Son of the Olden Days

Relying on the memories of the past, Sol cautiously walked through the criss-cross lanes.

He lowered his head slightly, only half of his nose and slightly tightened corners of the mouth were exposed under his wide hood. The hands hidden under the cloak tightly held the dagger in the waist loop to ensure that he could shine in the first place in an emergency. Use weapons to do something within your power.

This makes Saul look a little mysterious as a whole, like an unpredictable magician, but also like a devout believer who is walking towards God's guidance.

The roadway is not a single straight line, it is wide, sometimes narrow and sometimes winding, and occasionally there are crossing intersections.

In the past, apart from common trivial things like killing and snatching, there were always strange rumors circulating about these lanes.

Some said that piles of gold coins were buried under a certain trash, and some said that women and children often cried deep in the tunnel, but that didn't seem to be a human voice.

In Saul's limited impression, there are always some poor people in rags huddled in these lanes, and from time to time I can see a rough man pushing a woman who has negotiated a price against the wall.

Occasionally, someone hides in the dark, and when the enemy is passing by, he suddenly jumps out and wraps the opponent's head with the broken pocket he has prepared, and then calmly beats the opponent's head into the shape he is satisfied with with a blacksmith's hammer.

Today after the famine, these people have disappeared.

The air in the lane was filthy, smelling of feces and rotting.

As the footsteps moved, something kept coming into Thor's field of vision.

Broken earthen jars in the corners, cracked grout wash basins, pools of standing water and garbage, or the dead body of a certain fly flying around.

These things are not clear in the vision of the dark background. At first it looks like a group of fuzzy black shadows. It often takes three or four steps to see the outline.

Saul didn't concentrate on distinguishing everything he saw, but instead focused on catching all kinds of sounds with his ears up. Past experience told him that hearing may be more reliable than vision in this environment.

From time to time in the darkness, there will be all kinds of fine noises, like auditory hallucinations from far and near, seeming to be gnawing sounds, and like the friction of something dragging on the ground. Listen carefully, but only depressing silence remains.

The most tiring thing about going out to search is not the distance, but the mental stress.

Every time I walk alone in the dark, my heart will involuntarily fall into a state of restlessness, as if I want to jump out of my throat at any time, or if I can't find a way out, it rushes in my chest.

When the surrounding silence drowned himself like a sea tide, Sol always felt that after he passed, countless pairs of scarlet eyes would light up in the darkness behind him. Something was ready to pounce at any time, using the latest methods to commit the oldest. Of sin.

Unstoppable hallucinations and self-suggestion make the spirit always be like a tight bowstring, which may break at any time.

"!"

Suddenly, a vague black shadow quickly passed through Thor's field of vision, silent and fleeting.

Saul trembled suddenly, and while frightened, he quickly showed his dagger leaning in front of him, and cut a gap in his beloved cloak in a panic.

This sudden moment made him feel that his beating heart just now seemed to be suddenly caught, clenched, and almost squeezed by an invisible big hand.

"...Damn it!"

After a suffocating waiting in place, Thor cursed fiercely in his heart, slowly letting go from the sculptural stiffness.

Dogs always like to express their emotions by barking, which makes them as eye-catching as undressed beauties after the famine.

Nowadays, most of the dogs in Gray Screen have entered the stomachs of others, but there is no doubt that some low-key cats have survived.

It was obviously a cat just now, and from his still vigorous posture, the guy seemed to be doing well.

Just as Saul wiped his cold sweat and was about to move on, he suddenly widened his eyes in horror, and suddenly covered his subconsciously opened mouth, and his whole person trembled a little.

On the ground in front, a pool of dark shadows was crossing Thor's field of vision at an unhurried speed, and after a while, it sank into the wall on the side of the lane.

The black shadow looked like a pool of dirty water on the ground, with waves on the surface from time to time, moving forward silently, and finally disappeared through the wall.

...! ? What the **** is that? Can you cross the wall like a ghost? Has the monster in the wilderness come to town? Is it chasing that cat? Did it find me?

In an instant, there were countless questions bouncing in his consciousness, but Thor's poor experience was destined to be unsolvable for this weird scene, and he was powerless even to find a statement that fits his own cognition.

Since the famine, Saul spent most of his energy every time he went out to guard against his own kind. He has always believed that the biggest danger now comes from the same kind.

Standing in the darkness at this moment, Thor suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. Maybe today is not a good day. The dry well he was in seemed to make a warm call behind him, giving him the urge to turn his head and flee back immediately.

It's a pity that Thor knows that he has no capital to retreat. If he can't find food anymore today..., no matter what is in the darkness ahead, the ending is actually the same, nothing more than a different way of death.

Smiling sadly, he tightened his hood and stepped forward again.

There were no dangers, stop and go, and finally penetrated the end of the roadway and stepped onto the main street.

Suddenly a scream came from a certain direction behind him.

The voice sounded very far away, and the tearing tone seemed to be a woman or a man, but it was more like the neighing of a strange bird when it was suddenly pinched and frightened, pulling out a series of holes in the quiet town. Echo.

Thor silently turned his head back and forth.

The darkness behind him is still endless, and not everyone can have a tomorrow.

People walk blindly in the dark like ants, whoever meets whom is just luck.

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A rusty sign stood alone at the fork in the main street, looking like a lonely tombstone in the dark.

It used to be very lively here, and people of all kinds were all around here.

During the stable period, the guardian will post some important matters of Gray Screen on the notice board, and the guilds will post recruitment matters here. Occasionally, there will be some well-paid risk commissions that cannot be solved internally by the various forces.

Sol silently floated under the sign like a ghost.

Continue along the main street to enter the northern district of Gray Screen.

The so-called main street is actually just a common muddy dirt road. Whether it is rainy or dry season, a pool of dirty water accumulates on the potholes all day long. When vegetable leaves and garbage are soaked in stagnant water, they will emit a sewer-like smell.

Even so, this street is still the most important part of Gray Screen. In addition to being relatively spacious, it almost runs through the entire town, with both ends of the street extending to the north and south ends.

Gray Screen Town is roughly divided into two areas, north and south.

Most of the wealthy people and shops are concentrated in the north area, while the south is the bitter kiln of the poor.

After the famine came, the shops on both sides of the streets in the North District became the first places visited by the predators.

In those occasions that rely on strength to speak, Sol didn't even have the qualifications to watch, so he had always only dared to wander in the slums in the south, until today, a few months later, he dared to quietly come to the north to try his luck.

As expected, the entire main street is now empty and deserted, and some shops along the way have already been smashed open.

Searching for two shops and finding nothing, Sol is not too frustrated. In fact, he himself didn't expect too much, and now most of the food has long been rotten or completely deteriorated and cannot be eaten. Everything is luck.

The real bad news is that Sol began to feel the dizziness in his consciousness aggravated, and his body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably. The rhythm of the heartbeat was multiplied in his mind, and his ears looked like someone holding a war drum. knock.

From the long-term experience of fighting hunger, Thor knows that if he doesn't eat anything, he may faint at any time, and then maybe there will be no more.

In a house with a hole in the door, Sol finally found two dried sweet potatoes covered with ants.

This air-dried inferior coarse grain can be stored for a long time, and it is also easy to accompany meals. It is very popular among the poor.

They lay quietly on the floor next to a small round table. Perhaps it was this unexpected publicity that allowed them to escape the search again and again in the dark. If it hadn't been for a step on the spoiled leftovers on the small round table, Saul would not have noticed them.

Facing the food close at hand, hunger is like a beast that wants to break out at any time.

Sol quickly wiped away the dust and bugs on the surface and then eagerly took a bite, but after eating the food, he slowed down his chewing speed as much as possible, so as not to be choked by the food that had already lost its moisture, or because it was too violent. Swallowing damage to his stomach.

After eliminating this poor miscellaneous grains, more intense hunger in the body was ignited.

Saul looked a little savage, and tried his best to suppress the urge to swallow everything in his heart. After unplugging the plug of the water bag and pouring a few sips of water, he returned to the street after taking a short rest.

Looking from a distance across the empty street, you can see a few lights floating in the darkness of the North District.

In fact, Thor has always known that as long as he walks to the bright area, he can find a living person.

One of them must be the residence of the mayor Elton.

From the beginning of the plague, this shrewd old villain gathered a large number of vicious mercenaries around his residence to deal with any poor people who dared to approach or coveted.

There is definitely a "Golden Rose" tavern.

There are some real ruthless people, strong tramps, lunatics ready to unscrew others' heads at any time.

Of course, there are also coquettish prostitutes and women who are good at welcoming. It seems that they can live well in any period.

In addition to these forces on the bright side, Thor knew that there were other existences hidden in that light.

For example, mercenary guilds, swordsmen guilds, powerful families in some small towns, or thieves groups that thrive in the dark.

At any time, force will always allow them to occupy more resources and sustain them longer. With the sword and shield in hand, they never feared any armed forces.

For Sol, there is another world, and it has nothing to do with himself.

Although hunger and death tend to favor the poor more, it is a pity that he is not even the poor.

Saul knew that he was not lucky enough to meet good people, and he didn't have the slightest confidence in dealing with those full of malice, so he would rather struggle to die in his own way than surrender his life to those lunatics.

Shaking his head, feeling that he could continue walking for a while, Saul suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

He stood in the dark and stared at the bright area for a moment, and then began to search along the way while carefully approaching the area.

At the door of a shop at the end of the main street, Sol stopped, not far from the illuminated area.

It's a lot like venturing to the dragon's lair and picking herbs at the door. Either you eat the herbs or the dragon eats you.

The door of the shop in front of me has long disappeared, and the dark doorway is like a hungry mouth.

Slightly raised his head, you can see a half of the iron rod protruding from the rough sandstone wall of the door lintel, on which is hung a rusty iron plate with a potion bottle, like a broken flag, from time to time under the arch of the wind. Sorrowful rubbing sound.

Obviously, this was once a pharmacy.

Every year, the monastery drove older orphans to the town to help the shops.

It is nominally so that the orphans can learn some skills to settle down after leaving the monastery. In fact, all the orphans' remuneration goes into the purse of the priesthood.

Before the plague, Thor was an apprentice in this pharmacy. Said to be an apprentice, in fact it is almost like a handyman.

The owner is an old man named Buddy Moore, with deep wrinkles on his face full of cunning and indifference.

He always sat quietly behind the counter and stared coldly at everyone who walked into the shop, until the other party offered a price that was generally satisfactory to him, the corners of that old and ugly mouth would curl up with a gloomy, silent sneer.

There used to be no real pharmacists in remote rural areas like Gray Screen.

If the adventurers are seriously injured, they will either lie down in the wilderness and wait for death, or they will struggle to return to the small town to be coaxed to eat some weeds by some swindlers who claim to be healers.

After the old Buddy Moore came to the town, this situation gradually changed.

As a result, the business of the pharmacy is always crowded, and it is not easy for anyone to provoke the only pharmacist in the small town of Buddy Moore, even if he seems to be just a weak old bastard.

The old guy seldom speaks, and he has never looked at Sol directly except to assist Sol to do all kinds of work.

Even if there is, it is just watching a dog waiting for leftovers.

In the past, Buddy Moore would chase Saul out of the house in time to do trivial chores every time he prepared a potion.

At this time, Sol can only recall the existing stocks of various herbs and finished medicines in the store, and then compare the consumption of herbal materials with the newly appeared medicines on the shelf, and then compare the results. Analyze and keep in mind silently.

Of course, pharmacy cannot be mastered with a little cleverness. Even if you roughly guess the type of herbs needed to formulate a certain potion, it will take countless attempts to refine the herbs and the ratio of juices.

Everything still needs time.

As far as Saul is concerned, if he can get involved in the field of pharmacy, even if he only learns a little bit, he will definitely have more confidence in living in this miserable world in the future.

Unfortunately, the sudden outbreak of the plague disrupted Sol's plan, and he had to return to the monastery.

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