Pillar of Yita

The bright campfire in the center of the ruins casts deep shadows of the broken walls and rubble on the ground, stretching long.

The night sky over Long Lake is floating with faint bright clouds, a silver-white crescent moon quietly hanging over the peaks, silver ash coating the treetops, and a gentle breeze stirring up a rustling silver wave.

Mr. Greyrock stands quietly in the ruins, embodying the silence and resilience characteristic of his species. In the light of the campfire, he appears as a tall silhouette, revealing only a hint of his curved back and the shadow on the platform above.

Like a dream, accompanied by the sound of the forest, it sneaks into everyone’s heart.

The air carries a layer of sugary aroma, accompanied by the sizzling sound of fat meeting scorching metal. Atira is using a brush soaked in syrup to add a second layer of sparkling glaze to the golden rib shell.

The mixture of oil and syrup slowly drips into the campfire, suddenly sparking a burst of golden flame.

The syrup was derived by Atira from the branches of a low shrub nearby, mixed with some wild honey, and a touch of herb, creating a kind of captivating aroma.

In addition, there is a cluster of matsutake, a row of green shrimp, some edible herbs, wild peas, and summer berries.

Elf Miss can always find handy and suitable ingredients in the mountains.

On the way to Idus, there will be no more supply points; while there are reserve rations on the platform, in the food-rich Long Lake area, it’s best to save on provisions.

This is also why they stopped to camp.

Meanwhile, Fang Hong is busy recording the ecology of those plants in a notebook—they are vastly different from their counterparts on Earth but belong to the same genus, different species. His drawing skills are fairly accurate, just a bit slow.

”What tree is that?” he asked Elf Miss.

”Grey raspberry, its characteristics change in summer, and the sap will have a sweet taste. It’s a common condiment in Rotao.”

Atira cuts off a small piece of meat with a knife, brings it to his mouth, looking at him with gentle eyes.

Fang Hong mumbles with his mouth full of food: ”Ah, I know this tree. A subspecies of the bramble family, a new strain not found on Earth... Mm, delicious.”

Tianlan pouted high, watching this ’brother and sister’ pair from the side, her eyes turning red with jealousy.

She was obviously caught stealing food earlier and got her hand smacked; how can people have such different fates?

Reed, amused, watched her and also sliced off a piece of meat from the grill to offer: ”Want some?”

”No way, the big cat doesn’t know how to grill meat!”

The Lion Paladin handed some to Ai Xiaoxiao beside him, and after she tasted it, he asked: ”How is it?”

The little girl nodded vigorously: ”Delicious!”

Reed cast a sideways glance at Tianlan, who made a face at him and then turned to go play with Gita.

Luo Yu was winning at Beast Chess, leaving Parker at a loss and scratching his head.

Bakins leaned against a laurel tree, focusing diligently on carving a new pipe with a small knife.

The campfire boiled the kettle hanging on the tree branch, white steam rising.

Hilveld’s eyes were bright, watching Xiesta pour hot water into the petal-shaped teacup before her, red tea leaves swirling and blooming in the white porcelain.

Xiesta made another cup for the exclusive little teacup of Miss Fairy, who was sitting up front.

”Thank you.” Tata replied with her head tilted back.

”You’re welcome.”

Hilveld smiled as she answered for her maid Miss who didn’t like to talk.

Daisy curled into a snow-white ball, resting not far from the campfire, squinting her eyes, her body rising and falling.

Nini lay in her arms, her tail curled warmly into sleep, the newborn Dragon Soul seemingly extraordinarily fond of sleep.

Sparks jumped out of the campfire, falling onto the grassy tuft, rolling up a streak of flame. The changing light left a few intertwined pale shadows.

In the darkness, Elisa focused, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames and a page of Light Page. She held her hand up, her snowy fingertips continually tracing on the Light Page.

Xiangzi watched curiously from the side.

”What are you writing?”

Both are from the Rain Listener background, having common language. Miss Nightingale turned her head, giving him a gentle smile:

”Writing a letter to Alice.”

To make up for her mistakes, Alice joined the Stargate Port special action group, responsible for investigating the whereabouts of the Rain Listener high-level officials.

Because this matter is entwined with the Dragon Worship Sect, they might have a chance to collaborate again in the future.

A ghostly cry came from Mr. Greyrock’s direction:

”Ouch, softer, it hurts it hurts it hurts!”

Tang Xin put down the magic guided wand in her hands, looking at the person with a slightly displeased expression.

The healer’s wand is unique to Eteliria, capable of converting Ether Magic Power into Light Ether—known as Divine Strength magic guided conductor.

Only Holy Sanctuary craftsmen possess the knowledge of making it, and the one in her hand was purchased from Milaila Temple on the shores of Shallow Gold Lake, costing 5,000 Lycel.

She brushed the white as snow ritual robe with her hand, sporting a beautiful stern look: ”Big man, what’s there to fear about pain!”

”Gita, don’t bother with him, bandage him up!”

Gita hurried to act.

Luo Hao’s face turned alternately blue and white with pain, shouting like a pig being butchered: ”Wait, do you guys really know what you’re doing!?”

”My level is low, why are you complaining so much.”

”I know your level is low, but Priest Miss, can’t you at least give me a pain relief technique first...”

”I forgot to learn it.”

”What?”

Tianlan secretly went out alone from the outskirts of the ruins, looking back at the direction of the camp. The faint screams from behind the woods made her pout.

Ever since Brother Ade joined, Sister Atira has become increasingly biased.

Gita doesn’t play with her.

And that stinky Luo Yu, only knows alchemy or playing chess.