Son of the Olden Days

This is an alley on the edge of Gray Screen town, already close to the outermost retaining wall of the slum.

The crooked houses stretched messily along both sides of the roadway, and the dilapidated windows and walls were nailed with reinforced rattans at different angles, making these snow-filled buildings faintly in the dark with a shabby style. .

In the gray screen town of the stable period, many desperate poor people once gathered here, but here will not dislike their downfall. Today after the famine, these places are nowhere to be seen.

There is still snow in the sky. Although there is no wind, this silent freezing tests people's will even more.

In the darkness, Saul and Shuggs walked slowly, stepping on the snow that was below their knees.

Even in this terrible weather, they never stopped searching.

Sol rarely spoke along the way, continuing his style of saying less and doing more. Shuggs seemed calm on the surface, but his heavy heart had long lost the excitement and enthusiasm of the past.

Both of them knew that it was almost impossible to find food outside at this point in time, but no one mentioned it. They just kept searching silently.

Every moment of time passed, it seemed that the gradual footsteps of the **** of death could be heard.

There was little food left, the pressure to survive, the pressure from the Thieves Guild, and the desperate scenery around them, but they could only struggle in the meantime and watch the nightmare slowly turn into reality.

The two of them had barely rested in the past three days, and roughly searched all the places where they could start.

If a pile of rotten wooden boards used as firewood is also considered a harvest, at least they have not gained nothing in the past three days.

In addition to the crowded and dilapidated slum buildings in these remote alleys, there are also many abandoned barns.

Since the bright calendar entered the dark calendar, perhaps due to the variation of the climate or soil, the grain output of the towns has been declining and extremely unstable. The barn has long been left with only piles of farm tools and raising rats. The role of.

When it comes to searching for food, these dirty and dilapidated buildings shouldn't be the first choice.

But life is an adventure without a map, and it is difficult for you to tell what is really right.

Just yesterday, at the end of the third day, they found two lambskin bags of ale and two full bags of damp rye in a similar barn, and a large piece of air-dried bacon hanging there shaking.

This is nothing short of a huge treasure. It may be the back of a certain farmer, or it may be a small collection of a certain drunkard. These are not important, the important thing is that they found it, which means that the shackles of death have loosened again.

Staring at the food in front of them, the two fell into a long silence, and then Shuggs suddenly pointed at Thor and laughed, and then Thor also raised his hand.

The two of them just pointed at each other and fell into a hoarse depressive laugh. The unpleasant laughter seemed like two patients who were suddenly choked with their necks to breathe.

Sol laughed and held on to the wall, and Shuggs was even more excited, rolling all over the floor, and even burst into tears.

Like two fools who suddenly went crazy, they didn't know what they were laughing at.

The wonder of the world lies in this, even if you are ordinary like a bug, miracles are not far from everyone.

Later, the two returned to the bottom of the well, frequently toasted by the fire, and fell into a cheap carnival.

Finally, they cursed the gods together, and became drunk and unconscious.

Although he did not commit extreme blasphemy behaviors like jumping into the wishing pool to steal money or peeing at the shrine like other orphans, Shuggs is definitely not a qualified believer, and Thor is not.

The oracle contains the commandment to guide the world to be good, claiming that doing more good deeds can attract the attention of God and thus obtain the blessing of God. The believers firmly believe in this.

If it hadn't been for witnessing some good things annihilate like Mars in a rainy night, Saul would almost believe it.

There are too many bad people in this world living well, and too many good people dying very early, but in Saul’s view that has nothing to do with gods or so-called good deeds.

Of course, revising one's moral values ​​through some good deeds, gaining a sense of accomplishment and inner fulfillment, can also be regarded as a positive way of life, and perhaps has the value of advocating.

Suddenly, the abundant supplies aroused the two people's greatest enthusiasm throughout the winter, so Saul and Shuggs came to these lanes again today, preparing to completely clean up the remaining area of ​​yesterday.

At the door of a dilapidated barn, the two stopped.

Pushing open the door, a few wisps of dust were shaken off the door, the sound of mice escaping in the darkness, the smell of damp and moldy in the air was blowing.

"Cough...cough cough..."

There was a sudden coughing in the corner of the room, which seemed to announce to the entrant that there was already someone here.

Thor and Shuggs put on a posture to meet the enemy at the same time, but the situation in front of them was not so tense, because the voice seemed to be very old.

"Hey! Two little ghosts, what are you worried about? Cough...cough, come and get closer." The old voice rang again, accompanied by a constant cough, which sounded very weak.

After Thor and Shuggs exchanged their sights, they kept on guard and slowly approached the dark corner.

The barn was very empty, only a small amount of hay was piled in the corner, and a person was lying on the haystack at the moment.

An old man.

The loose hair and eyebrows are silvery white, and the deep wrinkles on his face are like the growth rings of an old tree. The flesh of his cheeks has drooped slightly because of the loss of vitality, and his eyes are chaotic and turbid, losing the vitality of life.

It was not his old appearance that made Saul and Shuggs really relax, but because the old man's broken body had only one right hand and one left leg.

Judging from the wound, he should have lost his left hand long ago, and he seemed to have lost his right leg not long ago.

Now the skin and flesh near the fractured leg have been ulcerated, the blood has coagulated and changed color, and the smell of corruption and necrosis is faintly exuded. At this moment, the old man seems to have lost his ability to move because of the deterioration of the wound.

"Do you have food?"

Expectation flashed in the old man's eyes, and he tilted his head slightly to look at the two teenagers in front of him. Obviously, hunger and weakness had tortured him for a while, and it was a bit difficult even to make simple movements like tilting his head.

As if the old man was telling a joke, Shuggs raised his face and sneered, and didn't even bother to answer.

"Yes, what do you use for it?"

Sol’s answer was short and direct. It’s not an exaggeration to say that food is priceless in the current period, but Sol doesn’t mind using words to test the old man’s cards.

"As you can see, I have nothing, but I can lead you to the path of a soldier." The old man replied.

Hearing this, Shuggs was already trembling with a smile, and he bent his elbow and put it on Sol's shoulder.

"Hey! Are we really going to waste time here listening to this old guy's nonsense?"

Seeing Saul remained silent, Shuggs curled his lips secretly, turned and left first.

Today’s search has so far yielded nothing, and there are many more things.

Shuggs has seen all kinds of heinous methods and bottomless atrocities of the hungry people for food. On the contrary, concocting a few touching stories to gain sympathy can be regarded as one of the more gentle and clever ones.

Thor rolled his eyes and scanned the corner carefully.

There were food debris scattered around the old man, and a stick that served as a walking stick was leaning against the haystack.

There was not much snow in the past two days, and there were no recent footprints in the snow outside the barn. It seems that the old man should have been in this house for a while.

Perhaps the old man suffered a loss when grabbing food and was seriously injured. Of course, it was also possible that he had provoke some forces and could only hide here and wait for death.

Like most poor people who are struggling with hunger, the old man wears old clothes made of coarse cloth and is covered with an old coat made of small pieces of animal skins randomly patched together.

Apart from that, there was nothing special, not even a weapon.

He is very old, he has reached the age to be careful even with fallen leaves.

Even if he was really a time-tested adventurer, the word adventure should have been far away from his life for a long time.

After all, at this age, wielding a magic wand or a long sword steadily is already a very difficult task.

In the end, Saul chose to leave silently.

Words like sympathy and pity will not appear in an orphan’s dictionary, at least not when facing an adult, even if he is very old.

The moment he stepped outside, Saul stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, he stood there with a shocked look on his face, as if a flash of lightning passed by in his consciousness.

The interior space of the entire barn is a rectangle, and the corner of the door and the old man are exactly diagonally opposite, and the distance between each other is at least nine steps in a straight line.

So, how did this old man see us in the dark? Saul thought.

The next day, Sol came to the barn again with food and water.

"Why can you see our number and age clearly in the darkness of this distance?" Sol pointed to the door and asked his doubts directly.

The old man was eagerly stuffing his mouth with food with his remaining hand. He paused for a moment when he heard Sol's question, but did not answer. The wrinkles on his face gathered into a meaningful smile.

Although he was not sure whether the old man was a liar, Saul was a little angry with the other party's showy look.

"This food is not easy to come by. You eat it means others should eat less. Old guy, I took the patience to come here to listen to your nonsense. I hope you finally make me feel worth the money, otherwise I don’t mind in advance. Give you a ride."

The old man looked at Saul and asked with interest.

"Interesting, it sounds like you are their leader?"

Saul shook his head indifferently.

"There are no leaders, there are only a few poor people who are in a group for warmth, and they will choose someone to eat when necessary."

The old man stopped talking, but apparently he didn't take Thor's threat to heart. After the food was eaten, he calmly wiped his hands on the hay and said:

"As far as common sense is concerned, any combat class can be safely promoted to the first level. If you are lucky enough to enter the second level, your "meditation" ability will grow into "insight", and your vision in the dark will be doubled. ."

"But in a small place like Gray Screen Town, I haven't seen any Tier 2 professionals. It seems that there are only a few small forces supported by Tier 1 guys."

"I am a warrior. I used to wander all the way from Campt. After the town of Grayscreen fell into chaos, I joined a temporary team of adventurers, and we set off towards the nearest town of Logwood."

"Unfortunately, we fell into the siege of withered snakes when we spent the night in a sea of ​​trees. All my teammates were dead, and I was also very venomous. After cutting off a leg, I tried my luck to escape back to town."

"My time is running out. It is your luck to meet me in my last life. So kid, you'd better be polite."

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