Son of the Olden Days

There is no point in discussing a heavy winter, you can only prepare in advance.

"Is Melissa still alive?" Sol by the fire changed the subject in due course.

"I saw her near the tavern in the North District not long ago. Why did you suddenly mention that disgusting sow?" Shuggs asked with an uncomfortable expression.

If it weren't for the sudden disaster in Grayscreen Town, Sol originally had many plans, such as studying pharmacy, such as revenge.

Melissa is the master nun of the Phoenix Monastery. Her fierce, violent and nasty character, coupled with the chubby body like a violent bear, makes her more tenacious than many strong men, and subverts all the beauty of people for such beautiful creatures as women. fantasy.

Thor had designed many ways to die for her in the bottom of his heart, but in the end Thor thought that only the light of corruption could match her madness and cruelty.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered to ask, after all, she is so different."

Sol was not prepared to reveal his revenge plan to Shuggs. Although the two completed the first transaction amicably, they were far from trustworthy.

"Your focus is really... unique, don't mention her anymore. The thought of the sow that can't even be taken away by the plague makes me feel that I have been in the cold winter ahead of time."

After Shuggs left, Saul fell into his own bustle again.

In fact, from the second day after the last poison incident, things in Sol's hands suddenly increased.

He used the four curved tip parts of the iron small candlestick to beat and polish four fish hooks, and then tried to make four fishing rods through some combination of materials.

The durability of fishing rods has yet to be verified, but what deviates from Saul’s expectations is that tools are not the biggest problem, fishing lures are.

Sol made various attempts at the earthworms in the cemetery, all kinds of insects, and even the seeds of S. sylvestris and the carrion on the corpse. Unfortunately, he didn't have any fishing or hunting experience, and the first day could only be spent in nothing.

Once during the fishing process, the fishing rod suddenly fell, and it seemed that it was holding some big guy.

Although in theory the thing couldn't reach the ground through the narrow puddle, Thor still used a dagger to cut the fishing line nervously after some wrestling, and decisively gave up a hook.

It was not until the next day that Thor finally determined that some unknown grass stalk in the cemetery was very popular with blackfish.

Excluding his own consumption and the dinner just now, there are now two black fish in the clay pot, which is what Saul has harvested in the past three days. Although he has no experience in food processing, he believes that he can realize the marinating process by himself after a few explorations.

Don't worry about food for the time being, Thor plans to cultivate a small square field at the bottom of the well tomorrow, and the planting of Diospyros sylvestris has to start quickly.

In addition to luck and certain skills, the most expensive thing in fishing is patience.

But Sol has a good way of solving it. He retrieved some books from the underground library of the monastery so that he could read and fish by candlelight.

In the past, in order to avoid the punches and kicks of the orphans, Sol would often hide in the underground library of the monastery.

Compared to the entire monastery, although the underground library is not an important place, it is not qualified for an orphan to stay.

Occasionally, the orphans will be punitively arranged to clean the forgotten corner because of their mistakes.

So for a while, in order to take advantage of the opportunity of cleaning to enjoy reading, Sol began to make deliberate and frequent mistakes in order to be punished. Unfortunately, sometimes they were sent to the kitchen and sometimes they were sent to the latrine.

After taking many risks and sneaking down, Saul gradually learned to accurately determine the time.

So this small space filled with religious relics and ancient books became his real paradise, where Sol completed the process of understanding the world alone.

There are many kinds of books in the library, and the content is also very extensive.

There are theoretical experiences in various subjects such as alchemy and pharmacy, such as the use of swords and shields, as well as historical stories and the legends of heroes.

In a small place like Grayscreen Town, not many people care about the trivial things like literacy, let alone reading.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, those moth-eaten and moldy books have only the value of warming up, but for Sol, the knowledge is the greatest wealth.

There was a time when Sol discovered by accident that he was not the only guest in the library from the placement of the books and the old and new traces of dust on the surface, which made him very uneasy.

Worried all day that an ignorant stupid would steal the book, Sol eventually left a warning note in one of his favorite wilderness adventures.

"If you dare to steal my book, I will let you sleep in the dark forever."

Later, Saul found that the note he had left in the book was missing, but he never found the person.

Some people say that this is an ancient age that even gods can't touch. Light and darkness are dead and dead here. It is also said that the gods have already left and abandoned his people.

No matter what others say, winter is here.

Time has been walking, silently, never looking back.

In a blink of an eye, Sol ushered in his thirteenth birthday, and the town had its first snowfall after winter, and it seemed that there was no stopping trend from the beginning.

Orphans don’t actually have birthdays. Most of them don’t know when they were born or even why they were born. But they will still choose a day they like during the year to commemorate their growth.

Saul set his birthday on the first day of winter every year, because winter is always difficult to survive in his memory. He felt that if he happened to die in a certain winter, he would at least be considered dead for the whole year.

The white snowflakes fell from the dark sky one after another, quietly covering everything on the ground, and then silently becoming a part of the darkness.

The severe cold wandered in the air, looking for fresh life everywhere.

The days seemed to be frozen, and the rhythm suddenly slowed down.

The only good news is that the small puddle at the bottom of the well is not frozen as Saul feared, and his fishing plan is still going on. In addition, occasionally weeding the seed loosening soil in the field, it seems that there is not much that can be done.

Shuggs would still come to the bottom of the well to drink the so-called antidote, and from the first three days once to more and more frequently later, he would report almost every day.

Maybe it was too many times to cengfan, even if Sol didn't take the initiative to mention it, Shuggs would consciously bring some messy things including food.

Fish are not often eaten. Most of the time, the two of them can only eat some hard-to-eat coarse grains around the stump. Thor saved the extra fish as a reserve, and the pickling skills have improved a lot.

Sometimes Shuggs would come over with a bruised nose, but he didn't want to mention it, and Sol wouldn't ask.

The thieves’ guild in the small town, Thor, has a general understanding.

With a scale of more than a dozen people, there are only two or three high-level people who are really capable of making decisions. The others are just idle people who are good at fierce fights. Outer members of the age of Shuggs obviously won't be very good in the guild. Status.

After the winter, Shuggs threw down the bedding, as if preparing to stay at the bottom of the well.

Sol didn't make any statement about this. The two were separated from the field and the tree stump. Sol slept in a slightly spacious interior, and Shuggs slept on the other side near the exit.

One night, Saul noticed that Shuggs was standing in front of his bedding.

"It's too cold at the exit, I always feel that there is a wind leaking, maybe we can squeeze it?" Shuggs tentatively made suggestions with his own blanket, coldness seeped from his trembling voice.

"I hope you don't do unnecessary things." Sol warned, shaking his chin to his side while there was still room.

"Damn, what are you worried about? I like women!"

The two huddled together back to back.

I don't know when the relationship between the two seems to have improved slightly. After all, they were originally about the same age, and they were both orphans, and there was no deep hatred.

But they never mentioned friends, the word was too dazzling.

The two have been to the town several times together. Perhaps the people who lived to the end have become smarter. Coupled with the raging cold, their blackmail games have never found any decent prey.

Most of the time, the two of them are searching, food, firewood, hay, clothing, in short, everything related to survival is their goal. Like two greedy mice in the dark, dragging all useful things back into the hole.

In the meantime, Sol called Shuggs back to the pharmacy. In addition to getting the big iron pot and some herb extraction tools, they also went to the home of the pharmacist Buddy Moore.

There Sol found some dried herb materials, and also found the old Buddy Moore's diary on the bookshelf.

The records in the diary began more than 20 years ago, and they used plain text to describe some passing time, some absurd or profound experiences.

It is worth mentioning that there is a piece of parchment paper that has been hardened and cracked in the diary, which neatly and detailedly records the materials, proportions, and refining and mixing methods required by several common medicines.

In the end, Saul took Buddy Moore's bones back and set up a grave for the old man in the cemetery of the monastery.

A rough cross was simply tied to the tomb, and there was no tombstone, because Saul didn't know how to sum up the old guy's life on the tombstone.

This has nothing to do with kindness, since he finally stole the old man's medicine skills, it is not worth mentioning to give him a destination.

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