Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 44 Dinner (Congratulations to EDG, we are all pigs tonight)
Led by the Twilight People, Altaïr and his companions came to the campfire in the center of the camp, where hundreds of Twilight Giants and another creature that the two had never seen before had already gathered.

They are not as tall as the Dusk Giants, with an average height of only about 1.6 meters. The tribe is mainly composed of women, and they wear clothes woven from flowers and some tough plant fibers. The leaves are sewn together with tanned plant veins. The flowers used for decoration seem to have been specially treated. Not only will they not wither, but they will also change color and opening and closing states according to the owner's mood.

These people have pointed ears and long white hair similar to the elves, and they don't use hairpins to decorate their hair, just letting the waterfall-like hair fall freely. Their skin is brown, with a rich earthy texture, soft but not loose, making people want to poke it to see if it will sink into the soil.

"They are the Matron's followers, the brown elves."

The Dusk Citizen who had just led the two of them introduced them enthusiastically.

"This race consists of only females, and was created by the Mistress using the life-refining technology of ancient times. After they fall in love with each other, they will go to the Mistress's altar to pray, and separate a part of the souls of the two mothers from each other, and give birth to the next generation in the altar of the earth."

There is no such race in the outside world... Venata and Altaïr walked over curiously and sat down at the brown elf's table. It was not because they didn't like the Twilight Giants, but because of the huge height difference. They had a sore neck from talking to the Twilight Giant.

After a while, Badhair walked slowly to the chief seat. Next to him was a plump woman wearing a long skirt woven with dark green vines and various herbs and flowers. Her figure was similar to that of the brown elves, but her stature was not shorter than Badhair at all.

"Look, that's Her Majesty Omybella." The Dusk Clios whispered to Altaïr beside him. Although Altaïr and the other man sat in the Brown Elves' seats, the giant was still sitting next to Altaïr because he was at the end of the seat. And he happened to speak Elvish, so Altaïr could barely communicate with him.

Omibella and Badhair sat down in the center of the crowd. After the two leaders sat down, the camp immediately became quiet, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked directly at the two leaders in the center of the camp.

"Today, according to the prophecy of my mother, the Giant Queen Omybella, two Twilight followers from the outside world came to the Twilight Kingdom."

Badhair's voice was very loud, like the bursting of spring thunder, causing waves of echoes in the camp.

"The prophecy tells us that the war with the Eternal Night Wolf will come to an end under the witness of two visitors from another world, and the light of dusk will spread all over the earth. The tents of the followers of dusk will go straight into the heart of darkness, and the demon wolf will lose its power forever."

"To celebrate the arrival of the prophet, let us pray together and use delicious mana to welcome the prophet!"

After Badhair finished speaking, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the others followed suit.

Those were prayers recited in Giant language. Altaïr was confused and tried to repeat the prayers using his "Instigator" ability, but to no avail.

"It's no use repeating it like that."

Seeing Altaïr's predicament, Vinata couldn't help but chuckle.

"Giant is a magical language that can directly communicate with spirits, and this communication is achieved through the understanding of the meaning of words. Even if someone who doesn't understand Giant repeats the pronunciation of Giant, it will not be able to play a role in ritual magic."

She reached out and picked up the plate in front of her and handed it to Altaïr. "You can eat my portion first. I hope you can get used to the flavor of our Feysac."

Altaïr looked down at the plate. The basin-sized plate contained a large piece of light green Mana, which looked like a piece of barbecue. Although the green barbecue looked strange, it tasted surprisingly good.

I really hope that Venata can try this ritual when she returns... At least it's better than cooking by herself. Altaïr thought as he ate. At this time, Venata was chatting happily with the brown elves, and seemed to be very interested in the brown elves' skin. The brown elves surrounded her, asking curious questions, and occasionally uttered a few words in the Elvish language. The rich meanings contained in them made Altaïr unable to suppress his imagination.

It's really troublesome not to understand Giant language... I have to learn my Elvish language first, and then consider Giant language. Because of the language barrier, Altaïr couldn't communicate fluently with the other party, nor could he use his extraordinary ability. He was afraid that others would think he had bad intentions, so he could only eat in silence.

Suddenly, Artair heard a melodious and expansive sound of music. It was completely different from the strict classical music that Britten liked. The music was heavy and ethereal. Although the details were not as elegant as those instrumental music produced by complex mechanical structures, it made every audience member burst into tears.

Altaïr looked in the direction of the sound and saw a relatively short giant who had finished his meal and took out a wind instrument made of bones from his arms and was playing it passionately. Although he did not give people the same sense of oppression as Badheir, when he picked up the pan flute and began to play, Altaïr felt as if there was a thousand-mile-long dusk shining in front of him. As the tune changed, the light fragments produced by friction with the air fell towards him. There was no way to hide, no way to avoid it. Finally, his spirit collided with the shattered dusk and found supreme comfort in the large amount of dusk light that escaped.

Later, more and more giants joined this grand concert. Their instruments were not complicated, nothing more than bone flutes and panpipes. Delicate string instruments such as violins and cellos were almost extinct here. For some reason, Altaïr even understood Britten's theory at this time: some emotions cannot be carried by delicate carriers. Whether it was the flow of wind, the energy of fire, the purification of water or the nurturing of soil, they were all silently carried by the heavy flute and bone flute sounds, and integrated into the ever-lasting dusk wonders of this country.

As Altaïr listened, he suddenly felt his eyes warm for no reason. He had already filled with tears. He glanced at Venata and found that she had turned her back. Her shoulders were slightly shaking, and she could hear a small sob. A group of brown elves were hugging her comfortingly.

For someone like Vinata who is in a foreign land, this song seems to be more infectious...

Altaïr wanted to go over and take a look, but found that he didn't know how to comfort the other person. At this moment, he felt someone patting his shoulder.

Altaïr turned around and saw the Twilight Clan named Clios behind him. He placed his hand on his chest, performing a unique etiquette of the giants.

"Dear outsider, the mistress wants to see you, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)