Chapter 1146 The New Host and the Virgin of the Sun

"Hey, you guys are going too far!"

"When did I stop you from eating?"

"What do you want to eat? Why don't you say hello to me?"

"Spit it out!"

Gretel pulled...picked...picked...pulled the little snake out of the broken gourd, caught it in his hand, and swung it around.

The little snake hung in his hand as if it were alive, without coiling it around his wrist or turning around to bite it. It looked like "you can throw it away, I'm just a piece of firewood". Gretel shook it a few times, not even getting rid of the gourd skin from its mouth, and then turned back to shake the oak stick:

"What's wrong with you! You're a tree! Okay, put the leaves on it and chew the gourd skin. What are you trying to do! You don't have a mouth, so you still have to chew it!"

There was a crack on the bark of the oak staff, two centimeters above where Gretel's fingers were holding it. On the left, on the right, the canines are staggered, looking like two rows of sharp teeth...

Grete moved her fingers urgently. Hey, I'm even more angry. By opening a crack like this, do you mean to say, "You also have a mouth, and you can bite!"

Idian and Cerira secretly laughed. Even Della Van Locia, who was always taciturn, smiled, moved forward, and touched the oak staff in Grete's hand:

"They want to eat, it must be good for them. You can communicate with them directly and ask them carefully."

After finishing a long series of words, there was silence on the mountain road. After a while, Yudian took out his ears and shouted in disbelief:

"Della, was it you who spoke just now?! You actually said such a long string of words!"

Luo Xia gave him a roll of her eyes, turned back, and became silent again. Idian shrugged, turned his head to the other side, and muttered:

"It's true... I can talk so much with Little Gretel, but I can only speak two or three words with me..."

Grete finished venting his emotions about "the gourd he just got was killed inexplicably", lay on the back of the phantom colt, and continued to write his thesis. The shadow of the sun gradually slanted to the west, and pieces of writing paper were stuffed into the space bag. Finally, he stretched out with satisfaction:

"ah--"

Finished, finished!

Gretel crossed his fingers, raised his wrist, and tried to rotate. As he turned around, he muttered:

"Ah, I write thousands of words by hand every day, so tired..."

"Why didn't you write it by hand before?" Youdian couldn't stand it anymore and complained again.

Who doesn’t write by hand these days?

As a spellcaster, a spellcaster whose physical strength is equal to that of a knight, he starts to groan after writing a few words, indicating that his hands are tired?

"I'm really tired..." Gretel continued to rub his wrist, and even threw a healing spell on it. There is no computer or keyboard, so writing by hand is really tiring...

"In the past, oak sticks helped me write... or tower spirits helped me write... Only very important papers were handwritten word by word. Most of them were written by me, and they helped output the text..."

Now Oak Staff was too busy gnawing on the gourd to pay attention to him. In the mage tower, the tower spirit can scan his experimental records and then output most of the contents on his behalf; but now he is alone outside, and there is no tower spirit to help him work.

Although the meditation core can calculate and store, it seems that it cannot control its own hands and write on its behalf! Besides, even if he could do it, wouldn't it be because his own hands were busy?

"You're too lazy to forget it..."

Idian couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Grete smiled cheekily at him and looked around:

"Hey, where have we been? Where will we stay tonight?"

"Come on, we'll reach the mining area just a little further away." Youdian raised his finger and pointed:

"I see you've been busy writing, so I didn't bother you. Use the flying technique and fly over the two hills. There is a small distribution center. Let's go there first and have a look. If the number of mines there is not enough, we can search further down."

Gretel nodded, packed up his belongings, and waved away the Phantom Pony. Next to him, Luo Xia waved his hand gently, and a group flight technique landed on everyone. Idian, Bernard, and Appa immediately flew up and lined up beside her.

Only Cerila shrugged her shoulders and shook her whole body as if she had been caught in the rain. Invisible power surged, throwing away the group flying technique blessed by Luo Xia.

The silver dragon girl nodded to her, her eyes curved happily, and then she ran over and took Gretel's hand:

"Gretel, let's go together!"

Grete slapped his backhand and added a Dragon Flying Technique to himself. The powerful golden-red dragon wings spread out from behind, lifting him up into the sky slowly.

Behind Cerela, a pair of broad silver wings also spread out. The two of them rose side by side and leaped towards the opposite mountain.

Skimming one mountain, another mountain, and then slowly descending on the air current. Less than halfway up the mountain, people were already running below, waving and shouting at the top of their lungs. Udian pointed downwards, and the breeze wrapped the airflow and sent it to everyone's ears:

"Did you see that small manor? We'll stay there tonight!"

To be honest, Gretel didn't really see any "manor" anywhere. Looking down, I can barely see some tall and short houses on the hillside, houses and houses——

Most of the houses are short adobe houses with thatched roofs. If they present a neat visual effect, it is only because of the liberal use of lime, which painted the exterior walls white;

There is also a stone house, with large stones stacked together, and the walls seem to be a little crooked. As for how many gaps there are in the wall and how much cold wind blows in at night, Grete doesn't want to think about it at all;

Of course, there are also slightly better houses inside. To be precise, there is one standing among a circle of stone walls half a person's height. It is made entirely of stones.

Compared with the slum next to it, this house has at least two floors and covers an area of ​​200 square meters. There is also a tall building in the corner, which is probably a watchtower or something like that. It can have three floors... or four floors. ?

The person waving his hands and shouting at them was standing in front of the two-story building. Udian pointed the direction and flew down with everyone. The man immediately stepped forward and bowed reservedly:

"Dear Sir, welcome to my mansion, Aya Mank will serve you wholeheartedly. If you have any needs, I will try my best to help you -"

"You're welcome." Yudian nodded lightly. He waved to Gretel and others and stepped forward:

"We'll arrange it at the place where I stayed last time for now. As for dinner, it's the same as last time. If there's anything extra I need, I'll tell you then."

As he spoke, he casually threw out a long animal tooth. Aya Mank accepted it gratefully and led them inside. Grete stayed behind silently, looking left and right, and realized that Aya Mank might really be a noble:

He was the only one wearing a bright woolen coat, made of wool dyed in red, white and black, and the material was relatively fine. A thick gold earring dangled from the long earlobe.

The busy servants around him were either wearing coarse cotton coats or natural woolen jackets. The roughness of the fabric is only slightly better than that of a blanket. It's hard to imagine how you can wear it without feeling itchy.

Even more so when it's time to eat. There was a long table in the center of the dining room. They were placed on this table and ate together with the host's family:

Aya Mank, a woman who was obviously his wife, two teenagers, and a cute little girl. As soon as Grete and the others sat down, the girl came jumping up to them, holding a plate of pie in her hand:

"You guys are so beautiful!"

She raised her head, smiled sweetly, and held the plate of fragrant pie to Cerela:

"I made this with my own hands today! Dear guests, I give it to you. I wish you a happy dinner!"

Cerela took the plate with a smile and touched her shoulder. The little girl is wearing a bright woolen cloak. The material is particularly delicate and has a touch of velvet. Serila touched it once, then touched it again, lingering:

"This dress is very beautiful! What is it made of?"

"This is a 'manta', made of alpaca hair! Such a good manta, only my mother in the whole village can weave it!" The girl held her head high and looked proud:

"I will also learn this craft in the future and learn to weave manta that is more delicate than this!"

Do daughters of minor aristocratic families also need to learn to weave their own textiles? Grete glanced sideways. Serila had already taken out a fruit candy and put it in her hand:

"This dress is really nice! - Do you have any better materials? I also want to buy one to make clothes!"

"Yes, yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously. He paused, feeling a little worried again, and tied his thin eyebrows into two knots:

"But this is not the best. The best one is called 'Combai'. Only kings and high priests can afford to wear it. It must be woven from the wool of specially raised alpacas... I'm good. I want to learn that kind of craft..."

"Irapa! Don't say such things!"

The housewife of this house suddenly changed her expression and shouted to stop. The little girl stuck out her tongue, bowed to the guests, turned and ran away. Grete looked over without knowing why, and saw the housewife raising her head and reluctantly smiling at them:

"This kind of craft is not something that small nobles like us can learn... Only people from the specialized weaving academy, the king's concubines, and... the Virgin of the Sun can learn this kind of craft..."

Virgin of the Sun?

Grete's ears perked up. Just as he was about to ask, there was suddenly a burst of noise outside, coming from far away. Aya Manke ran out quickly, and soon saw a group of servants coming in carrying a short wooden sedan:

The nobleman or official sitting on the sedan chair was more luxuriously dressed than Aya Manke and had more gold ornaments on his body. He looked around, his eyes lit up when he saw Cerela and the others, and he quickly turned to the male host:

"Congratulations. Under the order of the high priest, the Virgin of the Sun has started the selection again, and your little daughter has been selected!"

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