Son of the Olden Days

Sol didn't want to show off, let alone impulsiveness. He had made up his mind about the duel before he returned to the monastery.

If there is a choice, Saul is unwilling to engage in the shameful act of initiating a duel invitation.

But there is no way. Orphans have too many restraints, and only this absurd method with a strong sense of personal ritual can quickly solve their current concerns.

Now that he was going back to the monastery, Thor knew that he would eventually be caught in this endless boring fight between children. So he must solve this trouble all at once, because he has more crazier things to do next.

Waller who provoked the incident was not an important role. The blacksmith's son Lotton was the core of that camp.

Sol believes that since Lorton is the leader of a power, he must have something like ‘famous’ in his heart, and now that he has provoked the opponent’s reputation, he should be able to fight, Sol thought.

The next thing is nothing more than two results.

The first is that Lorton takes the battle, and the duel is held as scheduled, so fight one.

Another greater possibility is that the duel cannot be fought at all. Saul deliberately set the duel at the backyard open space and agreed to bring weapons to both sides. As long as everyone thinks about it, this is obviously impossible.

The living area in the backyard did not depart from the monastery. As long as the news spreads, the monastery's senior officials would definitely not allow anyone to use force in the monastery.

This is exactly the result that Saul hopes for. His goal is not to fight for victory or defeat, but to show his tough attitude to those hairy boys.

Even if the deterrent effect is not achieved, as long as during the next period of time, Lorton restrains his puppies from the dignity of a leader not to harass him, that is enough.

In the crowd, Reanna raised her slender eyelashes and glanced at the not-so-strong figure of Sol by the well.

After the disaster, he seemed to have changed a bit. First of all, he was wearing, although it was just a very ordinary fabric, at least it was neat and not worn. In addition, he seems to have grown a bit taller, Reanna thinks.

It's not just Sol, in fact Reanna knows every child in the monastery, whether it is an orphan or the town, and knows their names and general personalities.

Of course, this kind of understanding is only one-sided, and her identity is destined that she will not talk to anyone at will or get closer to each other.

Although taking over family affairs prematurely gave Rui Anna a vaguely mature feminine temperament, she still belonged to the category of children before the coming-of-age ceremony, and was at the age of being interested in everything.

Faith, standing in the center of another group of children, did not fluctuate much, but a smile was curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"A helpless orphan survived the plague and famine. Let me guess, he might have rescued a mercenary who was in trouble, learned a little from the opponent, and challenged the old kid king... ...."

"Well, although it's an old story, it's a good show to solve boring things happening around you."

The young man with a long sword hanging beside Faith lowered his head slightly with a listening look. After listening to Faith's self-talk, he did not make any comments, stood up straight again and returned to his duty as a guard.

Saul's figure has disappeared from the kitchen, but the children in the clearing are still talking.

Many people think that Sol is a little different, but they have never really understood Sol. After all, Sol has always been a ghost in the eyes of everyone in the past. People have long been used to equating silence and tolerance with cowardice. .

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At the end of the day's hard work, it was about to enter the night, and the backyard of the monastery was quiet.

Sol poked his head out of the kitchen in the backyard and looked around carefully, and then walked towards the cemetery with a cloth bag carrying the food he had stolen.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Shuggs pouting his **** and pressing his face against the wall of the wood house.

With just a glance, Thor knew what this guy who rarely visited the monastery was doing.

The wood room of the monastery is very spacious, and behind the wall is a bathing place for the newly recruited nuns. Some nuns also wait until everyone is resting before taking a bath, so that they can enjoy a moment of tranquility by themselves.

The sound of footsteps alarmed Shuggs, and he glanced back nervously, and when he saw Saul, he turned his gaze back serious and continued his peeping.

"You really live without weight." Saul teased and stepped forward.

Shuggs turned his head and stared at Saul with a fart expression on his face.

"These lonely chests! These mountains and hills are stacked with murderous beauty! ... Forget it, it doesn't make sense to tell a stone monster like you, how could you have experienced this mysterious art."

Saul couldn't help laughing. He had long been used to the excitement of the little tramp Shuggs, and he didn't bother to care about the strange description mixed in the words of Shuggs' admiration.

Stepping forward, Saul ignored Shuggs' struggle and dragged him to another wall behind the corner. After raising his hand to tear off a patch of weeds that seemed to grow naturally on the wall, Saul revealed a faint light towards him. The crack in the wall shook his chin at Shuggs.

"...Ooh!"

Shuggs hesitated and let out an exclamation as soon as he brought his head closer.

This side is actually front, and the real view is unobstructed.

He looked back at Saul with a shocked look on his face, his lips quivered a few times but he didn't say anything, and then quickly turned back so as not to waste the good time.

Shuggs, with his arms and legs open, was lying on the wall like a gecko, his head stubbornly against the wall, as if he was about to drill through a crack in the wall.

After being drunk for a long time, he remembered Thor who was hanging aside, and turned his head reluctantly.

"Why... I'll show you a while?"

Saul rolled his eyes silently, a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart, and he could only walk away in despair.

"Remember to plant the grass back."

After Saul left, Shuggs turned his head silently, staring thoughtfully at the back with the cloth bag.

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Late at night, Shuggs came to the bottom of the well.

In the shaking candlelight, Saul was busy back and forth among the piles of refining tools.

Everything in the mine hasn't changed much. Four people once squeezed here for a cold winter, but that good time has now become a memory.

Shuggs leaned against the wall and stared at Saul with his hands in his arms.

"How sure are you about Upper Lorton?"

"No." Sol shook the liquid in the inferior crystal bottle to achieve the purpose of mixing.

"Actually, you don't need to take the risk. I can ask the people from the guild to come forward and calm down such trivial matters easily."

"Then not optimistic about me?"

"Lorton is not simple. It is said that he often goes to the wilderness with his father's mercenary friends. In terms of actual combat experience, he should be much richer than you and me. Even if it is me, I dare not say how sure about him. ."

Shuggs changed his past playfulness, with worry in his tone.

A duel is not a fight between children, once a real sword is on the court, it will eventually lead to blood.

Saul tilted his head and smiled and patted Shuggs on the shoulder.

"Relax, I know very well that my strength is not enough. Maybe the result will be a little embarrassing, but I am confident that I will not die. What does it matter if I am defeated and surrender decisively."

"Besides, since you care about me so much, I will have to work **** you again these days before the duel."

Shuggs' eyes twitched twice, and a helpless wry smile squeezed out of his face.

In the end, I couldn't escape the fate of the training partner, and since I was preparing for the duel, I can imagine that the training intensity must be hell-level.

Raising his hand and handing Shuggs a bottle of light green potion, Thor changed the subject.

"This is the healing potion I tried to configure, but the old Buddy Moore has limited materials. It is estimated that there are not many finished products. There are other antidote and insect repellent for cold protection.

In the cold winter, Sol and Shuggs once visited the residence of Buddy Moore, the only pharmacist in the town. In addition to bringing back some dried medicinal materials, they also found the formulas of various basic potions in an old diary. .

After that, Thor has been trying intermittently, until now the gray screen town has restored order before starting to let go of preparation.

Shuggs took the potion in disbelief, and drew close to the candlelight with a solemn look on his face, and then shook it.

"Well, the colors are very close, how is the effect?"

"The effect has yet to be verified, but I am sure to restore the old Buddy Moore's level, and even the effect is better than the original. Because I found that the old guy used to be in order to grab more benefits when it was obviously cutting corners, and I Some minor corrections have been made to this."

Healing potions are mainly consumables for wilderness adventurers, and the people who usually nest in the town have no chance of being injured.

As for the effect, Saul is not too worried, because he strictly follows the steps and mixing ratio of the formula, unless the formula itself is fake.

"In addition, I have inquired that there is no pharmacist among the merchants who came to Gray Screen with the lord's army this time."

After hearing Saul's words, Shuggs frowned, pacing back and forth at the bottom of the well, lost in thought.

He knew very well that if Gray Screen returned to the situation where there was no pharmacist a few years ago, it would mean a huge business opportunity.

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