"Isn't it?", as if she had seen through Su'er's thoughts at the moment, Think suddenly turned her head and smiled brightly at him, "You broke through the limits of your weak body and spirit with your own will and carried me over such a long distance to get here, and even made such an agreement with a genius like me... If such a deed cannot be called a hero, then it doesn't matter if your so-called human race is destroyed, right?"
"...Don't have such cruel words on your mouth", Su'er muttered, turned around, and continued to scrape the bark off the next log.
Let's get busy.
It turns out that the Elf don't value this abandoned city very much. At least they haven't arrived even after Su'er had finished building his favorite wooden house.
After repeatedly confirming with Think that the contact she had initiated before was indeed with the Elf metropolis Melwar, Su'er had sufficient evidence to show that the abnormal contact might have turned into a material without any sense of existence and was placed on the manager's desk - it might not be a text material, but that's the meaning.
The Elf internal might still be in a state of chaos after losing Think, the Flower Crown Lord, or they might still be addicted to power struggles... Who knows?
According to Think's description of her own people, those useless trash have amazing talent in power struggles.
They might come to investigate after the dust has settled, but as for the time... well, those who know know!
"Ah~, the toy that Mr. Monkey built didn't collapse today either, did it?", sitting on the wooden bed that Su'er had built, Think said with a smile.
After that day, neither of them mentioned the partnership, nor did they talk about researching the divine essence weapon. Think never showed any signs of urgency. Thinking about it, it was understandable. That kind of research that is counted in decades doesn't need to be rushed in these few days.
The only thing that made Su'er feel unhappy was that this woman would repeat this sentence every day - could the wooden house he made be of such poor quality!
Even if it were to collapse, it wouldn't be in the first day or two after it was built, okay!
Who are you looking down on!
Su'er snorted coldly from his nostrils and ignored this boring woman. He turned to the side of the mud stove and took out two tubers that were already cooked and looked somewhat like potatoes... Anyway, Su'er called them potatoes.
Yes, not only the wooden house, but Su'er also built a mud stove in the house with mud mixed with hay and crushed stones, which could be used to cook food.
This abandoned city was simply great. In addition to a large number of edible plants, Su'er also set up simple traps in a more distant place with the idea of giving it a try, and then on a lucky morning, he found a few unfortunate rabbits. These cute little guys have now been cleaned and hung above the chimney of the mud stove, waiting to become smoked meat.
The appearance of food reserves made Su'er feel even happier. He was even tirelessly decorating his wooden house, and Think would just watch him busy all day with a smile, and occasionally lend a hand.
"Hey!", with a light shout, the potato whose charred skin he had just peeled off disappeared from Su'er's eyes.
This temperature couldn't scald the great Lord Nirvalen at all. Without even needing to blow on it, Think put this small piece of fruit into her mouth.
Surprisingly calm, even when the food in his hand was abruptly stolen, Su'er didn't even blink. He just picked up the other unpeeled potato.
"Speaking of which, did Lord Nirvalen steal potatoes?", while peeling off the outer skin that had been charred by the firewood, Su'er complained casually.
"Me? Stealing?", he didn't even need to look to know what kind of disdainful expression Think had on her face, "How is that possible?"
"You're not admitting it yet?", finally, Su'er looked up at Think, squinted his eyes, blew on the still-steaming potato, and put it into his mouth. The words he said became blurred because he was chewing, "Did the potatoes I put in the cellar disappear out of thin air? The sweet and spicy sauce I used to mix it with is also gone."
Although he called it by the modern name sweet and spicy sauce, it was actually just a mixture of a sour grass leaf and a very sweet berry, which would only be crushed and squeezed together when eaten.
"I'm telling you, although the taste is good, it takes time for plants to grow. If you eat it all quickly, won't you have to just watch for a long time?", Think's self-righteous look gave Su'er a headache, and he could only sigh and try to reason with her.
However, what responded to him was Think's even more bewildered expression.
"What are you talking about? Not stealing is not stealing. Do I, as a standard of beauty, need to do such a tasteless thing as stealing?"
"---I'll eat it openly!"
Looking at Think's increasingly straight posture and proud expression, Su'er was confused... Could it really not be her?
Indeed, Think had no need to lie about such a thing.
"What's wrong? Was the food stolen?", keenly noticing the complicated expression on Su'er's face, Think also realized something.
This was not a good sign.
"Ah, about one-fifth of the potatoes are gone, and the sweet and spicy sauce is almost gone. As for the other things...", at this point, Su'er suddenly thought of something, and he quickly ran out of the wooden house and climbed onto the roof. A few seconds later, he jumped down with an ugly expression.
"Gone?"
"Yeah, only three of the four rabbit meats are left", under Think's serious gaze, Su'er gave a very bad piece of news.
No, the bad thing was not the problem that the food reserves of the two of them had been reduced, but that this indirectly proved that there were other people in this abandoned city besides the two of them...
"...Is it possible that it was carried away by some wild beast or bird?", Su'er smiled forcedly, trying to make an explanation, but he was glared at by Think.
"Has the life during this period made Mr. Monkey so slack?", scolding him mercilessly, Think picked up her short sword from the side of the bed, "What kind of wild beast or bird can lift the stone that you used to block the cellar entrance?"
Su'er had specifically used a stone to press it down.
Without even needing a conversation, the two of them thought of the small palm print on the wooden door that was discovered during the previous search.
They thought it had left, but they didn't expect it to still be here?
Su'er's mood gradually became heavy.