37: Chapter 29 Carriage (4k)_3 37: Chapter 29 Carriage (4k)_3 After speaking, Wood no longer responded and instead approached the flame voluntarily.
Bending down, he controlled the tail with his fingertips and picked up a fleeing scorpion from the ground.
He examined it closely, frowning slightly.
“What’s wrong, Wood, did you find anything?”
The pungent burnt smell in the air made Hai’an look uncomfortable, as he put away his arrows and asked.
“Young Master, there…
is something not quite right here.”
The Mist Forest was vast and boundless, with abundant magic power in the air making it a habitat for numerous creatures.
Even the most experienced adventurers wouldn’t dare claim they could identify every demon within it.
Let alone the ordinary animals that were diverse and had many subspecies in such a unique environment.
Therefore, Wood did not feel strange seeing this unfamiliar scorpion he had never encountered before.
But at that moment, as he looked at the black scorpion in his hand, held by its tail yet still raising its pincers in a warning posture,
he felt as if the group was subtly being drawn into a huge vortex, sinking deeper and deeper.
Wood suddenly turned his head, looking at Hai’an, who was watching him with a concerned expression.
In a fleeting moment,
it felt just like years ago, when someone had rescued him from a slum full of filth and garbage.
Those familiar silver-gray eyes, the same soft and glossy silver-white hair…
He opened his mouth, countless words flashed across his mind.
But all that was left was a dry statement:
“Let’s avoid this place for now, Young Master.”
“It’s time to make camp.”
The forest darkened quickly.
Sometimes, you might think it’s still early, with sunlight streaming through the gaps in the canopy allowing you to travel a bit more.
But just a few steps later, you might find yourself enveloped in darkness.
Wood’s judgment of timing was very accurate.
When Xia Nan and the others awkwardly set up their sleeping bags and piled the branches they carried from the forest together, using a fire stone to ignite a bonfire,
the previously bright sky had already turned to dusk.
Crystal eyes reflected the orange-red firelight before them.
Hai’an sat by the bonfire, rubbing the jet-black wooden sign in his hand, his expression somewhat dazed.
Wood had already set up alerts and traps around the camp early on.
Seeing Hai’an’s demeanor, he hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly:
“Young Master, you know, it was the mistress who gave me a second life.”
“Although the mistress…
when you were very young, the Wakefield family, I’ve been there for many years.”
“Pardon my bluntness, the piece of wood in your hand is not the style of a High level Elf, the mistress before…”
“Shut up!” Hai’an’s emotions suddenly became agitated, the fingers holding the token were even turning faintly white from gripping too hard.
But the next moment, he realized he shouldn’t act and calmed down immediately.
The tone was still as calm and gentle as before, but Hai’an’s gaze only rested on the fire in front of him.
Wood did not speak again, keeping his head down.
As always, sitting in the shadow of the Half Elf.
The air turned silent, with only the muffled crackle of the burning flames remaining.
Xia Nan sat on the other side, carefully wiping the longsword in his hand, his raised ears quietly withdrawing.
He had no intention of meddling in other people’s family affairs.
But after all, being in the same team, and since the other party didn’t mind sharing, it was reasonable for him to glean some insight.
Moreover, Xia Nan was a little curious too.
Unlike the reckless Larry, the Half Elf was obviously more scheming, and judging from the interactions, must have a higher background.
Yet he only brought one guard, even though he was a professional, to delve so far into the outskirts of Mist Forest to search for an unknown target, indicating some hidden agenda.
(He himself knew the location of the Firefly Garlic Vine was in the outermost area, with basically no danger, and the round trip only a day and a half, having traversed it beforehand with the mission’s tight deadline, making it feasible to venture alone.)
Hearing nothing more, he lost interest.
The twilight deepened.
Even the thin mist in the air seemed to have a hint of laziness, drifting slowly.
Doris seemed quite frightened by the scorpion, and Larry’s gentle voice of comfort beside her was indistinct;
Hai’an and Wood sat by the campfire, wreathed in smoke and shadows, steeped in silence;
Xia Nan sat alone against a tree trunk in a corner, eyes downcast, holding an iron-gray longsword in his arms.
A day full of ups and downs seemed about to end just .
But like a post-credits scene in a movie, as an adventurer walking on the edge of a knife, you must always be prepared to face those unexpected “surprises.”