Mortal Epic of Douluo

On the morning of the second day, Atreus and others entered the intermediate branch of Tianshui Soul Master Academy.

Beiyuan Province borders the Kingdom of Haagen-Dazs, and there are many exchanges between the two places. As the honorary principal of Haagen-Dazs Advanced Soul Master Academy, Leonid naturally has a good reputation in Tianshui College.

Therefore, after Oscar, as his disciple, informed his intention of coming, the dean of the branch led several teachers and enthusiastically brought them to the living room.

"Please take a seat. Welcome to Tianshui Academy. I didn't expect that Master Ennid has already accepted a disciple. I am really ignorant, hahahaha."

After sitting down, Oscar very formally took out a letter and handed it to the dean.

The letter was a reply from Ennide to the invitation from the Junior Soul Master College Affiliated to Tianshui College for academic exchanges when the fall semester started. When Atreus found out, he encouraged Oscar to send the letter, otherwise he really wouldn’t know what to use.

Reasons to come to Tianshui City.

"It is really gratifying that Master Ennide is willing to come to our Tianshui College for academic exchanges after the spring."

The dean was an old woman. After reading the contents of the letter, she became even more happy. She looked at Oscar with admiration in her eyes, "You have already reached Level 22 in cultivation at such a young age. You are worthy of being a disciple of Enid."

, can you let us see your martial spirit?"

"Well, that's no problem, then I'll... show my shame?"

Atreus watched Oscar show off his talent with a smile on his face. Sure enough, after the martial arts and soul rings were revealed one after another, the teachers from Tianshui Academy present could not help but praise him even more, and praised Oscar even more.

Gotta be a little shy.

But Atreus gradually became a little absent-minded, because he came to Tianshui City this time not to deliver a message, but to meet someone and get something back.

Atreus didn't know how long he had been wandering in the world, until a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came into his ears.

"Director, I heard that a guest is looking for me? I wonder where the guest is from?"

That's right, although she is not absolutely beautiful, when I saw her for the first time, I felt like I was seeing a snow elf.

Speaking of which, when did you first meet her?

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(Continued from the previous part of Chapter 1)

Atreus slowly opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to realize that he was lying on the bed.

The north wind no longer howled, and the house was quiet. He could hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, and the spicy smell of pyracantha berries wafted through the narrow mud room. Art

Reese couldn't wait to take a sip of the broth.

"Awake at last, brave Atreus. You have been asleep for two days."

Sofia walked to the bed, took her own pillow and stood it up. Perhaps she felt that the linen-filled pillow was too thin, so she placed Oscar's cotton-filled pillow on top.

She gently lifted Atreus up with one hand, gently leaned him on the pillow, and then walked to the fireplace to work.

Sofia took out a bowl made of wood. Most of the items in this room were made of wood. Except for a kitchen knife, there was no iron tool at all.

Sophia poured the soup into the bowl. After thinking about it, she fished out two pieces of meat from the bottom of the soup. Then she took a wooden spoon and walked to the bedside, handing the soup bowl to Atreus.

"How's it going? Do you have the strength?"

"I can do it, Aunt Sofia!"

Atreus took the soup bowl with both hands. There were chopped pyracantha fruits floating in the milky white soup. He scooped the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, and two medium-sized pieces of soft-bone rabbit meat were lifted out of the soup surface.

Aunt Sofia gently warned: "Be careful when drinking, it's still hot."

"Hu——, Hu——"

Atreus blew it carefully. Just asking about the smell of the soft-bone rabbit meat whetted his appetite. When the meat cooled down a little, he swallowed a piece of meat in one gulp. The rabbit meat was cooked very well.

It's rotten and melts in your mouth.

Sophia took her own needle and thread, and a set of leather. This was peeled off by Omero from the soft-bone rabbit she hunted. Now that it has been tanned, she is going to sew another set of rabbit skin gloves of suitable size.

For Oscar and Atreus.

Seeing Atreus eating happily, Sophia also smiled happily.

"How is it? Does it taste good?"

Atreus held the bowl carefully and sipped the soup one mouthful at a time. The pungency of the pyracantha fruits began to make thin sweat break out on his forehead and nose. After drinking a bowl of soup, he felt that his internal organs were all numb.

Being nourished is like sitting by a warm fire.

"It tastes great, Aunt Sofia!" Atreus praised, "I...I want to drink another bowl."

Sophia showed a warm smile and shook her head: "How can you fill your stomach by just drinking soup? I let you drink soup just to warm your stomach. I will go and get you a bowl of porridge."

The bowl was taken away by Aunt Sophia. Atreus felt the remaining warmth in his hands and couldn't help but look at the figure who looked like an aunt.

Aunt Sophia is very beautiful and has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.

She is said to be an aunt, but in fact she is only one year older than Uncle Omero, only twenty-two years old (note). So despite giving birth to Oscar, her figure has been maintained very well, except for the growth on her hands due to work.

Apart from some calluses and her skin being slightly tanned due to hard work, she looks exactly as she should at this age.

Sofia had many suitors when she was younger, but in the end she chose Omero, who was younger but honest and capable. As for the male head of the family, Omero, his biggest wish was to make enough money.

So that Sophia no longer has to work for a living, he hopes that his wife will have a pair of milk-white hands like Countess Ogunode.

"Where have Aunt Sofia, Oscar, and Omero gone?" Atreus asked.

Sophia came over with a bowl of porridge, "They went out to collect firewood. Now the snowstorm has stopped, but I don't know if there will be another one in the future. We must gather enough firewood at home."

Atreus took the bowl from Aunt Sophia's hand and licked it along the edge of the bowl first, and then started to drink the porridge in small sips. He actually wanted to finish it quickly, but he was afraid that drinking it too quickly would make him lose his temper.

Mixing the porridge out of bowls creates waste.

For the poor, wasting food is a waste of life.

Atreus finished the porridge slowly and licked the bowl clean without wasting any bit of it.

Sophia stopped her sewing, put the bowl away in the closet, then lifted a basket and put on her headscarf.

"Aunt Sofia, are you going out?"

"Yeah, it's a rare sunny day. I'm going to try my luck in the mountains to see if I can find a squirrel or chipmunk nest. If you're lucky, you can have chestnut or pine nut porridge tonight. Of course, if it's walnuts,

That would be better..."

Aunt Sophia muttered and went out, leaving Atreus alone. The firewood in the fireplace crackled from time to time. Other than that, not even the wind made a sound, and there was only silence in the house.

There is a small earthen pot next to the fire, which is filled with water. Hot steam evaporates from the earthen pot, adding a little humidity to this dry room.

Atreus forced himself to get out of bed. Although his head was still dizzy, he was able to stand still.

When he opened the door, there were no snowflakes falling in the air. Only the occasional cold wind reminded him that the cold winter had not passed yet.