Chapter 1545: Stories by the Bonfire

Xia De took out food to share with everyone while curiously asking the young witch whether she also came here because she was lost, or whether she came here with some purpose. The witch took the apple, tossed it between her left and right hands, and gave the answer in a somewhat low tone:

"I have a very important friend who got lost on the road of travel. Clara and I were originally on the way to find her, and we saw the firelight here when camping at night, so we walked over. I knew this place and made some preparations in advance, but I didn't expect that I would still... Anyway, at least I want to know the answer."

As for the knight and the bard, the former listened to this information in surprise, but he accepted it quickly. The bard blinked in a daze, his head unable to accept for a while that this adventure was even more exciting than he had imagined.

"So that's it... So, are we going to call that god?"

Xia De asked again. Although there was a grammatical error in this sentence, the witch did not correct it. She took a bite of the apple, feeling the sweetness waking up every part of her body:

"We lost travelers can only wait for the god to watch us. Before you appeared, we had already waited..."

She looked at her maid, who actually took out a pocket watch-shaped relic from the pocket of her black long skirt, opened the watch cover, and took a look:

"Between one week and three years."

Although the given time interval was quite vague, in such a time-confused area, the relic could still give the time, which was surprising enough. Xia De could feel the thick element traces on that pocket watch. Although it was not as good as the 0-level 【Time of Retrospection】, according to the evaluation method of the Sixth Era, this was at least a Sage-level (2nd level) relic. What's more, this was a rare time-type relic. Even for an Outlander, after coming to this world, besides the special 【Time Key】 and 【Time of Retrospection】 and 【Life Countdown Pocket Watch】, he had not seen other time-type relics.

"This place is even stranger than I thought. Before you appeared, the consciousness of the four of us was close to a stagnant state. Although we almost don't need to eat or drink here, I think even a demigod witch cannot stay for a long time. This place is devouring our mental power and souls. The lost eventually die in painless numbness, and I don't know if it can be considered the last kindness."

"Can we only wait?"

But Xia De was not disappointed at all. He only had half an hour, and he didn't believe the Tree Father let him come here to waste time.

And just the next moment after Xia De had this thought, a sound actually came from the tattered single-person tent that looked like it was empty. Xia De had just arrived and didn't feel anything, but for the four people who had been sitting here for a long time, the fact that there was still a person "hidden" beside them made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The five people stood up from the bonfire together. Before the existence in the tent tried to come out, the witch suddenly understood, and she reminded loudly:

"Don't look!"

Saying this, she pulled her maid behind her. The tall young maid shrank her head and closed her eyes, clearly not the first time she had received such an order.

Compared with the witch's maid, the reactions of the knight and the bard were a bit slow. But the old knight had experienced long battles and strict training after all. Although his reaction was a beat slow, he still stood in place, lowered his head, and closed his eyes in time. Only the bard was driven by his curiosity and froze for a moment. While subconsciously feeling that something was wrong in his heart, he, along with Xia De, saw with his own eyes the young man with a backpack and travel boots walking out of the tattered small tent.

The bonfire extinguished for a moment, and then jumped up again. In this short half-second, the dusty stranger had already arrived beside the bonfire.

Although what Xia De's eyes saw was a humanoid figure with a stature similar to his own, in fact, everyone here perceived at this moment that an existence that human reason could not understand, an existence that even made time and space more chaotic, had descended beside them.

Even though the old knight closed his eyes in time, he still groaned and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The bard, who did not close his eyes like Xia De, fell to the ground with seven orifices bleeding, groaned, but could not faint, instead twitching and unable to move. Because of his gorgeous clothes, he looked like a poisoned pheasant.

Although the witch lowered her head, she did not close her eyes. She could see the side profile of Xia De's body from the corner of her vision, and naturally, she also saw the golden scars appearing on the surface of his body. Until the light spots like fire embers sprinkled beside her, she realized that this man was looking up at the god.

"Not the god's true body descending."

Xia De thought in his heart, lowered his head, and greeted the traveler respectfully:

"Protector of travelers, hello."

"Hello, traveler under the moon. Look, there are quite a few adventurers this time."

The traveler who walked out of the tent smiled and said, the voice vibrating the air had a sense of conviction for no reason. He waved his hand, and the twitching bard who fell to the ground stopped twitching and stood up tremblingly, holding the ground. Xia De felt that he had completely mastered this somewhat obscure language used for communication just now.

"Lost travelers, the night is already deep. It seems that everyone has no intention of sleeping yet? Then, since we can meet on the journey, in this unknown small camp, and share fire and warmth together, then after a long adventure and travel, how about we sit down, calm down, and tell stories of adventure together?"

His voice was very kind, but no one would really think that it was just telling stories next.

"May I ask, after telling the story of the adventure, can we leave here?"

Xia De asked. The traveler with a backpack signaled everyone to sit down and talk. But they didn't sit around the bonfire, but sat in a circle in the small open space between the bonfire and the tent. He even let Xia De take out cushions for everyone from the tent.

It is worth mentioning that there was nothing in the tent except cushions.

The listless bard and the old knight sat together, the witch and the maid sat together, and Xia De and the god sat face to face. The god sat with his back to the bonfire, and everyone sat in a circle:

"This night is very long, but I believe that after the wonderful night stories, the sky will brighten, and you will be able to say goodbye at dawn, and then go to the places you want to go separately. Of course, these travels are definitely not meaningless, and you will all have your own gains."

The god looked at everyone with a smile:

"I will hide what you want in those stories. Whether it is missing friends and relatives, family members you haven't seen for a long time, or the figures outlined by the strokes you desire in your heart, you will be able to find them."

When saying this, the god looked at the witch, the maid, the old knight, and the bard respectively. When looking at Xia De, he paused slightly:

"As for you, traveler under the moon, you will also get what you want."

Xia De nodded lightly in his heart, because wasting time understanding the situation here just now, his half-hour countdown only had twenty minutes left.

And hearing the god's words, the witch had already become serious at this time. Her purpose for coming here was for this.

"Then, are the stories of travel and adventure asking us to share our own stories?"

Xia De asked again. The traveler smiled and shook his head, taking out a stack of cards whose backs Xia De was quite familiar with from his somewhat tattered backpack:

"Sharing stories is too boring. Such a long night needs to do something more interesting. I will tell the story, and you are the characters in the story. Since it is a rest during the journey, naturally there is no need to fight or travel long distances. Please calm down, use your imagination and decisions, and enjoy that fictional journey. Now it seems that this kind of life game card is very popular? Let's use this to tell stories."

He placed the stack of cards on his right hand, and then smiled and asked the five people present:

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Xia De said.

"It is an honor to be able to participate in this story."

The witch said cautiously, and the maid behind her nodded respectfully.

The old knight covered his eyes and nodded as well. The bard, whose spirit had been restored by the god, gasped for breath, wanting to speak but ultimately lacked the courage, so he nodded as well.

"Since it is a story of adventure and travel, there must be respective identities."

The god placed the stack of cards in the center of the crowd, so Xia De reached out and took the first card, and the others also drew a card each, and then showed the card face.

These cards, which had the same backs as the "Cards of the Universe," had names, card faces, and the card rules of the "Life Game" that Xia De had played before on the front. The old knight's card face was "Old Horse," the bard was "Parrot," the young witch was "Unicorn," and the black-skirted maid was "Loyal Dog."

They all looked at Xia De, and Xia De also showed the card in his hand. The jumping firelight in the bonfire did not cast a shadow on the god who was sitting with his back to the bonfire, so the pile of cards in the center of the crowd and Xia De were not covered by the god's shadow.

He placed the card in his hand on the ground in front of him, and the card face was blank.

"So, what is my role?"

Xia De took the initiative to ask the god. The eyes pierced by golden cracks lifted, just meeting the god's eyes. Even though this was not the god's true body, Xia De still only persisted for less than ten seconds before taking the initiative to move his eyes away, and the traveler's god said:

"Traveler under the moon, your role is yourself."

The witch looked at Xia De in surprise, and after finding that Xia De also looked at her, she withdrew her gaze vigilantly, as if worried about being coveted by this strange man. The maid in a black dress silently held her card, the old knight looked like he didn't understand the situation, and the bard, who was gradually recovering from his serious injury, was looking at everyone here. ===== CHAPTER 1546 =====