Son of the Olden Days

Sol looked for the source of the sound and quickly looked down at his feet.

That turned out to be...

a fish! ?

Just beside the moss-covered puddle at his feet, a fish was struggling, bending its tail from time to time and slapped the ground with a snapping sound.

Saul froze for a moment, then flew over and sat down on the puddle.

After blocking the way home with his **** and ensuring that this guy never had a chance to swim around again, he calmly took off his pierced leather boots and stunned the fish.

Since the discovery of this dry well, the water source in the corner of the well has been supporting Sol's daily water supply.

To be precise, this can only be regarded as a small puddle. It is dark and bottomless. The surface of the pit is about the size of a small round shield. The water level in the pit will never drop no matter how it is used.

Judging from the quality of fresh water, Saul had also guessed that this puddle might be connected to an underground river.

But all the guesswork can only go to here, because in the six months since he stayed at the bottom of the well, this little puddle that he has depended on stayed quietly in the corner, and nothing special has ever happened, not even a frog has appeared. Over.

In the moment of hunger, Thor also tried to use the old moss by the puddle as food, but after the entrance, there was a feeling of anxiety that made people want to rush into the wilderness, take off their pants and dance. He only tried it once. Give up that deep taste.

The appearance of this fish at this moment is nothing short of a miracle. Although it is a bit late, it is still too late.

I don’t know if there is a **** in this world.

Perhaps most people suddenly see life in the long-lasting despair, and think of God naturally, or try to praise something to express their inner ecstasy, but Sol will not.

Although many mornings and evenings or prayer days, he had stood with other orphans countless times, absently following the old deacon behind the reading table holding the oracle, reciting some inexplicable syllables.

But since the death of Sister Precia, Saul never prayed in his heart.

This is a black fish, the surface of the body is covered with sharp cones and fine scales, the length of a dagger, the body is slightly wider, the meat is delicious, and the fish is bitter. If the bile of the fish is squeezed out, it will be a good ink even without processing. You can use a quill pen to write smoothly on sand cotton paper or parchment paper.

But these are not the main points. The important thing is that through the appearance of this fish, Sol thinks of certain possibilities.

If you can make hooks and fishing rods by yourself, is it possible to obtain a stable source of food without having to deal with external risks every day?

With the extra time saved, he can cultivate a small field in the soil at the bottom of the well and plant the seeds of S. sylvestris that I brought back today.

This kind of coarse grain that is suitable for growing wildly in the dark regardless of season seems to be ripe every three months. The harvest should be in the last month of winter according to time calculation, but was he still alive at that time?

Many sudden thoughts in my consciousness collided back and forth, weeds grew messy, and the eager enthusiasm in my heart was burning.

This sudden feeling that everything is possible is hard to describe. It's like seeing an oasis in the desert, and a light leaking door cracked in the darkness, giving people the courage to confront the whole world inexplicably.

Holding the fish in his hand, Thor finally smiled.

Although the smile was mixed with some bitterness that was not suitable for his age, he had come hard along the way, and he hadn't smiled for too long since he was alone.

It's a pity that this smile only stopped for a while on his thin face, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Because at the exit from the bottom of the well to the ground, a real joking voice suddenly sounded.

"Tee...tee! Thor Drake, is this your new home?"

The sudden sound of speech caused Thor's heart to stop beating, but soon his flustered expression returned to calm.

Perhaps it was because after the twists and turns of this day, Saul felt that he had no more energy to be shocked, or it was because he had distinguished that it was the voice of the thief Shuggs.

As long as Saul would remember, he has been called Saul Drake.

In his ignorant childhood, Sol himself didn't care much about the origin of this name.

Until later, when an orphan was cleaning the cemetery in the backyard, he found the same name as Thor on a tombstone, but at that time the old batch of nuns and deacons in the monastery had changed their terms, and many things could no longer be traced back.

The orphan does not have a surname, so this picked up name makes Sol a little bit different from the other orphans. While adding the nickname "Dead Sol" to him, this name also brought him some unreasonable disasters.

Prejudice doesn't need too many reasons.

Since then, Sol’s childhood has fallen into endless bullying and humiliation from other orphans.

This world has never lacked energetic guys, since they can't run freely in the dark wilderness, they can only vent on other orphans.

At this moment, Shuggs calling his full name directly had nothing to do with politeness, it was nothing more than ridicule and sarcasm.

Shuggs was also one of the orphans in the monastery, about the same age as Thor.

Although the two lived together in the monastery for a few years, they never spoke a word to each other, let alone the slightest friendship.

Generally speaking, the two are very similar to the same kind of people, neither are very gregarious, and both are isolated by the group of orphans at the same time.

The difference is that when he was young, Sol actually hoped to make some friends of the same age, able to talk to each other or occasionally do dangerous things together, but he was pushed to the opposite side by the orphans unknowingly.

Faced with groups of orphans, Sol, who is weak and weak, can only torment his gray childhood silently.

As for Schuges, he is a little maverick.

He often sneaked out of the monastery alone on the streets, and is said to be very good at pleasing the despicable adults. Later, I don't know when, people began to add the prefix thief when mentioning the name Shuggs.

From then on, the orphans basically did not take the initiative to provoke Shuggs, and most of the priests in the monastery also kept silent about some of the actions of Shuggs.

Although they didn't care about the orphan status of Shuggs, they were very concerned about the thieves' guild behind Shuggs.

Those lunatics hiding in the dark may quietly kill you for some boring little things at any time.

Saul didn't know how well Shugs was in the Thieves Guild, but he was certain that Shugs appeared at the bottom of the well at this moment, and he would never pose less threat than an adult.

Imagining that Shuggs was standing on the other side with a guarded face in the darkness, Thor tried his best to put a smile on his face, and made his hoarse tone as friendly as possible because he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Uh... my friend, your visit is really gratifying. In fact, I haven't seen a living person for a long time, and I almost forget how to talk!"

While talking, Thor slowly walked to a place three steps away from Shuggs and stopped, bringing the other party into his dark vision. At this distance, he can roughly see the other person's expression and make some judgments.

Shuggs didn't answer the conversation, just snorted with a sneer, seemingly disdainful of the word friend.

There is only a dead tree stump between the two people. It took Sol a lot of effort to move it to the bottom of the well to serve as a table. It was the only piece of furniture in this dilapidated environment.

Shuggs is still what the monastery remembers, with a sly gaze on the young, thin face, and the corners of his cynical mouth puckered slightly.

He was wearing a linen coat, covered with a handmade thick leather bust, and the two daggers hung on both sides of the waistband were vaguely ill-intentioned in the dark.

Judging from the relaxed look and decent dress of Shuggs, he shouldn't have experienced much suffering in this disaster.

Slightly squinted his eyes to examine Thor up and down, and Shuggs spoke meaningfully.

"You seem to have a good time! You can live alone till now!"

At this moment, Thor took off his cloak and wore only a tattered old coat with open threads. It looked like he had just found some rags to hang on his body. If you look closely, you can see that the cracks in the clothes are full of stains. Lining.

This is even worse than the most sloppy tramp, and there is nothing good about it.

Obviously, the second half of Shuggs's sentence is the key point. To survive until now, food must be supported, and food is far more valuable than gold in this period. This is what Shuggs really cares about.

When he was speaking, Shuggs breathed warmly, and wet rain dripped from his short curly hair from time to time.

This guy took great pains to follow him all the way through the heavy rain. Perhaps he wanted to blackmail himself? Thor silently made judgments in his heart, but the other party did not leave him much time.

Shuggs turned his head and glanced around the bottom of the well seemingly, then turned around and walked towards the exit at the bottom of the well, muttering as if he was about to leave, walking without looking back.

"I should go now, why do I have to come out to complete the guild's mission in this **** weather..."

This self-talking complaint immediately caught Thor's attention. Although the other party might not answer, Saul couldn't help but step forward and tentatively asked:

"What... mission?"

Shuggs didn't seem to intend to treat the content of the mission as a secret, so he stopped and shrugged.

"The guild will let us look around the town to see if there are any living people, and by the way provide some help to those in difficult circumstances."

provide help?

Thors didn't believe that thieves who ate nothing and spit bones would help others to make fun of such nonsense.

But if Shuggs is allowed to leave, his hiding place will be exposed, and perhaps even greater trouble will come. This is what Sol is most worried about.

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