Flynn's Forest of Fables Chapter 9

Shortly after Cedric left, Mira arrived aggressively with the villagers of Green River Village holding hoes and shovels.

The mercenaries lying on the ground unable to move and whining were naturally taken away by the villagers. Before being taken away, Mira's friends rushed up and beat them up again. During this process, Flynn looked away in embarrassment, and even doubted whether he should not stop Veles from killing the mercenaries. After all, they were screaming much more miserably than before.

Immediately afterwards, Village Chief Hans was pinched by his ears and cursed by the village chief's wife, who ordered him to solve the problem in the dense forest quickly to avoid causing trouble similar to today's group of people.

And Village Chief Hans repeatedly promised that he would think of another way while wailing.

At the same time, Flynn was also surrounded by villagers. Perhaps because of Flynn's appearance, or because of his gentle temperament that is completely different from other aborigines, the villagers of Green River Village always treat Flynn with special pity and love, as if he is some kind of delicate nobleman who cannot help but need extra protection. Miss. They carefully asked whether Flynn had been injured. After learning that Flynn was safe and sound, they still stubbornly felt that Flynn must have been frightened in some way.

("I'm really fine..." Flynn said weakly. No one heard.)

Finally, when Flynn finally returned to his home from Green River Village, there was a small cart behind him, which was filled with comfort items provided by the villagers to appease his non-existent mental trauma.

Flynn exhaustedly sorted those things into his already a little overwhelmed cabin, and then slumped down on the rocking chair.

Oh, by the way, in the end, he didn't mention Veles' problem to the village chief again.

Flynn covered his face with his hands and let out a long sigh.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Flynn still had a crush on Veles because of what happened when he was rescued that morning.

After all, not all powerful people are willing to save a seemingly weak country mage from the hands of rogue mercenaries.

Flynn Zai carefully thought about what happened in the morning, and his cheeks felt a little warm for no reason.

That person...should be a good person.

Flynn thought.

Although his temper is a bit weird.

He added in his mind.

Anyway, I should still express my gratitude for what happened today...

Thinking of Veles, Flynn had to face this.

Of course, if it weren't for Veles, he might not really be kidnapped and sold by those Sc*m today, but to deal with them, Flynn would have to pay a heavy price, and the end would probably be very embarrassing.

This is a big favor. If it were in the world of adventurers, it would probably be worth an A-level intelligence exchange, or a transfer of priority for a secret exploration mission?

However, Flynn has been away from the adventurer world for too long now, and there are no valuable magic objects left around him at all, let alone any information.

After walking around his house a few times, the little mage in the countryside scratched his hair dejectedly, and finally decided to repay the life-saving grace in the traditional way of the villagers of Green River Village.

Well, this so-called traditional method is almost equivalent to cooking a plate of one's best dishes, then pairing it with delicious home-made wine and sending it to the other party's home.

Flynn thought for a while and made a roast chicken---of course he was not only good at this dish, but almost everyone in the adventurer team liked his roast chicken, including the man with mysterious origins and powerful powers. Captain, Flynn thinks, maybe maybe...

Will Veles also like it?

Different from the rough and bold roast chicken in this world, Flynn's roast chicken has something else added to it.

For example, he needs to carefully separate the chicken from the chicken skin with his hands, and then stuff several thick slices of butter under the chicken skin.

For another example, he beat the fatty foie gras and truffle into a fine paste and stuffed it into the belly of the roasted chicken.

In addition to foie gras and truffles, the chicken's belly will also be stuffed with a whole apple soaked in red wine and a lot of herbs and garlic.

The roasted chicken that is finally put into the oven becomes plump. After being heated, the butter underneath the chicken skin melts, giving the roasted chicken an extra crispy, golden and buttery skin.

The stuffing inside the chicken brings a complex and rich taste and aroma.

Especially the wonderful foie gras and truffles. The originally bland chicken will become plump and fragrant because of their presence. The apples and vanilla will perfectly neutralize the greasiness of the oil. The juice oozes out after the apples are heated. It will also make the roasted chicken meat tender and juicy.

This is a roasted chicken that everyone will love.

What's more, during the roasting process, Flynn will brush it with honey water from time to time - there is no need to worry that the roasted chicken will become too sweet because of the honey water. After all, after it comes out of the oven, Flynn will still It will be sprinkled with salt and spice powder.

Cloves, cardamom, black pepper and dried ginger smell so aromatic under the catalysis of high-temperature oils.

To go with such a rich roast chicken, Flynn chose honey cider that tasted particularly sweet and sour. Fine foam bubbled up in the transparent glass bottle, like tiny golden beads.

The roast chicken and cider looked delicious, but Flynn still felt a little guilty.

After all, for adventurers, only things related to magic are valuable in this world. These ordinary foods are actually somewhat...

Shabby?

Flynn bit his lip, feeling a little nervous.

Although he knew that the difference was not big, Flynn still added a few extra bottles of jam to the food basket, and then a small bag of homemade biscuits, the kind where each piece is covered with caramel icing and crushed almonds. .

"Yeah, at least it smells good."

Flynn comforted himself.

He took a deep breath, picked up the slightly heavy basket, and walked toward Cedric's hut a little uneasily.

On the way there, Flynn kept praying that he wouldn't get lost in the spell maze outside Veles' house for too long. After all, a bottle of wine, a roast chicken, and a lot of desserts were actually a bit too much for a mage like him. Heavy.

But to Flynn's expectation, this time he arrived at Cedric's house very smoothly, without encountering any spells or even physical traps along the way.

The only little trouble he encountered was probably that when he was approaching the ranger's hut, a few vines sprouted out and approached Flynn diligently.

Flynn was so frightened that he ran away for several steps before realizing belatedly that these vines, which looked a little disgusting and scary, seemed to be trying to help him carry the basket.

"Thank you, thank you? But no, I think I can do it myself."

Flynn muttered to the vines in fright.

He was already prepared for the basket to be snatched away, but he didn't expect that after hearing his lackluster rejection, the vines left very meekly, with the curled tips drooping slightly. He looked a little downcast.

Were you not like this when I first met you? !

Flynn stared at those pitiful green strange creatures in stunned silence, shouting in his heart.

In this way, Flynn, with a subtle conscience, arrived at Cedric's house smoothly.

Then he stood in front of the door of the hut, frozen with a grimace.

It was already dusk, and logically it was past the ranger's working hours, so Cedric should be at home. But it was pitch dark in that dilapidated hut, with no light, shadow or movement at all. In addition, the ranger's hut has been in disrepair for a long time. The eaves are covered with white catkin-like spider webs, and the cracks and wood stubble cast uneven shadows in the gradually darkening setting sun. This cabin looks really scary.

Flynn knocked on the door hesitantly, but his body had already turned slightly, planning to leave. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Veles is not at home right now.

However, before he even had time to put down his hand, the door of the silent ranger cabin opened with a creak.

...

Flynn even stopped breathing.

...

After a while, Flynn saw a small section of vine sticking out from behind the door.

It was still those wonderful little green things that opened the door for him. '

Only then did Flynn feel his heart slowly fall back to its original position.

"Thank you." He said his usual thanks to the vine, "Isn't Mr. Villes at home?"

he asked.

The vine shook its tip silently, and then pulled Flynn's sleeve very eagerly, forcing Flynn to walk into the house bravely.

Flynn was silent for a while.

how to say...

He knew very well that for the extraordinary people on this continent, everything mundane was not worth caring about.

But he didn't expect that the cabin where Viles lived would be so deserted.

Of course, there is no dust or cobwebs here. It is obvious that Veles must have used some kind of magic to clean the house thoroughly when entering here. Even now, Flynn can still smell a faint, clean and cold breath like frost.

But the problem is that the magic used by Veles seems to be a bit too powerful, and all the furniture in this cabin has probably been "cleaned" away. The whole hut looked as empty as a cave.

The only piece of furniture was a large, pale blue stone in the corner of the room.

Flynn guessed that it was probably some kind of special magic stone. Judging from its shape and size, it should be used as a bed?

Those green vines are planted in the corners of the room. When they are not moving, they can almost perfectly integrate with the house, but when they stretch out, they look like giant green snakes.

...Viles is really a strange person.

Although it was not very polite, Flynn couldn't help but think this after seeing Veles' residence with his own eyes.

***

The master was not at home, and although the vines were very attentive, Flynn still felt that something was not right.

He left the food basket in the house, left a note, and tried to leave.

After realizing this, the vines suddenly withered.

Flynn looked at their feeble appearance, hesitated for a while, and then sighed and stopped.

"You...haven't you been out in the sun for a long time?"

When entering the house, Flynn noticed that the vines in the house were different from those in the jungle.

The vines in the jungle are very rich in color, a very beautiful emerald green, and the leaves on the vines are also extremely thick and look particularly healthy.

But in the cold and empty hut of Veles, the magic vines were slender yellow-green, and the scales on the surface were arranged a little unevenly. The leaves that grew out were even weaker and thinner, the typical result of insufficient light. Leggy appearance.

Flynn wasn't sure how the plants inside the magical creatures were different from real plants, but the behavior of those vines still made him a little concerned.

Just think of it as a thank you gift to Cedric, right?

As he thought, after asking for the vine's permission, he put his hand on a vine close to him.

He carefully worked his garden magic on the vine.

Well, that’s right, it’s the same garden magic, the magic that makes eggplants, tomatoes, and pumpkins grow thicker, bigger, and bear more fruit.

And almost at the same time that the magic was being cast, deep in the dense forest very far away from Flynn.

A man's face changed slightly, and the ice blade in his hand suddenly extended, and in an instant he wiped out all the squirming black monsters around him.

"Your Excellency, Forest Goddess! Your Highness Veles?! Didn't you agree to leave a few alive for me to take back to the royal city? Those old guys in the Mage Tower are still waiting to study the materials!"

Seeing the forest in front of him that had calmed down due to the disappearance of the monsters, a tall man grabbed his hair and complained dissatisfiedly.

He is extremely beautiful, and his clothes are even more gorgeous. If Flynn were here, he would probably be very surprised, because this man turned out to be a real elf, and his clothes showed that he came from the magic legion under the royal family---and it was a high-status legion. member.

Veles lowered his eyes and retracted the ice blade expressionlessly. If they just looked at his expression, no one could guess that the explosion just now was an accident.

"I'll prepare the materials tomorrow."

Veles said to the elf unusually coldly. Considering the elf's identity, the country ranger's attitude was too arrogant.

However, the elf didn't seem to care at all.

"Tomorrow?" His attention was completely focused on Veles' words, "Why tomorrow? Wait, Your Highness Veles, are you planning to stop here today? This is not like you!" His eyes widened in surprise.

"Did you sense some other disaster?!"

The elf's tone gradually became anxious.

While he was speaking, Veles had put away all his weapons and put on his cloak again.

The silver-eyed man ignored his companion at all. He walked quickly towards the edge of the dense forest, even looking a little anxious.

This made the elf even more nervous.

"Your Highness Cedric? Wait, what happened?"

Cedric ignored him.

He pulled his hood lower and his tail flicked impatiently under his cloak.

whats the matter?

Of course it was impossible for Cedric to speak.

The strong perception transmitted by the dragon vine made Veles feel a strange and unfamiliar intense anxiety.

Flynn brought food.

Flynn entered his house.

Also, Flynn is stroking him now - stroking those stupid, self-assertive dragon vines!

The dragon vine should be immune to all magic attacks, but Flynn was the first ordinary human to use healing magic on the dragon vine.

damn it!

Those gentle, non-lethal magics completely broke through common sense and strengthened Veles's perception.

Cedric felt that every nerve in his body was tense with strong synaesthesia, and the soft and delicate palms of human beings seemed to be directly attached to his skin. And his skin was obviously harder than armor, but at this moment, because of such a gentle touch, it began to tremble and heat up inexplicably.

For a long time, because of the curse of his damn blood, Veles could only experience the extreme cold day after day that seemed to freeze his soul. But now, with the perception transmitted by the dragon vine, his blood gradually began to burn as if it was on fire.

Cedric felt a pang of irritation.

The desire to chew something suddenly became uncontrollable.

He swore that when he rushed back, he would teach that human a lesson. Not everyone could tolerate another mage using such weird magic on his own clone!

In his extreme restlessness, Veles' speed increased to a terrifying level.

As if he were flying, he returned from the dangerous depths of the jungle to the small house on the edge of Green River Village in a very short period of time.

He pushed open the door aggressively and faced Flynn directly.

At that moment, Flynn had just barely escaped from the entanglement of the dragon vines that were trying to keep him alive. He looked very embarrassed and was planning to go home quickly when no one was around.

Flynn: "...Ah."

Flynn looked at the owner of the house who suddenly came home in shock. He hesitated for a while before forcing a stiff smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Cedric."

He said hello, but his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

In fact he looked like he had just cried.

His cheeks were wet (Flynn had sweated a little in trying to free himself from the dragon grip).

Shortness of breath (still caused by trying to break free from the dragon's vine).

There were no tears in his eyes, but they looked wet (because Veles, who was unfamiliar with him, saw his extremely embarrassed appearance, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten due to excessive shock).

Cedric: "Good evening, Flynn."

Cedric also took a moment to speak before speaking.

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for ten thousand years.