that guy...are not very credible, but from a certain perspective To a certain extent, all of his wishes seemed to come true.

The fairies seemed to be unexpectedly generous this time.

Flynn couldn't help but think.

The author has something to say:

I steal dried apples.

I secretly trick humans into wrestling.

I snatched the goblin's food.

But I know I'm a good dragon.