After sending out the wedding invitations, Xu Xi was invited to stay by the parents of the brave.
He was invited to attend the noon banquet.
This was not an ordinary family dinner but a large-scale noble banquet with a large number of guests invited.
It was specifically to announce to the people in the territory and relatives and friends that Servia was getting married.
The clear and bright emerald, having been polished to perfection, shone brightly in the sunlight, about to embark on a brand - new life.
"Would it be troublesome for you, Wizard Xu Xi? Inviting so many people..."
"Not really, Servia."
There was still some time before the banquet.
Servia took Xu Xi to visit various areas in the mansion and then walked towards the territory, touring the restored Clawphire Territory.
On the way, the girl was worried that she was causing trouble for Xu Xi.
Xu Xi shook his head with a smile.
Looking out at the green scenery in the territory, he said, "Servia, I just prefer quietness, which doesn't mean I can't stand a noisy environment."
"Moreover, it's very meaningful to do so, isn't it?"
"Being blessed by others and receiving their kindness and expectations is a double - joy thing."
Xu Xi looked up.
Looking obliquely upwards through the green tree canopy above his head, he noticed the ripe and wobbly fruits.
They looked familiar.
They were the materials for the roasted fruits that the brave had made for Xu Xi before.
Servia was eager to try. Wearing a long dress, she was extremely lively at this moment. "Do you want to eat roasted sand astringent fruits, Wizard Xu Xi?"
That happy look.
It seemed that as long as Xu Xi nodded, the brave would pick the fruits, wash them, and roast them all in one go.
"No, Servia. I won't trouble you today."
"Oh, I see..."
The girl's face visibly showed disappointment, and her originally clear emerald eyes dimmed a bit.
Xu Xi changed his mind. "Suddenly, I want to eat them again."
"I'll go right away!!"
A strong wind blew up a large number of green leaves, making them rustle like waves. Servia happily plucked the fresh sand astringent fruits one by one from a distance and piled them in her arms.
Xu Xi stood behind her.
Looking at the platinum hair cascading over her shoulders and her busy and happy figure.
The whistling wind was in his ears.
He suddenly felt that the brave was walking ahead of summer.
The person was running in front, and the light was chasing behind.
Facing the warm wind, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and saw the white light forming a human outline, pure and hazy.
"Master Wizard!"
Servia, holding a full load of fruits, turned to face Xu Xi.
The hair on her forehead was blown up, revealing a more excited face. She gently pressed her hair with one hand and held the fruits with the other.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll roast them for you right now."
The summer sunlight.
Jumped back and forth among the treetops and wandered on the steaming hot ground.
Finally, it became the flame in the girl's hand.
It wantonly roasted the surface of the fruits.
Soon, a bunch of roasted fruits was handed to Xu Xi. He subconsciously brought them close to his nose and smelled a faint, warm and sweet aroma.
He took a small bite, and the feedback from his mouth and tongue was also good.
"How is it, Master Wizard?" Servia was very eager to hear Xu Xi's answer.
"Delicious," Xu Xi replied with a smile.
The two sat at the root of the tree, enjoying the shade of the sea of leaves above their heads, feeling the wind, looking at the mansion, and savoring the soft and sweet roasted fruits.
There weren't many topics in their chat.
But they were unforgettable.
The adventures they had experienced together in the fifth simulation were still hard to forget to this day.
"By the way, Lord Wizard."
As if suddenly remembering something, Servia turned to look at Xu Xi. "Was the roasted fruit I made for the first time really that unpalatable?"
Xu Xi chose his words carefully. "It wasn't unpalatable. It just wasn't very delicious."
To avoid embarrassing the Brave, Xu Xi used a milder description.
He smacked his lips, and the bitter taste of charred fruit from the past welled up in his mouth.
The Brave looked a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, Lord Wizard. I caused you so much trouble before."
Servia promised Xu Xi that there would never be such charred fruit again.
Just then, they finished the roasted fruit they had today.
Xu Xi conjured a stream of water to wash the girl's hands and then wiped the corners of her mouth. "Servia, did you practice specifically?"
Servia nodded. "I don't want Lord Wizard to have a wrong impression of the taste of roasted fruit because of me."
Servia, the roasted fruit enthusiast, Clawphire, said so.
It was about time.
After strolling around the Clawphire Territory, Servia took the initiative to hold Xu Xi's hand and walked on the way back to the mansion. Along the way, many of the territory's residents greeted them actively.
Some jeered, some offered blessings, and some were so overjoyed that they shed tears.
Feeling the nervous tremors coming from her palm, Xu Xi tightened his grip on the Brave's hand.
"Um, it takes more courage than I thought," Servia stopped shyly at the mansion's gate.
Embarrassment, nervousness, and a blush flashed across her face.
"I originally thought it would be easy to tell everyone about my relationship with Lord Wizard, but it's more torturous than dealing with the immortals in the Underworld."
The Brave was good at fighting but not at other things.
In some aspects, Servia was very innocent and shy.
However, that was before she came to Earth.
Servia quickly scanned around to make sure there was no one nearby, then leaned directly on Xu Xi. "Ahh—"
"I'm so tired~ Lord Wizard~ I can't walk anymore~~"
"You have to carry me in~~"
Using a move she learned somewhere, the Brave put it into practice on Xu Xi. She wrapped her arms around Xu Xi, laid her cheek on him, and her eyes sparkled, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Xu Xi wanted to laugh.
But seeing the Brave's blushing face, he thought it wouldn't be appropriate to burst out laughing.
So he went along with the girl's words. "Okay, I got it."
Patta—
Patta—
Walking on the path in the Clawphire Mansion, different scenes were reflected in Xu Xi's eyes. There was the bright light of the present moment and the gloomy stillness of the past.
He saw the fake Brave hiding in the rain.
He also saw the real Brave facing the immortals with a sword.
Light and shadow, life and death, laughter and lamentation, different pictures collided with each other.
Finally, a familiar echo formed.
"Brave Servia, attack!"

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