Vol 2 Chapter 6 (2/2)

Carol walked back to the camp, still holding OhmyG.o.d in her hand. OhmyG.o.d’s body was wrapped around several spherical objects, bird eggs she intended to use as an additional dish.

With OhmyG.o.d’s help, Carol did not have to waste any effort to find the location of the camp. It always knew Silvie’s exact position, and though this was not particularly normal, Carol did not want to think too deeply about it.

In many aspects, OhmyG.o.d was indeed very useful. It could be used to find their bearings, it could turn into a rope, and it could even wrap things as a cloth. It was much more useful than Silvie and did not cause trouble! It was even very quiet!

If not for the fact that OhmyG.o.d would never leave Silvie, she should keep OhmyG.o.d and then throw Silvie away.

The moment she walked into the campsite, Carol noticed something wrong with both their expressions. Silvie’s expression was always easy to read. Every time he did something he wanted to hide, he would deliberately pretend to be busy and not look at her. Right now, he was looking down as he made soup and did not even call out a greeting when she entered the camp. He was obviously concealing something.

On the contrary, Cale’s worries were all over his face. He was not even hiding them.

Carol threw OhmyG.o.d, along with the bird eggs, to Silvie. As Silvie was not looking at her, there was a moment of fl.u.s.tered movement before he managed to catch them. However, he did not even utter a single word of complaint, and instead busied himself with taking the bird eggs out from OhmyG.o.d’s body.

As expected, he was hiding something from her. Carol pondered for a moment. Nevertheless, she would wait until mealtime to interrogate them. She walked towards the tent, intending to set down her luggage and cloak first. When she lifted up the tent flap…

“Silvester Uriah Nate!”

Silvie covered his ears tightly, as if doing so meant he could treat the bellowing as something that was not actually happening.

Carol furiously rushed over, growling, “What is that thing in the tent?!”

Nervous, Silvie replied, “I-I’m also not sure what his race is… He looks a lot like an elf?”

“I’m not asking about his race! Where did he come from?”

“We picked him up from the undergrowth!” Carol’s furious expression was so terrifying that Silvie was close to tears. He hurriedly hung his head and pretended to be remorseful as he said, “He had fainted in the undergrowth, and I tripped over his leg and fell down. It was so painful…”

Carol angrily roared, “Who cares if you fall down ten times a day! Who allowed you to bring him back here? Is an OhmyG.o.d and a Cale still not enough?”

So it turns out that I’m on the same level as OhmyG.o.d? Cale silently thought.

Deeply afraid that Carol would throw out the elf-like person, Silvie anxiously said, “But he’s hurt! How could I have ignored his plight and left him?”

Carol really wanted to blurt out the words “Go throw him away,” but then she thought about the relations.h.i.+p between her and the elves. She truly could not allow Silvie to throw him away. She immediately suffered an incessant headache.

Shouldn’t these sorts of creatures, like elves, be hiding deep in the forest, so that even if you searched you could not find them? How could Silvie have picked one up simply by falling down?

“Carol, is h-he really an elf?” Silvie asked cautiously.

“No.” Carol carefully recalled the shape of that person’s ears and decided, “He should be a half-elf.”

“A half-elf?” Cale exclaimed, “Are you saying that he has mixed blood and is born from a human and an elf? Do those sorts of people with mixed blood truly exist?”

“Yes, but very few, even fewer than pure elves.”

Carol walked back to the tent, lifted up the tent flap, and looked at the delicate and pretty half-elf lying inside. His green hair was shoulder-length, and his body was slim and slender. Based on her estimation, he should not be too old… in terms of an elf’s lifespan. Elves below a hundred years were all considered children. Half elves within sixty to seventy years old would also be considered children.

This made her even more puzzled. Although elves are unwilling to come into contact with other races, they should accept half elves. Why is this young half-elf running around any old how in the wilderness by himself?

Carol walked back to the side of the campfire, sat down, and said, “Silvie, cook a separate pot of stew with egg, bread, and cheese. Elves don’t like the stench of meat.”

Silvie blinked, then happily said, “Oh, oh! Alright!”

As long as Carol did not throw away the half elf, he would not mind even if he had to cook ten different pots of soup!

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