Word Number：219 Author：HYLY Translator： Release Time：2024-01-02

　　Early spring brought a continuous drizzle to Qumu Forest, lasting from morning till night for days on end.　　A thin layer of clear water over the mud pits thickened into small ponds. Spotted deer became honored guests here, boldly drinking the rainwater and grazing on the newly sprouted tender grass.　　In front of a cave, Charles sharpened his arrowheads. When the mood struck him, he shot arrows into the distant trees, startling a few birds.　　“Ha…cowards,” he sneered.　　Settling in Qumu Forest hadn’t been a whim—it came after careful thought.　　The day they had driven away the human wizards and returned the wooden spirits to Forked Tongue with the help of black feathers, the Poison Feather Society had been both excited and curious about the entire process.　　Charles had casually recounted his solo battle against eight enemies. He had also spent a long time explaining his ideas to the leader of Dayenneo.　　His first plan was to have Periya believe he had died in Qumu Forest—he thought it inevitable.　　The second was to leave the Poison Feather Society, sparing the orcs, including Periya, from further trouble.　　The third was to convince them to find another base as soon as possible. As for the new base’s location, he didn’t want to know.　　Surprisingly, Dayenneo