Chapter 60: A long goodbye (thank the fox for not eating pears)
Thun is not far from Conston.
They arrived almost that afternoon, but they did not enter Thun City, but drove a carriage to the extension of an uninhabited grove.
The forest here is very lush, so just getting close, you can feel the coolness and breeze coming.
I don't know if it smelled the forest's breath, but the brown bear lying in the cage behind Igna woke up, and began to make a slightly muddy low whistle from his throat.
"Ugh—"
The carriage stopped on the grass, and Artea lifted the hood. Ignatius only saw Ivan for the first time.
This brown bear looks very mighty, even if it is locked in a cage, it has a terrifying body shape.
When he saw him getting out of the car, Igna couldn't help but be forced to take two steps back by his breath.
But the brown bear didn't pay attention to Igna, instead he took a heavy step and rushed directly to Altai.
"and many more!"
But before Igna could stop him, he saw the big brown furry head rubbing against Artea's face. And when Altea touched him, he made a snoring sound.
Altea also changed her cold appearance before, showing a happy smile when fighting with Ivan the brown bear.
Looking at the sparring of one person and one bear in front of him, Igna clearly felt that he seemed to be an outsider.
Of course, he is not the only outsider. Octavia, Madeleine, Dane the Clown, and Tim could only stare blankly on the sidelines.
The fine sunlight shone on Altea and Ivan, and the shards of small flowers and grass stood on their hairs, like a world famous painting.
"Altaia and the brown bear seem to have a really good relationship," Igna thought.
It's not like the animal trainer and the animals she trains at all, but it's like a man and a big friend of his.
However, the physical strength of the brown bear was also visibly exhausted. The movements while playing with Altea became more and more laborious. In the end, the brown bear could only lie beside Altea.
And Altea also rubbed the brown bear's fur with her fingers.
Seeing the two quiet down, Igna found the opportunity to step forward. "Need help?" he whispered.
Artea raised her eyes and glanced at Ignatao, her sapphire-like eyes returned to dullness.
She looked down at the brown bear beside her. Ivan was lowering his head and gently rubbing Altea with his hairy head.
"No need." Artea said, "Our farewell is about to end."
"Okay." Artea touched Ivan's big head, supported its head with both hands, looked directly into the brown bear's eyes, and said slowly and calmly. "You can go back to where you should be."
Can a bear understand such complicated words? Igna was subconsciously suspicious.
But in the next moment, he saw the brown bear Ivan seemed to realize something and slowly stood up.
Then he turned around and walked towards the forest.
Ignatius was the first to see a brown bear walking with three steps and three turns.
But he didn't find it funny.
No one in the puppet circus said a word in the farewell, and they all stood in the wind and watched the farewell.
"Let's go." When the brown bear was nowhere to be seen, Artea said, "It's time to rest."
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"Is this a Feysac custom? Or is it because of your beliefs?" It was night, and the puppet circus was stationed by the roadside.
Igna sat by the bonfire, looked at Altea, and racked his brains to start a topic.
In the distance, Madeleine, Octavius, Dane the Clown, and Tim are getting together to take turns fighting against evil.
And Artea seemed to be in a bad mood, she rejected Madeleine's invitation and sat down drinking.
Igna, shouldering the responsibility of not making the lady sad, came to Altea's side and sat down.
I don't know if it's because of habit or not, even though Altea is a little drunk, her expression is cold.
She didn't go crazy because of drinking alcohol, she didn't yell to vent, she just kept drinking wine one by one. If the color of the bonfire is not bright enough, there are two wine-colored blushes on her face, I am afraid she looks like an indifferent iceman.
"I believe in the **** of war." Altea looked at Igna and replied.
"Oh." Igna nodded, that should be the Feysac custom?
Altea is from Feysac, but Feysac only obeys the **** of war. The reintroduction of old and frail creatures back to the forest does not seem like something the teachings of the God of War are advocating.
But Artea said again: "Fursac has never had this custom."
"Ok?"
Artea looked at Igna, took a sip of Enmat distilled wine, looked at Igna with some drunk eyes and said, "It's just that I think Ivan wants to go back."
"What's the problem?" Altea asked.
Altea looked obviously a little drunk. There were two blushes on her fair cheeks that were more dazzling than firelight, and her sapphire-like eyes were also a little drunk, like a sip of alcoholic wine in ice.
"No." Igna smiled at Altea.
After this brief conversation, the two became quiet again. Altea looked at the starry sky again and drank the wine one by one.
"You don't need to stay here and try to comfort me." Artea said, her breath was already a bit fiery, she waved to Igna, and said, "Do what you should do."
"What I want to do now is to make you less sad." Igna said while conjuring a bunch of small flowers from his arms and handing them to Artea.
"I don't need these things to coax little girls." Artea pushed back the flower Ignat had handed in front of her. "I'm not sad. It was his wish for Ivan to return to the mountains at the end of his life. I am Drinking and celebrating for him."
"Really?" Igna didn't agree, and sent the flower to Artea again, saying, "But your eyes say you are sad."
Altaïa shook her head, "I'm not sad, I just miss it." Altaïa said, "My grandfather told me that life is a journey, but every journey has an end."
"It's just that my journey with Ivan is over now," Altea said in a low voice.
"Since it's a trip, let's keep some souvenirs." Ignat couldn't help but stuff the flowers into Altea's arms.
Artea showed a somewhat irritated expression, and at this moment she grabbed the flower and was about to throw it back on Igna. But Altea's expression changed when she touched the base of the bouquet.
She flipped out the base of the flower in a panic, and stared at it carefully under the firelight. Only then did she discover that the woodcut bouquet was actually made into the shape of Ivan, who hugged the stem of the flower with both hands like he was hugging a tree.
However, this bear looks a little rough, and it is not alive.
Thanks to the recent efforts to make spells, Igna's carving has progressed rapidly. It is not difficult to carve the appearance of a bear out of ordinary wood.
But it's just the appearance, the attitude and the like are the realm of the artist.
But even this small object made Altea a little stunned.
"Pa—" Igna snapped his fingers in front of Artea. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
There was an inexplicable explosion from the flower in Altaiya's hand, and a small firework was set off in front of her eyes with countless confetti and debris.
The four people who were fighting evil on the side also gathered around at some point, each holding a bunch of flowers in their hands.
The woodcarving in the shape of Xiong Iwan was placed among the flowers.
These four bears all look different from the one in Altea's hands. But they are all different, and they are naive.
"Altaia, don't be sad." Madeleine, Octavia, Dane the Clown, and Tim said in unison.
Madeleine's voice was like a lark, Octavia's voice was like a hummingbird, Dane's voice was like a brown bear, and Tim's voice was like a wolfhound.
But the voices of the four of them are all in harmony at this moment.
They huddled together and handed the flower to Altea.
Not all of them showed silly, but sincere smiles all at once.
Altaïa opened her mouth, but was unable to speak for a while, only a steady stream of tears fell on the wine bag.
"Thank you." Artea smiled.
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When tears welled up in Artea's eyes, Igna felt that something in his body was completely broken.
This is the mark of the complete digestion of the magic potion of the magician.
Ignatius knew that day would come sooner or later, but it seemed to have more meaning to dissipate after a humble performance.
A master of jugglers may not be a person's profession.
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