The train shuttled under the giant wall, and Sylutia followed the maintenance team. During the day, she would visit near the giant wall, talk to the local soldiers and residents, and occasionally buy some local specialties.
In the evening, people on the train will barbecue together on the grass. The meat here is not expensive and can be easily bought from local residents. Then sprinkle some spices on it, and the aroma of charcoal fire and meat will spread in the wind.
Sitting by the bonfire under the starry sky, my companions ate meat skewers, talked and laughed, and lived a fulfilling and happy life.
"Hedra, this one is ready~" Someone called the girl's name.
"Okay, I'll come right over." The girl stood up, came to the fire, and took the meat skewer from the barbecue companion. The nearly one-meter-long skewer was skewered with crispy meat slices. Cumin and spices had been sprinkled on it. The heat and fragrance penetrated her nose.
"Thank you~" After the girl thanked her, she took the long stick and strolled back to where she was sitting.
Amisha was lying on the deck chair, looking at the night sky. The members of the medical team on one side put the cut fruit pieces into her mouth. On the other side, Novaton was smiling and clinking glasses with the tall Orc next to her. The beer in the wooden cup was still bubbling and a little overflowed the rim of the cup.
"Want something to drink, Hedra?" A colleague shook the unopened cold beer in his hand. The wine in the glass bottle reflected the bonfire, reflecting a light yellow and clear luster.
"No, thank you." She didn't really want to drink at the moment, so she had better try her best to finish such a large skewer of meat.
While Hedra was eating the hot barbecue, Amisha was already a little drunk. The chestnut-blond haired medical team leader's face was pink at the moment. He raised his fingers slightly, leaned on the recliner, and pointed at the night sky.
"What a beautiful Stars."
"Yes, it's very beautiful." The companion on the side agreed.
"It would be nice if I could fly up and have a look." Amisha looked a little confused in his eyes.
"I heard that there are some Stars, that is, the Heavenly Courtyard where Hour lives. The air there is pure and flawless, and the creatures inside live a carefree life. They don't have to do any work, and there are endless fruits and food."
"That's great." She sighed again unconsciously.
"I have to read information every day and study strange diseases. It feels like my days are endless." She said something annoying.
This is the first time that Sylutia has seen Amisha acting so "out of character". In her mind before, Amisha has always been the kind of reliable and mature big sister who seems to be able to remain patient and rational and solve various problems.
"It's okay, Amisha can go there in the future." The companions from the medical team on the side knew that this person was just venting the emotions accumulated in daily life, and continued to echo her words.
"Well, I must go. It's best to go to a new place where no one knows me. Even if I know everything, I have to pretend not to know anything. This way, no one will ask me to work or ask me random things. I want to sleep well and eat delicious food every day. You are not allowed to stop me." She half-opened her eyes and said her inner wish.
"Yes, no one will bother Master Amisha then. Master Amisha is the most beautiful woman. She will be supported and taken care of wherever she goes." When she said this, the companions on the medical team beside her couldn't help but snicker.
"I heard, you are talking bad about me." Amisha's eyes were closed now, his hands were casually placed on the armrest, and his voice became smaller and smaller.
"I ---- will ---- remember." As she said this, her breathing slowly became steady, and she looked like she was so sleepy that she fell asleep.
At this time, the companions brought a thin blanket to cover Amisha, and then the others continued to eat barbecue and drink wine. At this time, Novaton had several empty bottles around him.
On the other side, Sylutia was sitting next to Amisha who was sleeping soundly. He placed the finished meat skewers on the small table and felt full.
She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that there must still be oil stains on her face and corners of her mouth. The lingering spicy taste on her tongue made the girl take a quick breath and blow out the hot taste on her tongue.
Unfortunately, Sylutia looked around and found no water. He could only take out a bottle of beer from the icy insulated box and pour it into a small cup.
The tongue was soaked in the cold beer liquid, and the bubbles mixed with the wine liquid stimulated Sylutia's brain to wake up instantly, and the spiciness was relieved a lot.
Then she slowly drank the beer like a kitten drinking water, and the spicy taste on her tongue gradually eased.
After eating delicious food and drinking something refreshing, Sylutia was somewhat satisfied. He sat on the wooden chair on the grass in a good mood, closing his eyes slightly and feeling the evening breeze blowing by his ears.
Next to her were the reassuring voices of her companions and the clinking of glasses. Occasionally, the slight sound of sparks exploding could be heard. Soon, she opened her eyes and looked beyond her companions by the campfire to the grassland in the distance.
The faint silvery moonlight shines on the grass, and even though it is night, you can still see far away.
Different from the warm blue waves during the day, there was a slight rustling sound in the distance of the grassland in the evening wind, as well as the chirping of insects one after another. Occasionally, blades of grass brushed against her calves, and the tips of the grass penetrated into the gaps in the stockings, causing a slight itching.
Holding the bubbling beer, Sylutia drank the glass in small sips and put the glass down.
Although the bottle was still half full, she couldn't drink any more.
The slight stimulation brought by the alcohol made Sylutia's head slightly dizzy. The degree was not deep, and she could even eliminate it as long as she used Breathing Technique to speed up the circulation slightly. However, she did not do that at this moment. She just gently supported her chin with her hand, looked at the swaying bonfire and figures, and quietly enjoyed the night party.
Many people had finished eating by now, and some began to dance by the campfire, especially a few Orc in the team. They twisted their waists and looked casual and natural.
For some people, this may be something embarrassing and shy, but in the local tribal beliefs, dancing to the beat is an instinctive behavior that requires no explanation.
Not only can you relax, but you can also show off your healthy and energetic body, gaining a sense of pride and the satisfaction of releasing your instincts.
They raised their hands and clapped to the beat, swayed their thick waists, danced next to the firelight, and occasionally bumped shoulders with their fellow dancers. In the physical collision, the strong muscles and the heat-radiating bodies made each of them live and different people directly felt by the body.
At this time, they call each other brothers. No matter what happens next, at least in this moment, there is some sincere excitement.
People instinctively long for companions and groups, firelight and the smell of sweat. This is a memory engraved in the blood of ancient times, because in such an environment, instinct will tell you that you are safe and can rely on each other, without worry or tension.
Compared to the Mages who have entered the building of knowledge and theory, the Orcs retain more of the customs and instincts of the ancient human race. They easily feel happy from this kind of activity. Such brains may not be able to understand complex theories, but it is easy to find compatible companions from the body's activities and collisions, and gain a sense of solidity and peace of mind from the race.
The companions in the tribe are not ordinary colleagues and teammates, but another kind of family that stays with them for life.
Looking at their dancing appearance, someone came over and invited Sylutia to join them, but the girl still declined. She just sat next to the sleeping Amisha, looking at their hazy figures in the firelight, thinking about memories and nostalgia, and slowly fell into a nap.
Although in the eyes of many Mages, the lives of these Orcs are very primitive, in the eyes of Orcs themselves, this is not the case. They have been living like this for thousands of years, and they don't think there is anything strange or bad. This is the most normal life, and they can often obtain simple and fulfilling happiness. Eating a hearty barbecue and dancing by the campfire are all happy things.
Mages have indeed achieved more, but regardless of the improvement in material life, purely psychological happiness may not be more than these silly Orcs.
Of course, they will not envy Orc. If they were forced to choose, they would still take the current path. The achievement and satisfaction of being sober and rational, and mastering the truth and power step by step are also difficult for Orc to understand and imagine.
The world is very big, with various countries and people living with different concepts and customs. They have their own pursuits and happiness, and they all live what they think is an ideal life.
If I had never left my hometown, I would probably be an ordinary member of it, living a life without thinking.
So now, after you have seen and known all kinds of countries and lives, what choices will you make, and what pursuits and ideas will you choose to have to experience life and time?
This thought in my mind floated like dense clouds, gently swirling around, and then Sylutia covered her mouth and yawned slightly, folded her hands on the small table, and buried her head comfortably in it.
The sleepiness gradually increased, allowing her to fall into a leisurely sleep.