The long streets of El City are dimly lit, and the street lights on both sides of the street have been lit up. The dim halo is reflected on the faces of pedestrians through the glass cover, which is so soft. The warm evening breeze blows on people, making this hot summer cool. Many people who hide in the house during the day will take to the streets at this time, or move a chair at their doorstep, and everyone gathers together to sit down and cool off.

Men will take out a little sweet and sour golden cider from the wine cellar, pour it into the decanter of the glass bottle, and then let the children go to the ice shop at the intersection to buy some ice cubes and put them in it. The remaining cool ice cubes will become a good choice for children to enjoy the summer. However, this year, the ice shop in Ire City has undergone new changes. Now children can no longer satisfy the bland and tasteless ice cubes. They prefer to eat a cold drink of red bean ice. When the children hold a bowl of cool red bean ice in one hand and stagger from the intersection with the ice bucket in the other hand, they don’t know if the hands of the men sitting under the fragrant tree touching their money bags will tremble. Maybe they are thinking that they should work harder tomorrow.

Housewives sitting on the wooden pier at the door may talk about the price reduction of something in the grocery store this summer. They are whispering and discussing that the raw cowhide in a certain store has been reduced again. Maybe they should take advantage of the price reduction to buy a piece of leather to make a pair of overfur shoes and line a piece of wolf skin to ensure that it will be very warm all winter.

Many merchants in El City are dumping some inventory in the warehouse. No one can tell whether the canned food and skins transported from the plateau will spoil or worm in such a hot summer. Rather than that, it is better to say that the inventory in the warehouses have become delicious foods on the dining table of citizens in this midsummer. Recently, more and more caravans have walked down from the Pai Plateau, and there are many more types of goods brought back. They are like countless stones thrown into the pond, causing layers of water to swell on the water surface of the originally very peaceful business district of El City.

I was thinking about the future livelihoods of the orcs. Since they became my followers, they could not let them live in shacks and cook the leaves picked up in the market every day and pour out the water from the restaurant. It was a bit of a headache. Maybe they wouldn't mind living in that strange plane, if this would be fine...

After all, we should discuss it with the orcs. Maybe they will be able to own their own tent tonight. Tomorrow morning, they should be able to chew black bread while drinking cereal porridge, and not get up from the cold bed hungry. It is not easy to go to the city to work with the stars on their heads, if there is a choice...

The copper collar on the neck of the elf girl who was on the road alone was held in my hand. Unfortunately, the collar was not engraved with my name in the end. Before leaving, the elf girl's shiny eyes finally showed her gratitude deep in her heart. At that moment, she was sure that she had obtained the most rare freedom.

Before leaving, she said to me: She still can't believe it, she asked me why?

I just smiled faintly at her and said casually: Actually, there is really no reason. If there is only one, it would be too far-fetched.

Her eyes as clear as lake water are beautiful. After regaining her physical freedom, some magic fluctuations appeared around her body. After I was abolished by me, the magical confinement set by the slave hunter on her body was all lifted, I found that in addition to still being clear, her eyes gradually showed the confidence that only the strong have.

The elf girl looked at me, probably trying to know what the very far-fetched reason was.

I couldn't stand the stare of her eyes, so I could only say in a little embarrassed manner: "Fifty magic crystals! No matter what, I can't bear to take them out and buy a female slave. You were bought by a good friend of mine and gave them to me. He felt that he owed me a big favor, so he wanted to give me a very expensive gift."

"This is not a reason!" The Elf Girl's imperial language is not standard, but her voice is very pleasant.

I muttered in a low voice: "I don't like elves!"

I'm not sure if she could hear me clearly, I guess she seemed to hear it at that time, because when she turned around and left, she glared at me fiercely. Just when I thought she would climb the high tower of the airport with the crowd, she said softly to me, "Can't you say that you are looking for love on the road of life, or pursuing truth on the road of magic, or you can say that you want to help those around you who can help you in the best of your ability..."

On the contrary, I couldn't hear her words in the end. The tone of her speech seemed to be singing, but I was just sighing infinitely at that time. I was really a elves who came out of the capital of art!

Before leaving, she said, "I hope I will have a chance to meet again in the future." It can be seen that she is still grateful to me.

Thinking about every trivial matter, I had already arrived at the familiar street before I knew it. From a distance, I saw the lights on in the attic. Tracy's figure poked out from the attic window, probably to cool off comfortably on a windy night.

The street lamp in the distance pulled my shadow so long. When I slowly approached the street lamp, the shadow behind me became clearer and clearer. The base of each street lamp was engraved with some simple magic pattern arrays. The wick in the lampshade was actually a hollow copper ball mixed with trace amounts of magic red copper. However, the craftsmen painted a thin layer of moonstone powder on the surface of the copper ball. Some fragments of magic crystals were placed in the center area of ​​the magic pattern array. The entire magic pattern array relied on the magic crystal fragments to make the moonstone powder emit a dim light. This magic lamp structure is simple, and the only core is the hollow copper ball coated with moonstone powder and the magic pattern array under the copper ball.

This kind of street lamp is a commodity transported from the imperial capital. In all magic guilds in northern cities, no inscriptionist can simplify the magic pattern array in the street lamp so thoroughly, and use moonstone and magic crystals together. It can be said that the idea is very novel, but the cost is not cheap. At present, only some streets in the eastern district of El City have installed such street lamps.

The instructor in charge of magic patterns in the Magic Academy has studied this kind of street lamp, and he specially moved a street lamp to the classroom for this purpose and dismantled it on the spot. I remember that the instructor sighed at that time: If any student here can make such magic props that benefit the people when he is in his lifetime, don’t forget to send him one so that he can brag when he meets with his friends.

After returning home, Fanny was inevitably nagging him. She sneaked out of the door while he was recuperating, which was a mistake. I dared not argue with Fanny. I could only sit at the dining table and eat Fanny's fried pumpkin cakes. Seeing that I was very hungry, Fanny lifted the copper pot on the fire, poured out a cup of fragrant milk tea, and pushed it in front of me.

"Even if you are injured, you still have to run around!" Fanny sat opposite the dining table and complained to me.

Seeing that I was eating like a hungry wolf, Fanny was both in the atmosphere and heartache, and couldn't help but nag me: "If you come back too late, then eat something outside and don't run back hungry. Is it because you don't have enough pocket money?"

Just as I waved my hands repeatedly, Tracy, wearing a cool and loose nightgown, walked down from the upper floor and said to Fanny with a complaining look on his face: "Hey, how can you be so biased? I am your biological daughter. I have never seen you ask me like this!"

After saying that, Tracy approached the sofa where Ryante was sitting, hugged Ryante's neck affectionately, pressed his forehead against Ryante's bearded cheeks, and murmured: "Hey, Dad, you are jealous when you see Fanny being so kind to Gilliah? Do you want to join forces with your daughter to protest Fanny?"

It seemed that Alante left my house awkwardly that day and did not bother Tracy. I breathed a little relieved. At this time, Tracy also came to the dining table. Fanny plucked her with her eyes, but poured her a cup of milk tea, and then said, "Even if you want to maintain your figure, do you want to try the milk tea I cook?"

On such a quiet and warm night, probably every family in El City would gather together at this time and talk about each other's daytime trivial matters, which seemed to be as warm as home. The candlestick flames on the dining table were constantly pounding, and Ryante got up and went to the half bottle of open golden cider and an empty goblet on the wine cabinet. He held the bottle and gestured to me, and I shook my head and said no.

Men in El City always like to drink a little wine after a meal. Usually they only drink some aperitifs on the table. When they drink, they always drink after a meal, for example, now. Sometimes they will find some food and drink, sometimes they will be a simple fried fish or a plate of chips. Girls rarely have the opportunity to drink. The custom here believes that drinking is a man's business, and even Fanny will occasionally encourage me to taste the taste of cider.

Some people say that the men in El City are all very qualified wine tasters, which I think is appropriate, but I prefer to drink a little while dining. I am not used to drinking after meals. Even if I have lived here for five years, I am not used to this method. I sat quietly on the dining table and ate pumpkin pie, signaling Tracy to take an iron bucket from the dining rack next to it, casually lift an arm that supports the dining table, and flexibly draw a simple magic pattern array in the air with my fingers.

The water element slowly arranged water balls the size of dove eggs in the air. Just as my ancient spell sounded, dozens of water balls condensed into ice at a creaking and crisp sound, and fell into the iron bucket at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, when everyone was stunned, they pushed the iron bucket with half of the ice down to Ryante, grinned and smiled slightly at him and said, "Try adding ice, maybe it tastes bad!"

In fact, since I became a magic apprentice, I have rarely shown off my magic skills at home. Seeing Fanny and Tracy both grow big mouths and look at the bucket of ice with shock. Obviously, this small spell is like an ice storm, which has shattered their calm hearts to the point of earth. Perhaps they have never regarded me as a magic apprentice before, and now they are extremely surprised to see the small spell I cast.

Ryante was not too surprised. He probably had more contact with magicians. He was not too surprised by such a small magic skill. He just laughed happily and said, "There is a magician at home that looks really good!"

…beautiful dividing line…

I have always had a question in my mind, probably this question will not be answered correctly until I meet the wise Meanna again.

When I saw these orcs again the next day, they were still preparing lunch for lunch. I saw the orc little girl Ella squatting beside the big iron pot like other orc children. I saw a clean and simple leather-armored beast girl making cereal porridge. She kept stirring the pot with a large wooden spoon, and the beast girl on the other side turned the rye flour into palm-sized cakes and pasted it along the edge of the iron pot. When I went there, I had already pasted it for half a circle.

The lame old orc Zewang is an old shaman witch doctor. In the orc tribe, the level of the shaman witch doctor is similar to that of a magic apprentice. However, for orcs, once they have magic power, they can have a stone drum totem. This is the ability possessed by the primary shaman witch doctor. Only when they become real shamans can they master the real totem power. However, for the old orc, Zewang, he may not be able to cultivate to the peak state of the shaman witch doctor in his life. If he fails to reach the peak state of the shaman witch doctor, he will not be able to hit the bottleneck and become a real shaman. This is a great regret for Zewang when he comes. After all, every orc has the dream of becoming a great shaman in his heart.

Even in such a hot summer, the old orc insisted on wearing a leather jacket. It seemed that it was difficult to change the living habits on the Pai Plateau.

The beast girls who were originally in the shack all day long and were so poor that they could not even afford to wear clothes were sitting at the entrance of the tent, carefully sewing more light leather armors. Although these leathers were just ordinary cowhides bought from the leather workshop next to the slaughterhouse. The cowhides of these beef cattle were very cheap, and a large amount of unicorn buffaloes transported from the Pai Plateau filled the entire fur market, making this texture very poor, making this thin and tough enough beef cattle cowhide that was already ruined. Otherwise, the leather workshop would not sell the cowhide to me at the price of a silver coin and a leather.

But for these orcs, only when wearing leather armor, they feel that they are wearing clothes. The beast girls finally wear simple sewn half-body leather armor straps and walk out of the shack happily. However, seeing that there is no close-fitting clothes in their leather jackets, they will reveal a springy look when they bent down. It is difficult for me to understand the mentality of those beast girls. Why do I think that linen clothes are almost not enough to cover my body?

Perhaps it was because the beast girls rushed to make the game overnight, but after only one night, five cowhide tents were set up next to the camp.

I don’t know what this wise beast clan who lives a simple life like an ascetic monk has instilled in these orcs. In short, when they heard that they would migrate collectively to a quiet and rich small plane to live, the old lame orc Zewang seemed very excited. I didn’t waste too much lips and tongue, and I didn’t even ask about the place I went, so I agreed excitedly.

There are still many things to prepare next. Before entering Xinliu Valley with nearly one hundred orcs collectively, they need to make some sufficient preparations. At least everyone needs to carry some food and a sufficient number of tents. Originally, I suggested that Zewang buy some finished products in the market, but the old orcs insisted that the beast girls sew themselves. The orcs were born to be cobblers.
Chapter completed!