Half-elf Notebook

There are many trees, but the shrubs and long grass are not tall and are extremely sparse. There is no dense green, and the view is clear and open.

The soil was dry, and Ina poked the ground with her moccasins.

Found that the mud was different from the week before.

It was as if the moisture in the ground disappeared along with the melting of the last bit of snow and frost.

This is not good news for new hunters.

The traces of prey become difficult to observe, which will greatly increase the time and difficulty of hunters' pursuit.

Not only Ina noticed this, but also Mitaokel.

The strong young man who was helping in the blacksmith shop frowned slightly.

Having come hunting with his father several times and consulted several veteran hunters, he understood the current situation better than the other two.

About twenty minutes into the forest, Mitaokel ​​signaled Ina and Xilia to stop. He put the gun behind his back and took out a thin thread from the sack.

He walked up to a small tree as thick as his thigh, tied a thin hemp rope on it, and tied the other end through the tree branches to make a rope loop that would tighten.

Bend the tree trunk and cover it with fine grass, and a lasso trap is complete.

To prevent accidents with traps that may cause casualties among hunters.

Hunting laws stipulate that hunters are prohibited from setting traps and trigger-type crossbow traps within designated open hunting areas.

After completing everything, Mitokor turned to Ina and asked with a serious look:

"Ms. Ina, what do you think?"

"It's quite good. It looks much more effective than what I did. You are worthy of being the student praised by Mr. Michelle in the handicraft class." Ina commented.

"Mitaokol is unexpectedly clever and deft." Xilia said with a little surprise, covering her lips with her delicate hands, which were unique to young girls.

Mitaokel ​​knew that the white-haired girl did it on purpose. His face was filled with black lines and he turned to look at Ina.

There was depth and helplessness in those eyes; although silent, the meaning was surprisingly clear.

Great view, won't do it next time.

He still breathed a sigh of relief. He rarely saw this white-haired girl teasing others.

Likewise, he knew that Ina was not a bad person. Not answering his question directly at least showed that the situation was under her control and she was able to handle it with ease.

"Then Mitaokel, what do you think about the current situation?" Ina asked Mitaokel.

Having completed the trap, Mitaukol slowly backed away and took off his gun again.

"There were no footprints left by the prey, no feces, or more accurately, no fresh feces. The number of prey was obviously less than I had imagined."

Mitauko paused and added: "I am just a novice. I don't know how to distinguish between animal tracks and traces left on the grass and trees, and I don't have a flute to imitate the sounds of prey."

"To be honest... the current situation is beyond my ability. With the rest of the traps banned, I am helpless except for my subordinates to set traps and pray to the Goddess of Creation for a harvest."

Ina nodded to show her understanding and agreed with Mitaokel's opinion.

Of course, not to mention Mitaokal, even she herself, who had the same vision and dynamic vision as a bronze-level adventurer, could only find a few sparse hares.

It seems as if all living things have blended into this yellow and green forest.

"Wait for me." She made a gesture to silence the two people who were waiting for an answer.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and began to softly chant a long spell with a unique rhythm.

"Magic Eye"

When Ina opened her eyes again, her emerald green eyes were mixed with a slight sky blue.

Like an emerald reflecting the surface of a lake.

In Ina's own vision, in the bushes, dense grass, and under the trees a hundred meters away, there appeared clusters of blurry blue scattered light, like the flames of suddenly lit candles.

That is the magic of the flow of life.

"Magic Arrow"

She raised her hand, and two streams of black magic condensed and shot out in response.

Two barely audible roars were heard, and the grass about sixty or seventy meters away began to shake.

Like it hit something.

“It seems like it hit something.”

Under the surprised gazes of Mitokor and Cirilla, the white-haired girl said with a smile.

"Magic? That's magic, right? Miss Ina?"

Xilia was shocked, surprised and delighted.

She had never seen real magic, and she always thought that those gorgeous and dangerous spells belonged only to wealthy nobles and the sons of merchants.

In her opinion, magicians are rare and noble.

Apprentice potions used to promote the awakening of magic power, and magic props played with by upper-class ladies and masters.

As common people, they dare not even hope for it.

But what girl has not fantasized about wearing a dress decorated with snow and frost like the Snow Princess in the fairy tale and meeting her lover on an ice bridge on a warm night.

Wandering on the water like a lake elf in mythology, meeting your own knight passing by?

What happened? What happened?

For a moment, Ina felt a little uncomfortable with Xilia's sudden eager gaze.

She felt that this gaze was familiar, just like... just like when she wanted to follow Rick when he went hunting before.

No, no, no, it was an illusion. How could Miss Xilia care so much about someone she met for the first time?

Ina quickly dismissed the somewhat rude thought in her mind.

In contrast, Mitaokol was relatively calm. He had heard about Ina becoming an adventurer and a magician.

They are all children from the same city and have taken courses at the M.I.C.S. School.

Two years ago when he was still in class, he noticed that the girl had condensed something like a water ball.

He had expected this invitation. Perhaps the white-haired girl had become a magician.

Even so, when he saw the girl begin to sing softly until the magic solidified, Mitaokal was still slightly distracted.

"Two years? It's only two years..." The young man couldn't help but laugh when he realized that their status had changed.

Suddenly, Mitaokal felt someone pulling his sleeve. He came to his senses and a delicate and immature face unique to a young girl appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong? Mitaokol?" Xilia asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing."

Mitaokor's gaze shifted to the beautiful girl wearing a long sword, standing not far away.

"At least she's willing to team up with us, right?"

The boy shook his head, throwing away the unnecessary questions that seemed endless to ponder.

He knew that he should now concentrate on the remaining hunts. Even if the relationship would change, at least this time, perhaps the last cooperative hunt between friends, he should not return with regrets.

——"I'm sorry to have kept Miss Ina waiting for so long."

"Don't worry about it. Hunting is a long-hour job and I've been having a lot of time lately."

Ina smiled at Mitaokel, seeming quite unconcerned.

She can understand the other person to some extent.

But how much time it takes to understand and accept is up to Mitaukol.

The three of them carefully avoided the lasso trap, and Mitaokel ​​and Xilia followed behind the girl.

Because the black arrow flew so fast, even though he saw the girl performing the arrow, Mitaokal only knew where it was shooting but not the exact location.

Compared to the others who were walking ahead and searching blindly, the spellcaster Ina must know better.

Pulling aside the long yellow grass covered with fresh green, the team quickly found the collapsed prey.

Two rabbits.