I got up early the next day and used the method Trazo taught me to identify the direction. It took me about thirty minutes to figure out where the north was.

The next thing will be much easier. Trazo and I have been heading southeast. If I want to return to civilized society, heading southeast is the easiest choice.

Considering that Strahd might reappear, the woods were obviously a safer route. I packed my bags and continued living my life of sleeping and sleeping in the woods.

I didn't have much, so I could only eat rabbit at first, but eating only one thing for a long time, without seasoning, would quickly become boring. So I started to learn to collect other foods.

I used common sense to avoid most things that looked poisonous, but I still suffered a few minor losses.

One of them was very impressive to me. I picked a lot of blueberry-like fruits and ate them, only to find that they had extremely strong hallucinogenic properties. As a result, I saw a large number of little blue people in front of me for the rest of the day.

If you have accidentally eaten poisonous mushrooms or hallucinogenic fruits, you will probably understand what I am going through. Those villains are very real, and some of them will even talk to you.

In short, this was the most profound poisoning incident in my memory. Fortunately, all the little people disappeared after a day, and there were no other more serious symptoms.

I forgot to mention that I spent about a week practicing my food-gathering skills. Although there are still many things that I can't distinguish, I have identified four edible raspberry fruits and three tuber plants.

Although I no longer have to worry about food, it is still not a pleasant thing to sleep in the open air. I was originally thin, but now I am almost skinny and bones, and my clothes are tattered and unsightly. I decided to build myself a better shelter every day, otherwise the wind will blow me away.

I will soon contract various diseases when exposed to the rain.

So I stopped going forward every day as dusk approached, and instead started to weave a roof for sleeping at night. This was a technical job that required patience, and I couldn't do it without setting aside enough time.

My craftsmanship was rough at first, and the straw hut we made leaked everywhere. But practice makes me perfect, and soon I was able to make a draft-tight straw hut, and even a straw mat for myself to sleep comfortably.

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I put these two things into my backpack. It turns out that living environment is indeed very important. After having a better living environment at night, I finally stopped losing weight.

After everything was arranged, I found that I had too much time, and I had a lot of time to waste every day. This was a very bad thing, because I was alone, and the loneliness and loneliness almost overwhelmed me.

I'm crushed.

In order to alleviate this situation, I started to continue to do the exercises given to me by Terrazo, because this way I could still talk to myself. But there was a limit to the amount of exercises I could practice every day. When I practiced enough that I could no longer practice, I

Then I started playing my piano.

In the following days, I relied on singing to relieve stress every day. I sang children's songs that I heard when I was a child, vulgar songs that I heard during my travels, and some elegant chants.

If there is anything gained from this trip, it is that I like singing and playing the piano more and more. I can already play all the songs I remember perfectly, and my singing voice is more beautiful than before.

The rest of the time I spent communicating with the world, hoping to find a second real name. At first I tried to call the name of water, but more than a week later, I was still in vain. Even if I buried my head in the river, there was nothing.

feel.

Then I started to feel the wind. Whenever the breeze blew, I would immerse myself in it. However, the wind did not come every day, and there would not always be a hurricane to jump or connect me, so the progress of the wind was slower than that of the water.

I didn't try the other ones, biting off more than I could chew, so I decided to put my next target on water, even though it couldn't coexist with fire.

Speaking of fire, I have become more and more proficient in flames these days. I whisper "auir" every day to communicate with the flames.

During the exchange, I found that my control over flames is constantly improving. Now, even without using runes, I can condense the flames into a small fireball or a spindle-shaped flame arrow.

During this exercise, I discovered a fact: the superiority of rune art lies not only in its replaceable structure. Compared with condensing flames into flame arrows, using the rune structure can save me a lot of mental energy.

At this time, I somewhat understood why Trazhuo always looked proud when talking about runes, and his tone was also full of pride. Runes were indeed a great creation.

I continued my journey in the forest and used a piece of bark to record the date. After another week, I felt that the weather was no longer as hot as before, and the breeze brought a hint of coolness.

I realized that summer was coming to an end, so I cut back on my daily practice time and spent more time on the road. I didn't like being in the forest in early autumn. Besides, I was still ragged, which meant I was likely to be affected by the early autumn temperatures.

beat.

Three days later, I finally walked out of the forest, which made me relieved. A not-so-tidy mud path passed through the forest. The path was very smooth and there was no trace of weeds. This shows that there are often people on this road.

Walk.

I started walking along the road, and it turned out that I was right. A few hours later, I turned onto a slightly neater stone road.

The following days became more difficult. After leaving the forest, I no longer had food sources within easy reach. Fortunately, I also stored a lot of food, which was enough for me to cope with it for a while. But water was a big problem.

I try my best to control the amount of water I drink every day, but the water in my water bottle is still slowly reaching the bottom.

To make matters worse, the days of trekking caused a lot of blisters on my feet, and the weather gradually became cooler, which for me was cold.

I walked for another four days and finally drank all the water in my water bottle. I needed to find a town immediately, otherwise I would have to accept the fate of dying of thirst on the roadside.

Although there were few pedestrians, there were still several carriages passing by on this road during this period. Every time I heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far away, I would immediately hide in the bushes on the roadside until the horse hooves came.

When the sound fades away again, to the point where it is almost inaudible, I will get out and continue my journey.

I don't know why I am hiding from these people, but subconsciously I am afraid of contact with humans. Maybe I have stayed in the forest for too long.

Another day passed, and my lips were completely dry and chapped. I felt that the power was flowing out of my body every minute. Fortunately, the goddess of fate favored me. I saw a town in the distance, and the power that had disappeared disappeared again.

Wells came out of the corners of the body.

I quickened my pace, and the town became bigger and bigger. Noisy sounds came from the town. The atmosphere infected me and gave me a strange sense of unreality. I walked into the town, and it seemed that the town was going on.

It was celebrating some kind of festival, and the noise I heard before was just the villagers having a revelry.

So I secretly hid in the shadows, and then stole a few sips of horse water in the hotel stable. This was not a good thing, but I was desperate at that time, and I was willing to do anything as long as I could survive.

After drinking enough water in the stable and filling another bottle, I left this town satisfied. I couldn't afford any fees in this town, so I had better leave quickly. I was

Think so.

The next morning, I heard the sound of "dong dong dong". I looked back and saw that it was a large steam car.

The car slowed down slightly as it passed me. "Child." A voice floated over from the car. I turned around and saw that it was an old man with a kind-faced face. He was weather-beaten and I couldn't tell how old he was. There was a girl sitting in the car.

, looking at me curiously.

The car slowly approached me. I glanced at the car and then lowered my head and ignored it. The old man was obviously not satisfied. He pushed the joystick and the car continued to approach me. The old man shouted at me louder than before:

"Child! Child? Can you hear me?"

I looked at them and guessed they were my grandson and grandson, and then I nodded.

The old man asked me again: "Are you mute?"

I shook my head and held it in for a long time before I remembered how to say "no".

My voice sounds a little strange. Maybe I haven't communicated with humans for so long that I almost forgot how to speak.

"Can you give me a ride? I'm going to Brinto." Now that I've spoken, there's no need to be coy. Besides, I already have so many blisters on my feet that I'm sure I can't rely on my feet very well.

Complete the rest of the journey.

"Go to join your relatives? You must have suffered a lot like this. Come on up. Let's go to Brinto too." The old man did not refuse my request. He pulled down one of the several joysticks in front of him, and the steam car stopped slowly.

Then he pointed to the car behind him and motioned for me to get in.

I climbed into the car with difficulty and was not angry at all because of his words. In fact, in my current state, calling me a beggar was a compliment. My whole body was covered in dirt from crawling around in the forest.

The clothes were almost in pieces, but fortunately the pants were still strong and remained intact.

I didn't know how long it had been since I took a shower, so I guessed that the smell on my body must be very "attractive". This was evident when I climbed into the trunk and the little girl stayed away. I sorted out my emotions,

Try your best to give her a kind smile.

In fact, it was a truck. The compartment was filled with sacks. The contents inside were round in shape and hard to the touch. I guessed they were melons or pumpkins.

"Boy, sit still." The old man sitting in front saw me getting into the car, then gently pulled one of the joysticks, then held the steering wheel, and our car started off again.

"You'd better hold on to something, otherwise you might fall out. You're too big." The little girl suddenly said to me, her tone serious, and she looked very worried.

I nodded, thanked her, and then held on to the frame of the carriage tightly, leaning my back firmly against the wall of the carriage.

Although the next journey was bumpy, it was still much better than walking by myself. After we walked for about a quarter of an hour, the old man took out a large piece of black bread from the bag next to the driver's seat and handed it to him after working for a while.

I.

Some cream and strawberry jam have been spread on the sliced ​​bread. When I saw the bread in my hand, my heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. As I chewed the bread, tears flowed unconsciously.

I cried, so I hurriedly covered my eyes with my hands for fear that others would find me crying.

In the next few days, the grandson and grandpa would sing songs from time to time. I also learned that the old man’s name was Seth and the girl’s name was Vera. According to Seth, these songs were dedicated to me, this unexpected guest, in order to make him happy.

I won’t be too bored on the road.

Sometimes I would take out the lute and join in their chorus, adding a touch of color to this boring journey. They were also very happy, and the addition of the lute added a lot of color to their songs.

"We are about to arrive at Brinto!" As it was approaching noon that day, Seth suddenly turned his head and said to us. "I hope you have a good journey, kid." This sentence was meant for me.

I nodded in response. The car drove forward for another ten minutes, and then turned onto a smoother road. This road was as wide as a river, and there were two sidewalks on both sides of the road.

We kept walking along the road, and houses began to appear slowly on the roadside. There were more and more pedestrians on the sidewalk. As we walked further, a strange smell wafted into our noses. It was the smell of burning coal, and the air slowly began to change.

It was gray, like a dark veil covering the sun.

On both sides of the road, low-rise residential buildings and farmland turned into various shops, hotels and lanes, and various noisy sounds continued to come. The sound of whistles, the sound of horse hooves, and shouts all penetrated my ears.

I looked outside. Although I had been to many cities, this was the first time I saw a city and port like Brinto.

In the center of the city are countless steel towers. Gray-black smoke is constantly rising from the top of the towers. The port in the distance is equipped with many huge mechanical arms that are so big that they can be seen here. There is a sidewalk below.

A little further away is a wide avenue, with many steam locomotives and robots running on the avenue, and there is an endless flow of people. There are rows of tall buildings on the side of the road, and they are gathered together, blocking most of the sky.

But these are not the most surprising, nor are the guards armed with strange weapons. What is most surprising are the strange tracks above the city. They follow the same direction as the avenue, but float in mid-air.

At first I was curious about what it was for, and the answer was quickly revealed. A rectangular carriage with rounded corners was hung on the track, speeding from west to east. The carriage was packed with people, and it looked like

It is another mode of transportation in this city.

Seth drove into a market. It was said to be a market, but in fact it was more like a large square. In the center of the square was a tall tower with a large and exquisite clock hanging on it.

Seth parked the car, and I started to help him unload the goods from the car. Then I took out the brackets and wooden tables in the cab, built a simple small shed, and took out all the goods in the sacks, which I now confirmed were melons.

Come out and put it on the wooden table.

At this time, it happened to be twelve o'clock at noon, the minute hand returned to its position, and a long and loud bell sounded from the clock tower.

"Child." Seth walked up to me at this time, "I don't know why you are wandering alone, and I have no intention of exposing your scars." He held my shoulders, his eyes were sincere and clear, "But I want to tell you,

My farm still needs an educated person to be an accountant, as long as you are willing..."

I pushed him away and shook my head. "I can't accept your kindness." I lowered my head and tried not to look into his eyes. "You have already helped me a lot."

Seth sighed and let go of his hand holding me, "I understand." He nodded, "We will stay here until dinner today," he said to me again, "If you change your mind, you can always

You are welcome to come to me."
Chapter completed!