In Elizabeth's special carriage, half of it is seated and the other half is a bedroom compartment.

At night, the train was still moving forward, but the speed was slower.

Charles, who couldn't sleep, came out of his compartment and found a ladder leading to the roof at the rear of the car. The cover on the ladder was open.

Since the train needs to pass through many undeveloped areas, in order to ensure that the train is not attacked by the monsters in the primeval forest, there are guards standing guard on the top of the carriage.

Although the train is not fast, it is still quite hard to stand guard on the upper side. Not to mention the wind, sun and rain, whenever the train is about to pass through the tunnel, the trainer on the front of the train will sound the horn and remind the guards on the roof to lie down to avoid being washed by the tunnel.

Charles thought for a while, then climbed up the stairs and arrived at the roof of the car.

As soon as he stuck his head out of the roof of the car, he found that he was pointed at by someone with his face.

"Why are you getting up?" Horeshaw stood guard on the roof of this car tonight.

"Can't sleep." Charles climbed onto the roof of the car and "come up and have a breath."

Due to the heavy rain in the south, the roof of the car was "⌒", and only a wooden board about one meter wide was laid in the middle for the staff who were keeping watch and inspecting the maintenance.

Horeshaw, who put away his long sword, said to him: "Then you sit down and don't fall. If you fall, you have to catch up with the car and climb up. Don't expect the car to stop and wait for you."

Charles said "Oh" and sat down honestly on the board.

If you fall down, it is second to fall, and the most important thing is embarrassment.

New Year's Day is still more than half a month away, and the moon is relatively round tonight.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest dozens of meters away stood on both sides like a black wall, and occasionally the roar of some animals came from the depths of the forest.

Lying down and looking at the night sky, you can find clouds floating from south to north. The stars on the night sky are sometimes blocked by clouds and sometimes jump out from behind them.

The temperature at this time had dropped to about 5℃, and the cold air kept coming and going in and out of Charles' sockets and lungs.

The humidity in the forest is very high. Although the temperature has not dropped below zero, it can still take away a lot of heat from Charles.

Charles tried to control the magic to move in his body to warm himself up.

In this world, the biggest difference between a mage and a warrior is that a mage controls magic power to form magic outside the body, and a warrior controls magic power to flow inside the body to enhance the body. There is no obvious boundary between the two, it only depends on which aspect the individual focuses.

Not long after, Charles felt warm. Then he accelerated the flow of magic, and then felt as if his body was hot as if it was a fever.

At this time, Horazio's voice came from the side, "If you don't want to be like the buckle you for dinner today, don't speed up the flow of magic."

Charles was startled and immediately stopped the flow of magic power on his body.

Horeshaw then said to him: "The fire elements around you gathered at you very quickly, didn't you notice it?"

Charles thought for a moment and said, "I didn't notice it."

Horeshaw looked at him and said, "Then you should practice with another element for the time being, at least it's safer." After that, he picked up the things in his hand and continued to carve them with a knife.

"What are you doing?" Charles asked curiously.

Horeshaw continued his hand, "Make a palette for my sister, she likes painting."

"You really love your sister." Charles smiled, "I remember you bought a lot of things for your sister along the way."

"Isn't that inevitable?" Horeshau said without raising his head, "I only have Nana in my family, and the other younger brothers are all adults."

"You have a younger brother?" This was the first time Charles heard, "I haven't heard you say it before."

"I have three younger brothers, they are all adults," said Horazio. "Since they are adults, then don't worry about them."

Charles thought he made sense.

He then began to check his household registration, "So you have five brothers and sisters in your family."

"Haha..." Horayo laughed twice, "Maybe there will be six of them back this time."

"Ah?" Charles was stunned for a moment.

"What's strange about this?" Horazio continued to say without raising his head. "George is the eighth place in their house, but he is the youngest."

"Uh..." Charles was stunned. The elves had a long lifespan. If there were so many children in each generation, how many elves would there be?

Speaking of George, the guy who collected gifts for his daughter by the mainland, Charles asked, "How many children do you have?"

Horaxiao smashes his mouth, "I'm not married yet..."

"No?" Charles asked in surprise. "George is about the same age as you. His daughter is ninety years old. How could you not be married yet?"

Charles heard about such a problem a lot in his previous life, but he didn't expect that he would have a day to use it.

"It's so fast." Horashaw's answer was the same as Charles's previous life answer.

But what is different from Charles is Horazio's next words, "I agreed with my girlfriend that we will get married after I withdraw from the caravan, so I'm going to take advantage of this New Year's party to propose in public."

Charles opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. He knew that Horatio was begging Elizabeth for some time ago, probably to let him go to the stage.

The life span of hundreds of years is enough for the elves to learn a lot of knowledge. It seems that Horazio has also lit up the music skill tree.

The Elf’s New Year’s Gala is similar to the Spring Festival Gala. If he had no two brushes, Elizabeth would not have agreed to help him.

And when we propose on the Spring Festival Gala, this is a big deal.

Then Horexiao said, "Don't tell others about this. If you hadn't written the song "It's all caused by the moon" for me, I wouldn't have told you."

Only then did Charles find that a soundproof barrier rose around them at some point.

"Congratulations," Charles said to him with a smile.

"You must come to my wedding at that time." Horashaw invited Charles, "You can help me entangle George."

"Ah?!" Charles opened his mouth wide in shock.

"She is George's sister." Horaxiao said with a smile, "and she is also Nana's teacher."

"Oh?" Charles found the point, "Why did George get married so early?"

Horayo curled his lips, "They are neighbors. They have been playing together since childhood and got married as soon as they graduated."

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Charles found that Horazio's expression was a bit strange. Judging from his daily relationship with George, he might be the only one in this group of childhood sweethearts that has been around for hundreds of years.

Charles changed the topic, "What are your brothers doing? Are you joining the army like you?"

"No." Horayo shook his head, "My second brother is a beast trainer, specializing in raising spiders."

He pointed to Charles's legs and said, "The silks of the stockings you wear are produced by those spiders. The originally sticky spider silk can be used to weave them after scalding them in hot water."

Charles asked, "So what about those colorful stockings, are they dyed with spider silk?"

"No." Horeshaw was obviously good at it, "Just feed the spiders some colored things before they give birth to silk."

Charles nodded. This "colored thing" seems to be the core technology for the production of colored stockings and other silk fabrics.

Horayo continued: "The third brother and the fourth brother have been raising pigs and chickens in the past decade. I heard that they are tinkering with new feed, but I don't know how they are tinkering with it now."

Then he said, "The pigs and chickens they raised were basically sold to their parents' canning factory."

"Can?" Charles asked curiously.

At this time, Horayo's face looked a little bad, "It's like the one I drank at noon today. Put the meat in a bamboo tube and steam it and then seal it. This can be stored for many years. You will know this in the army often eat this thing. Because it's too unpalatable, I'm embarrassed to tell my comrades that I also make this at home."

Charles' face also darkened. This large-scale canned food is probably not the first priority. The primary task of food on the battlefield is to fill the soldiers' stomachs and provide them with energy. If the taste is... just make do with it, you think it is not delicious because you are not hungry enough. Everything is delicious when you are hungry.

After chatting for a few more words, Horasha drove Charles back into the car, fearing that Charles would doze off and fall out of the car after he was afraid.
Chapter completed!