Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

The next morning, Persimmon went to check on the little tiger as soon as he woke up.

The black scar grew deeper.

"Don't worry about it." Boyi said angrily. He was very unhappy now and even wanted to kill it outright. If Persimmon hadn't been guarding this guy, he might have taken action long ago.

Persimmon ignored him. She hurriedly found her baggage and pulled out an animal-tooth knife.

She took a deep look at the little tiger, became cruel, clamped down on its body decisively, and was about to strike at the right spot...but she didn't swing the knife.

Her raised hand was caught by Sylvain, and the knife fell into the grass.

Interrupted by Sylvain, she lost all strength and sat on the ground.

Persimmon looked at Sylvain with a puzzled expression. At this time, his face no longer had the childishness it had before. He looked at Persimmon calmly, his red lips pursed again and again, as if he wanted to speak but he still refused to speak.

Persimmon pulled out his wrist and picked up the knife from the ground.

"I didn't mean to kill it," she explained. "If the piece of carrion was not removed in time, it might die."

"I know," Sylvain interrupted Persimmon, "I know you want to save it."

"Then why did you stop me? Don't you want me to save it?"

"No, no..."

Sylvain lowered his eyes and turned away as if he was taking out something. After fiddling with it for a while, he turned around and took out a simple wooden knife.

"Your knife is too dull, use this one." Sylvain said, his serious expression did not look like he was joking.

The brown wooden knife is as thin as a piece of paper, and the blade is shiny with oil, and is also wrapped with a faint green light. Persimmon was stunned and wanted to reach out to take it, but Sylvan retracted his hand.

"This, this is a knife that is only useful for spirits. You have to be careful." He turned his head and handed the knife forward again.

Persimmon blinked, a knife for cutting the spirit body?

But he is a human being. She took it carelessly, and at that moment, she felt a sense of boredom in her heart.

Sylvan clenched his hands tightly and turned his back on Persimmon. The figure seemed to be still faintly trembling and trembling.

The persimmons were no better.

She's not one to handle a knife. As a modern person, she is not good at killing chickens and sheep... No, she has never slaughtered fish, so how can she slaughter sheep. She wanted to go all out and cut off the rotten flesh, but now her hands were a little soft and could not stop shaking...

She took another deep breath, locked the little tiger's legs again, picked up the blade lightly, and looked hard!

In just a moment, he raised the knife and dropped it. With a "snap" sound, a piece of rotten flesh as long as a palm fell on the grass, rotting a piece of flowers and plants. The little tiger opened his mouth and let out a heartbreaking howl, but his eyes still didn't open.

What a powerful blade! Although it is as thin as paper, it is extremely sharp and cuts flesh as if it were nothing. Otherwise, for a person like Persimmon who has never used a knife, this matter is really not that simple.

Persimmon was not in the mood to think so much at this time. She threw away the knife, picked up Xiaohu and handed it to Sylvan, "Treat the wound... vomit..." Before she could finish her words, she rushed towards the water while crawling. On the other side, he vomited loudly.

Only when she vomited as if only her stomach was left, she felt as if a gentle warm current slowly penetrated through her clothes and entered her stomach.

With a blue face, she slumped on the ground, breathing in the fresh air, "Thank you, Bo Yi."

Boyi snorted coldly, "Why on earth did you save it?"

"I don't know either..." Persimmon smiled weakly and looked at Little Tiger. "The first time I saw this little guy, something popped into my head."

"I remember someone once said to me that everyone deserves a second chance. Whether you were born in the abyss or stepped into the mud... you can start over if you want to."

Thinking of its resolute eyes, and the way it struggled with scars all over its body... It was already in so much pain, and had no strength left, but it still wanted to leave, and still wanted to live.

Persimmon said, "I think I should give it a second chance."

The world fell silent again. It seemed that Boyi didn't want to talk anymore.

Persimmon found Sylvain easily. He was sitting on a high branch of a tree, looking decadent and lifeless, not much better than the persimmon he had just vomited. Persimmon waved to him, "Sylvain, I want to go up too!"

Sylvain woke up from his memories. With a wave of his hand, a small tree pulled up from the ground and brought the persimmons to him.

"Are you okay?" Persimmon asked.

Sylvain lowered his head and remained silent.

It wasn't him who was being chopped off, and it wasn't him who was cutting the flesh with a knife. Why would he be bad? But when he heard Persimmon's concerned words, he suddenly wanted to cry.

"That blade is made of your body, right?" As smart as a persimmon, he guessed it right away.

Sylvain finally couldn't bear it any longer, and tears fell heavily.

"Don't cry." Persimmon patted him gently, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, it's okay." Persimmon whispered into Sylvain's ear, "Don't worry, it's just the three of us today. As Xiaohu knows, there are no living creatures nearby. You see, the cultivation method you taught me is particularly useful."

"I...I am a linden tree." Sylvain sobbed.

Persimmon smiled, "I know, you told me."

"No..." He lowered his head, with a tender face full of tears that made Persimmon want to pinch it twice.

However, given the seriousness of the conversation at this time, Persimmon gave up the idea.

"Although there are many alfalfa trees, only a handful of alfalfa trees can harm the bodies of elves. They are the natural enemies of elves... and are called 'Sickles'."

Persimmon understood, "You are Sickles."

In fact, she had already noticed it when he took out the knife. A weapon with its own spirit-killing properties is both a great threat and a great temptation to all elves.

"How did you know?" Persimmon suddenly thought of something and asked in shock, "Could it be that someone..."

"I met an elf."

His body began to tremble uncontrollably again.

"I was over two hundred years old at that time, and I had just gained consciousness and learned to speak. That day he came to the top of the mountain and we started chatting. He told me many stories, many interesting things that happened in the wilderness."

"and after?"

"Later," Sylvan swallowed, "his body was accidentally scratched by me, and he found out that I was 'Sickles', so he just..." His eyes turned red, but he suppressed it. He whimpered and said, "He wants to chop me up and make it into a weapon!"

Persimmon had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and she thought she now understood why Sylvan was so timid. He is kind-hearted and simple-minded. When they first met, he mistakenly thought that Persimmon was going to commit suicide and stepped forward without hesitation.

Born with the power to harm elves, it was originally a double-edged sword, but when placed on Sylvan, it could only be a sword swung at himself.

Sylvain held Persimmon's hand tightly, as if this gave him the courage to tell all this.

"I was so scared that branches sprouted from my body like crazy... I swear, I really didn't mean it, but it just happened that the branch pierced his neck, and he died..."

He cried sadly, as if killing the man by mistake was worth more sadness than almost being killed himself. Persimmon sighed, this silly kid... She turned Sylvan's body to face her, and gently wiped away his tears with her sleeves.

"Do you regret it?"

Sylvain became quiet and began to think seriously about Persimmon's question.

"The first time you met, there was no grievance or grudge. He wanted your life just for profit. Such a despicable villain would not be worthy of forgiveness even if he died a thousand or ten thousand times! He is not worthy of your tears."

Sylvain seemed to be shocked by what Persimmon said. He stared at Persimmon foolishly with his hazy tearful eyes.

Persimmon said again, "Sylvain, thank you."

"Thank... thank me?" Sylvain didn't care to cry anymore, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Well. Thank you for killing him, otherwise what I see now is a sword... No, I almost fell from the tree that time. If you hadn't caught me, I would have died long ago." Persimmon's words were like a knife but his face was full of gentleness, "Look, if you didn't kill him, you would have to die, and I would have to die. So who is better to die?"

Sylvain stared with tears in his eyes, "He...?"

"That's right! He was not a good person to begin with. If you hadn't killed him at that time, he might have hurt more ash trees. Think about it, how many of your fellow species have you saved! Isn't this a big deal? Is it a good thing? You should be happy!"

Sylvain was still a little confused.

He felt that Persimmon's words were so cold-blooded, but her smile was so warm.

"Me, I have weak spiritual power and little courage. Sometimes I wonder, there are so many linden trees, why me."

"If it's not you, it could be someone else. Good boy, this is not a bad thing. However," Persimmon stared into his eyes very seriously, "Never let anyone know this secret in the future unless absolutely necessary!"

Sylvain nodded solemnly, as if making a promise to Persimmon.

The two people jumped down from the tree and walked to the river together.

There were some words that Persimmon couldn't say to Sylvain. If he were an ordinary ash tree, wouldn't all this happen?

No! No matter how ordinary or mediocre he is, he will eventually have such a day!

Although bullying the weak is against human nature, it is the nature of all things! The rules of the spiritual world are so simple and crude. Is it possible that Persimmon and Sylvan traveled so smoothly on this journey because Persimmon is so versatile and the creatures in the wasteland are ignorant?

wrong!

Because they are human beings. This is other fairies' instinctive fear of power! If there was another mistake, it was that he mistook Bo Yi's power for Persimmon. Sometimes, Persimmon really feels that she is more like a person of this world than Sylvan.