Son of the Olden Days

It was another day when Sol walked out of the Tombkeeper's hut and saw that the early risers in the town had lit up sporadic lights.

For him, the grave guard is really a simple job.

After patrolling the cemetery and returning the wandering bones to the tomb, today's work seems to have come to an end. Sol continued to walk a few times in the cemetery, thinking about today's itinerary.

Now that autumn is about to pass, it is time to prepare for winter.

Although this winter will not be as difficult as last year, the core content is still little changed, food and firewood.

There seems to be a problem between Sol and Irene recently,...well, it's not a quarrel.

That was last month.

Sol cleaned out the cellar of the tombkeeper's hut and arranged it as a small version at the bottom of the well. In this way, you can place candles or fires safely under the ground. If you do these things on the ground, the light leaking out is likely to cause trouble in the wilderness.

At that time, Saul and Irene were sitting back to back reading by candlelight, each holding a book of interest.

I have to say that Irene is indeed a hardworking girl. Under Thor's patient professor, her literacy level has already surpassed that of Shuggs, and she can read fluently.

At a certain moment, Irene suddenly closed the book in her hand, looking forward to sharing the relationship between the hero and the heroine in the book with Saul.

The book in Irene's hands, Sol, has read, the content of the story itself is not too tortuous, but it is not difficult to see that there is still a lot of feelings from the author between the lines.

Sol looked at Irene's sorrowful look amused, and then started a discussion with each other.

Can't remember how the topic at the time started.

"Would you like to go through poverty with me and huddle with pigs to keep warm during the winter?" Saul joked during the discussion.

"I do." Irene replied briskly.

"Would you like to wander around with me, living a life of sleeping, dining and sleeping?"

"I am willing." Irene wrinkled her nose with a defiant look.

I don't believe if you can't ask me, Saul smiled and thought for a while.

"Then you are willing to go through a dangerous adventure with me, and you may be hunted like a wild dog in the escape at any time?"

"I... Do you want to be an adventurer?" Irene hesitated obviously, and then suddenly turned to rhetorical questions a little bluntly.

Regarding Irene's rhetorical question, Saul suddenly realized that he couldn't seem to answer either.

Sometimes an ideal is a very strange thing, something you may never think about, maybe it just flashes in your heart at a certain moment, and it gradually becomes clear and yearning, and since then it is unwavering.

It seems that last time at the dinner in the Lord's Mansion of the New Town, during a discussion about ideals, I had mentioned that I wanted to go to the wilderness to take a look. Now think about it carefully, the so-called going to the wilderness to look at the extension of the back is actually becoming an adventurer.

Thor doesn't reject the matter of becoming an adventurer, because he has to embark on that path if he wants to be strong.

Moreover, he now enters the wilderness from time to time, and what he does, except for the name of a ‘grave guard’, seems to be no different from an adventurer.

Most girls tend to yearn for a stable and stable life, which is also human nature. There is nothing incomprehensible to Sol, after all, everyone has the right to choose their own lives.

It's just that Sol suddenly realized that if he chooses to be an adventurer, he might deviate from Irene's life philosophy.

Because adventure represents a state of wandering life, you may need to go far away, or one day only the corpse will be brought back.

It seems that after all, I was young and lacking experience, and some things were easy to think about, or that I had never thought about it seriously.

This was originally a hasty topic, and Saul just mentioned it casually, without any thoughts or temptations, and Aylin answered very happily.

Only after the topic abruptly ended, the two people suddenly realized that something heavy seemed to be mixed in.

Since then, the two have not brought up similar topics again, and even after occasionally talked about them, the two are always cautious as if deliberately avoiding something.

In addition to his little daily life with Irene, Sol's recent luck is not bad, and he has absorbed two more demons during this time.

Now as the number of entering the wilderness gradually increases, Sol's mentality has gradually stabilized. There is certainly no shortage of indispensable vigilance, but it is no longer as trembling as before.

It doesn't make much sense to hunt small animals. His goal is not to earn some hide money like a hunter. If you want to hunt demons, you must try to face stronger enemies.

So this time he went deeper than ever before, so that the complicated trails in the dark forest made him lose his way.

In the process of repeatedly checking the surroundings to identify the direction, Thor noticed a tomb hidden in the woods for unknown years and months. It is difficult to find if you don't look closely.

The entire tomb and the tombstone were almost covered by thick rotting leaves and dust. Around the tomb, there were many rhizomes of trees burrowing out of the ground, clinging to the soil surface like countless snakes.

Judging from the area and scale of the tomb, it is obvious that only an ordinary person is buried here, but the age should be a bit old.

Thor wiped off the leaf dust from the tombstone, and saw this statement on the tombstone.

"Here is my husband, a man who is obsessed with indulgence all day long."

"In his long husband and wife life, he has never stopped insulting and beating me. What makes me even more desperate is that he actually sold my only son as a slave to the Duke of Frank."

"After the duke's manor was plundered by a half-orc robber, I never saw my poor child again."

"Later, before he planned to sell me into a brothel for profit, I poisoned him in time. The poison I carefully prepared was enough to mess up his ugly internal organs."

"Finally, I bury this man I once called my husband and my deep resentment."

"Before the judgment of the gods finally comes, I sincerely pray in my heart that he will never truly die, only that there will be no peace in the endless cycle of time."

Just as Saul just finished reading the content of the inscription, he suddenly heard some strange noises.

The sound that Saul heard was not far from him. It was the "cracking" sound of the broken roots of the surrounding trees. It seemed that something was about to burrow out of the soil.

Pulling out the long sword behind him, Saul held the sword in both hands a little nervously, slowly approaching the place where the sound was made.

As the dark vision slowly covered, Thor vaguely saw something on the ground where the roots of the trees were intertwined. After he got close, he realized that it was a person.

No, it should be said that there is a person in the mud. He looks like he is buried, but it is not completely buried.

And it is strange that he seemed to be standing and buried, and the mud around his body reached the position of his shoulders at this moment.

He lowered his head slightly, looking like someone who was dozing off with his head down because of sleepiness. The fallen leaves of late autumn were all over the forest, and some of them fell on his head.

Seeing this weird scene, Saul suddenly had a creepy intuition. He felt that the man stuck in the mud might be the vicious husband mentioned in the inscription.

At the same time that this thought came to Saul's heart.

"Cracking~" The cracking of the roots sounded again, this time right in front of my eyes.

Saul took a step back subconsciously, and then he saw the sleeping guy suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Soon, a rotten arm appeared in Thor's field of vision, and then the guy who was stuck in the ground crawled out of the ground relying on the strength of this arm.

This so-called ‘human’ has obviously been dead for a long time, his face and whole body have been rotten to the ground, and his bones are faintly visible.

This monster has lost two eyeballs and a left hand. Maybe he just forgot them underground and didn't bring them out, or it may have become a good meal for some kind of bugs.

If it weren't for the figure close to a human adult man, and some vague and unrecognizable syllables from his mutilated mouth, Saul would never believe that he was once a human being and lived glamorously.

It seemed that the maggots and saprophyte under the ground ate his body and ate his knees. His right leg was limp and limped, as if it was only connected to the remaining skin and flesh, dragging on the ground.

Strangely, there seemed to be some consciousness remaining in his hollow eye sockets close to the skull, which drove him to rush towards Sol quickly. The only remaining hand was stiffly raised, revealing a desire to choke someone else's neck.

"Uh...Uh." He spit out unexplained syllables and rushed towards Saul, the speed is so fast, it seems that it is not much different from a normal person.

His weird appearance and disgusting face did not affect Sol's calmness when approaching the enemy.

Although Thor encountered this unknown monster in person for the first time, through repeated observation and learning of magical illustrations in the past, these monsters stalked in Thor's fantasy almost every day.

While passing by each other, Thor threw a cross cut, trying to cut this extremely aggressive monster in the middle.

"Chang~"

After the weapon touched, there was no feeling of cutting off dead wood as Saul expected. On the contrary, Thor felt like he had been chopped on a stone or metal, making a sound of metal and iron crashing.

This accident did not disrupt Sol's calmness. In fact, at the first sight of each other's face, Sol had already judged that his speed was far inferior to his own.

"Qiang~Qiang..." Then a series of weapon collisions sounded in the wilderness, as if someone was hitting iron in the wilderness.

Thor tried beheading, breaking his foot, and stabbing the heart until a good sword was full of gaps.

However, to no avail, the monster was as hard as stubborn iron.

What the **** is this!

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