A solitary moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down, reflecting the bonfire burning in the ruins. With the splashing sparks, the air is gradually filled with the smell of fireworks.

The two sat around the burning bonfire at the strong invitation of the wizard Alanis.

Sorceress Andrina sat next to Thorne, looking at the two of them with curious eyes.

The female assassin Irene, just like her profession, is still shrouded in a black cloak, and hidden in the hood is a cold face with closed eyes and contemplation.

Thorne kept his eyes on the wizard Alanis for a long time.

Although the very young wizard was dressed in a sumptuous loose-fitting suit, he discovered his slender but muscular body through each other's movements, not like a wizard who likes to indulge in research.

Just like the sword he hangs around his waist, the dazzling sapphire inlaid on the hilt can easily attract the attention of others and make them ignore the weathered blade.

A quirky wizard and a normal, suspicious assassin, that's what Thorne thought of the two.

At this moment, the wizard Alanis, sitting opposite Thorne, whistled a relaxed whistle while tossing his package.

The dimensional bag hanging around his waist is like a treasure chest, constantly taking out some daily necessities that make Thorne's eyelids jump.

A small boiling pot, a plate of tightly wrapped salted fish, a packet of sun-dried mushrooms, a packet of herbs, a large silver jug ​​filled with water, and another jug ​​for cooking dry wine...

"No fine china, no clean linen, no bright candlesticks, you've adapted quite well to the harsh travel life, Mr. Wizard." Thorne said with a hint of ridicule.

"Traveling is hard work, but I will try to remain civilized, although it is not so easy." The wizard Alanis said modestly with a gentle smile.

"I'm starting to doubt your true identity." Thorne calmed down and said calmly.

"So what should a wizard look like to you? A vigilant ranger friend."

Alanis still maintained a gentle smile and said, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he was skillfully mixing various ingredients together.

"Shouldn't wizards be a group of scholars who pursue truth?" Thorne thought for a while and expressed his views on wizards.

In the player group, he has almost no contact with wizards, the only one who is familiar with Pardo, may be due to his age, his character is not yet mature, and he looks more like a nerd.

The player wizard in Iron Horse Town, although only had a face-to-face meeting, but Thorne could feel the distorted character of the other party after being flooded with a huge knowledge system.

The aboriginal wizard in front of him is more like a bard, or a wandering half-hearted artist.

But when the two met for the first time, Thorne's instinct told him that the other was a wizard.

"It's a group of people who give up everything in pursuit of the truth." The sorceress Andrina pondered and expressed her opinion.

"Truth? There is a different truth in everyone's heart, and my truth is to incorporate magic into our lives and enjoy life."

Alanis uses the power of magic to clean a small bundle of fresh vegetables.

He looked up at the sorceress again, smiled and shook his head and explained:

"When a wizard is willing to give up everything in pursuit of the truth, he is actually insane, just like a fallen lich. They are almost a group of madmen without reason. What truth is there to talk about?"

After speaking, he turned his eyes to Thorne and said, "Then, the ranger friend, can you answer the doubts in my heart, how did you perceive the true identities of the two of us?"

As soon as Alanis's voice fell, the female assassin who had closed her eyes and rested her eyes raised her eyes slightly, and the corner of her eyes swept towards Thorne, and Andrina beside him also looked at him curiously.

One was cold, one was soft, one was curious, and all three gazes focused on Thorne, making his face hidden in the hood embarrassed.

Because he just judged it based on the intuition of the face and the smell of the female assassin, but he didn't expect it to be all guessed by him.

Intuition is a special way of thinking that is not controlled by human will. It is a form of thinking that exists by one's own occupation, experience, and instinct.

In fact, it is the sixth sense of the self, such as the air in nature. When you want to catch it, it will disappear without a trace. When you don't care, it will give you unexpected things like a stroke of magic. Surprise and surprise.

It has the characteristics of swiftness, directness, and instinctive awareness.

So Thorne thought about it quickly, and then said his thoughts unhurriedly: "It's not surprising, these seem like a natural intuition to me."

"Whether it's a ranger or a rogue, or an assassin, when they walk, there is a silent rhythm, a rhythm that can only be understood intuitively.

It was as if a wizard could feel the magical element of travel, a paladin could feel the approach of evil, and smell the tears of midnight on this beautiful lady. "

Midnight Tear is a poison that does not appear abnormal after taking it, and can lurk until the clock strikes midnight.

This poison is the perfect choice for the secretive cadets of the Assassin Academy of the Thorn Birds to practice their poison resistance, as it will torture you all night without being able to sleep comfortably.

Thorne smelled the same smell as Holart on the female assassin, and it was only after his questioning that Holart told him this kind of secret news.

When the female assassin Irene mentioned Midnight Tears in Thorne, a hint of surprise flashed in her pale blue eyes, and she quickly disappeared.

"Very reasonable explanation." Alanis looked at Thorne and nodded slightly, his gray eyes showing inexplicable meaning:

"But it's not only wizards who feel the magical element of travel.

In this world full of miracles, magic is everywhere, and they affect the whole world everywhere. Every rock, every stream, every creature, and even the air is full of magical energy. "

"Just like the strong fire element breath I felt in the two of you, this is not something a ranger in the wilderness should have. After all, the power of fire will only bring destruction to nature."

"No one dares to ignore the power brought by magic, otherwise their adventures will soon come to an end. We are all the same, so it is not very strange to understand the construction and use of magic."

After Thorn finished speaking, he stretched out his palm, his mind moved slightly, and a small flame emerged in his palm, with a faint wisp of smoke rising up and slowly disappearing into the air.

"Dear Erin, we met interesting friends tonight."

Alanis saw the flames beating in Thorne's palm, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned around and smiled at the female assassin beside him.

The female assassin gave Alanis a sidelong glance and continued to remain silent.

Alanis, who had been accustomed to it for a long time, was not surprised. He flipped through the dimensional bag again and took out a small pot with a unique shape and a lid, as well as a bag of ground coffee beans.

Under the silent watch of Thorne and Andrina, they began to get busy.

When the coffee was ready, Alanis first filled a cup, and bowed solemnly and handed it to the female assassin Irene, and then poured a cup for Thorne and Andrina:

"Try a drink from the South that everyone knows, and there's no territory where you can brew a decent cup of coffee in this uninhabited emerald field."

Thorne looked at the coffee in his hand, thick, black, and syrupy. He took a deep breath and found nothing unusual.

But she still didn't choose to drink it, but gently touched the sorceress beside her with her elbow.

Andrina was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Thorne meant, pointed slightly, and an invisible magic wave enveloped the cup.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wizard, I hope you can understand." Noticing what Andrina had conveyed, Thorne took a sip and said apologetically.

"You're right, after all, only prudent people will live longer." Alanis smiled not very concerned.

"The taste is good. It comes from the southern kingdom of Port Kulin, and I haven't tasted it for a long time." Andrina took a sip and praised.

"Thank you for your compliment, beautiful sorceress." Alanis said:

"My family runs high-end coffee in Port Culin. In fact, I want to bring this delicious drink and the family's reputation to Fallstown. Unfortunately, my half-elf friend who was shot in the knee passed away."

"That's really a pity." Thorne's hand trembled slightly while holding the cup, and said slowly.

Alanis' gray eyes caught Thorne's expression, and then he glanced thoughtfully at the compound longbow he carried behind him, sighed deeply, looked at the sky where the cold moon hangs alone, and recalled:

"I don't know how his son and daughter are doing. Fifteen years ago, when we first met, we were still two naughty children."

After Alanis finished speaking, he stopped talking, but silently busy with the delicious food in the small pot.

"Are you all right?" Andrina, who was sitting beside Thorne, noticed something was wrong with his expression and couldn't help but care.

"It's alright." Thorne smiled and shook his head at her, and then he drank the coffee that had long dissipated in the cup.