Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

A table and bench with a pie in the back of a small native tree.

A deep green-haired woman waves at Almark and the others in front of her.

"He's waving."

Looking back at Armark as if Morgan was dazed.

"That woman, she's waving to us."

Yeah.

Almark's nodding expression was harsh.

"Don't be alarmed."

Green hair. Green long clothes. Although it is not clear from a distance, its eyes also appear to be shining green.

It is so easy to understand that it is too easy to understand.

Morgan, that must be the Green Stone Mage.

"Yeah, no matter what I see."

Even though Morgan agreed, his voice was still puzzling.

But it's a little different than I expected.

Morgan looked at Almark with a troubled look on his face.

"I mean, more, more." Like the mercenaries in the north who attacked us in the winter mansion, or the borapas when we were hunting for medicinal herbs at night, I thought they were waiting for us, like enemies with no questions asked. It looks bad, it looks strong. "

After expressing his confusion, Morgan waved his cane arm and turned to the other side like he was in trouble.

That's why if you wait like that, you're going a little crazy.

The woman with green hair was still waving and smiling.

The age looks slightly higher than the Almarks' feathers.

Is it as good as Celia, the healing teacher?

"Don't stand there."

That's what the women told Almark and the others. She had a gentle voice.

"Come here quickly." The pie's on fire. "

What do we do, Almark?

Morgan frowns.

"Is he an enemy?"

"The enemy doesn't always look terrible."

Almark replied.

I grabbed Mars' staff firmly in my hand.

”Just because you're laughing with your face doesn't mean you're laughing all the way to your heart's content”

Betrayal. Deception. It was a daily occurrence in the North.

Traitors don't look like traitors.

Remember my father's words.

Same as that.

Almark exhales sharply and tightens his mind.

There are many enemies who don't look like them.

Let's go, Morgan.

Almark took the lead in saying so.

"Don't be discouraged." There's no mistake about the green stone sorcerer. "

Yeah.

"We need to take him down and save Wendy."

That's right.

Morgan nodded with renewed attention, followed by Almark.

"Come on, hurry up."

The woman looked at the two approaching and grinned happily.

"The pie's getting cold. Hurry."

But Almark stopped before reaching the table where the pie was placed.

The back Morgan was about to hit his back and squeezed.

"Why do you stop there?"

The woman laughed.

"You guys, your hands aren't that long. I can't reach the pie."

"I don't need a pie."

Almark said without turning a blind eye to the woman.

"We're not here to eat pie."

Oh, my gosh.

A woman looks at you with a gaze.

“That's right. Then why are you here?”

She asked with a strange look in her heart.

“To help my dear friend.”

Almark replied.

I need the green Bao-yu to save my friend.

With that, Almark looked at the woman with a stunned look on her face.

An uncontrollable murderous aura spills over.

"You're a green stone sorcerer, aren't you?" I want you to go back to the stone. "

"Look, it's not like that after all"

The woman laughed loudly.

I knew you guys weren't here for the pie.

"No, that's why."

Almark was unusual to him and spoke a little roughly.

"We're not here to eat. I'm here to save the lives of my dear friends."

"That's why."

The woman's smile has grown.

"If you want to save his life, you need to eat this pie."

Huh?

Now it was Almark's turn to keep an eye on him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean..."

But the woman did not answer Almark's question.

Suddenly, a sharp knife appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

The woman walked up to the table and began to cut the pie.

The steam rises from the pie with the sounds of pomegranate, pomegranate, etc.

The fragrant smell could be found all over the place, and behind Almark, Morgan swallowed his saliva.

"You guys."

The woman said as she dropped her eyes on the pie and moved her hand.

"What's your name?"

This is Almark.

"I'm Morgan."

When they name themselves, the woman nods small.

"Almark and Morgan."

The woman cut two large pieces of pie and placed them on a small plate.

"My name is Verde the Green."

Having said that, the woman raised her face and looked at them. After all, her eyes were as green as her hair.

"You're right, green stone sorcerer."

I knew it.

Before Almark could say any more, Verde offered her hand.

"Come on, sit here before the pie cools down. Otherwise, you won't be able to make it in time."

I said, "I can't make it."

Almark frowned at the disturbing words.

"What does that mean?"

"Almark"

Morgan, who was behind Almark, came out in front of him.

"Let's go. Let's take a seat."

Morgen.

"It's a waste of time." She's right, the pie cools down very quickly after you cut it. "

No, I'm not talking about the pie right now.

"That woman has only been talking about pie for a while now."

Morgan looked at Verde.

"I'm sure the pie has something important to it." Alternatively, Almark, we'll suddenly hit him with magic. "

That's...

Almark was stuck with the answer.

I see a woman smiling in front of me.

If only he had shown some hostility, Almark would have relentlessly broken the spell and started the fight. I was going to do that from the beginning. I didn't want to waste my time.

However, this encounter was completely unexpected.

Almark could not suddenly attack a woman who showed no hostility and instead recommended a pie with a smile on her face.

Will my father still say that it is sweet?

"You can't do that. You can't do that."

Morgen smiled and looked at Almark.

"I can't do it either." So, let's get to the table. Before the pie cools down. "

Before the pie cools down.

When Morgan says it, it feels like the word has some serious meaning.

"All right."

Almark slowly lowered Mars' staff.

"If you put food in front of me, I should still obey you."

That way, we lined up next to Morgan.

"Let's go, before the pie cools down."