Twenty Sided Dice

A catfish emerged from the water, swaying its bearded head from side to side, trying to break free from the line in its mouth. It was nearly a meter long, a strong guy, and the black fish tail swung vigorously, making a crackling sound, making the water splash all over the river. Janet pulled the line and stood barefoot in the water below her knees. It's autumn now, and the rivers in the north are starting to get icy cold. But Janet blushed and was working up all her strength to fight the big fish. The catfish struggled desperately, with the black back and white belly appearing repeatedly.

"Cat, be careful, don't hurt your hands with the fishing line!" Siegel dropped the firewood, stepped on the slippery pebbles, and walked over with a deep foot and a shallow foot. "Be careful," he said again.

"Come here and help, I caught a big fish." Janet was swaying, and sometimes it was difficult to tell who was catching whom. "What a huge fish, God bless, we can have a full meal!"

The catfish saw the shadow coming upstream and knew that this was basically its last chance to escape. It dived into the water, stuck to the bottom of the river, drew an arc, and tried to escape downstream. The tail rolled up the sand at the bottom of the river, clouding the vision, the fishing line hissed, and the kitten's leather gloves smoked.

"Hurry up and hold it for me, hurry up!" Janet urged loudly: "Siegel, where are your dragonskin gloves? Haven't you done it yet?"

"No, now is not the time to say that. The fishing line should be sent and released, not always pulled hard. Wait until the prey jumps out of the water, and then try harder."

"Understood, I understand. But I'm worried that this thread will be broken. This is dragon skin in my hand, which is very strong."

"It won't break, I'm a good thread for dwarfs!" Siegel lowered his body and supported Janet's arm, the two of them worked together. The catfish charged for a while, then rushed upwards, trying to observe the enemy's movements. At this time, Siegel shouted: "Pull!" The two of them worked together and quickly closed the line. The white water shimmered in the sun and splashed on their faces, cold and itchy. The catfish was pulled out of the water, and the kitten hurried up, kicked the fish in the belly, and kicked it to the bank.

The catfish was still struggling, sweeping the pebbles everywhere. The kitten jumped over, picking up the stone and smashing it hard at the fish head. "How about a smoked catfish? It's a pity that there is no pot, otherwise it would be better to cook it in fish soup." Janet said with a bright smile on her face.

"Smoked is also very good." Siegel replied, "While the weather is good today and the sky is clear, let's make more smoked fish fillets." After that, he took out his wand, chanted a spell, and piled up the firewood. It was immediately ignited, and the flames burned vigorously. Then, under the influence of magic, several flat stones swayed from the soil, then floated over and formed a circle around the fire. The flames are baking these small slates, and after a while they will become piping hot, smeared with some crushed coarse salt, as a base for drying fish fillets, and can also add to the aroma of grilled fish, which kills two birds with one stone.

In the wild, smoked and salted meat is generally preserved for a long time and is a regular food for adventurers. In places where hunting and fishing are possible, adventurers will try to make such reserves for emergency use. Even if Siegel has the key space, the contents will not deteriorate at all, but he and Janet still maintain this good habit as part of the adventurer's self-discipline.

"Okay, let me do the cooking. Keep reading the spell book and try to master more spells." Janet grabbed the big fish with both hands and dragged it back to the river. There, she cut open the belly of the fish with a dragon tooth dagger, washed it with river water, and prepared it for cooking. Siegel sat comfortably by the campfire, opened the spell book, and studied as he cooked.

Becoming a magician requires hard work just like being a warrior. Spells are only a part of the abilities of mages, just like swordsmanship is to warriors, it is the basic and the most important. In addition, biology is like archery, pharmacy is riding, and monster control is like tactical command. These all take a lot of time and energy to master, and there are basically no shortcuts. Siegel's superior comprehension can only help him save a lot of energy in spell science and pharmacy, and other disciplines can still only do water mill work.

So the two of them discussed it along the way. Siegel should seize all the time he had to stop to learn, and then practice magic on the way. So they left the trail of many magical experiments along the way, ice, fire, acid erosion and sonic blasts. Fortunately, the grasslands in the north have a strong regeneration ability. When the grass germinates again next spring, everything will be invisible.

The two stop and go, heading north along a winding but friendly road. They shunned the fierce and aggressive Bighorn tribes and the looting Ironcoin tribes. If he encounters unidentified guys on horseback patrolling, Siegel can always spot them from a distance with his observation skills, and then choose to avoid or hide.

They were all cautious along the way, so the speed of progress was not fast. Moreover, they can look at the city wall mountains every day, and it is difficult to detect the slight changes there every day, and it is difficult to judge the distance and distance of walking. Originally, before departure, Siegel was a little anxious about going to the northern fortress, but now he can calm down. After seeing dragons and death knights, he put away his pride, focused on improving his spell ability, and became more cautious about making achievements.

The smoke from the grilled fish rose upwards, but it couldn't leave the ground more than two meters away. Siegel uses magic to disturb the airflow, creating an extended fan that blows the smoke very far. This ensures that they will not be discovered by distant enemies, and no matter how careful you are in the wild. After eating today's fish, they would also bury the fire and dispose of the debris. There are too many hunters on the grassland, and neither of them wants to be the prey.

Fortunately, luck was with them along the way, and the trip to the north became a bit like a spring outing. Janet was very happy every day, giggling and laughing. Even when Siegel sat quietly reading a book, she would laugh out loud from time to time. Thanks to this laughter, both of them can spot small animals along the way, such as goofy rabbits, lost goats and chubby voles. Janet also doesn't know where to learn the craft, and even with the lack of seasoning, every meal can still be very delicious. Siegel can only cook seafood and can't do anything about all kinds of animals, so he enjoys food, leisure, and time on the grassland with great peace of mind.

Only at night is a bit torturous. It's not that the temperature here gets chilling after nightfall, or that the nocturnal predators are disturbing—these can be improved with magic. The only thing affecting Siegel's sleep was Janet's temperature.

Even through the sleeping bag, he could feel the breath from her, a breath mixed with herbs, soil and free air, a youthful breath. Underneath this, there was another scent, a faint scent of sulfur, roses, and blood. Siegel understands that it is the temptation from Janet's demon blood. As long as he closes his eyes, he can clearly describe her appearance: malt-colored skin, bright red full lips, burning like flames Short red hair, soft and creamy tail. This is not the appearance that Janet pretends every day through her transformation, but the appearance determined by her bloodline soul. Siegel had only seen it once, but it was deeply imprinted in his mind and became clearer and clearer.

He could even smell the fragrance emanating from the red hair and touch her delicate curves. Siegel knew it was all his hallucinations, a sensory illusion brought on by his wild imagination, but he just couldn't help thinking about it. Even if the moonlight is bright and all sounds are still, the vast and mysterious starry sky is completely and clearly presented in front of him, even if the night wind is blowing and the water is gurgling, the thick and solid earth stretches infinitely under him, no matter how beautiful or magnificent, no matter what kind of thing. The scenery of hers could not hide her appearance in front of Siegel.

When many people see beautiful things, they think that beauty is seducing him and seducing him. Siegel's idea is very straightforward, this is not passive attraction, but a desire. 'I want her', he said to himself, 'just as I want food to fall into my stomach sac and magic to flow into my veins, I want her to enter my soul - not to leave'. Siegel struggled to sleep for several nights and had to count Janet's lashes by the firelight before closing her eyes. Finally one night, he reached out and touched Janet's sleeping face gently, sliding across the soft skin, the shaggy hair. Her face was a little cold from the cold air of the night, but his fingers were terrifyingly hot.

Janet woke up with a blink of an eye, looked at Siegel's fingers on her face, and smiled slightly. "I want to hold you." Siegel decided to tell the truth.

"Let me think about it." Janet closed her eyes again. Years of espionage made her very careful not to trust others easily, but it also gave her another ability to judge whether other people's words were sincere. Siegel is sincere, as he has always been, but does that make his arms safe and secure? Janet hesitated~www.novelmt.com~ She has always had a dream, a safe, warm and peaceful environment where she can take off her mask and live a simple life. 'I don't like Siegel? Isn't he a good man? Wouldn't my dream come true if I was with him? ' Janet was thrilled by this whim.

But dreams are too long to appear unreal, so Janet's suspicious rationality pulled her back, 'Would it be that easy? ' She sneered at herself. 'Haven't you seen those girls who were deceived? Haven't you yourself turned into a man to deceive and take advantage of them? What are you compared to them, a daemon? How many times can you get hurt and how many times can your dreams endure before you lose heart? ’

Janet thought for a while, she felt that she couldn't take it even once. 'He was the best option, but I couldn't rush. Passion, as good as it is, is hard to last. Only let him cherish, is what I need most. He needs to be able to protect me, and is willing to protect me forever, to be a good match. ’

So she made up her mind and said to Siegel, "If you want to hold me, of course you can, but you can't do anything else. Only when you become a knight and marry me can you do anything else—I I don't want you to look down on me."

Siegel thought for a while, climbed out of the sleeping bag, knelt down in front of Janet, and said very solemnly, "I promise, I will give you a grand wedding right after I become a knight."

Janet smiled, then waved, "Then you can come in." Under the starry sky in the northern grasslands, under the swaying light of the fire, the two slept hugging each other. Nothing else.