Son of the Olden Days

In a daze, Saul had a dream.

This is a cemetery.

Maybe in the wilderness, maybe in the woods.

Time, maybe a certain moment in the middle of the night.

The entire cemetery was immersed in the decay and silence peculiar to death, with weeds and cobweb dust everywhere.

The damp black mud is messy with crooked crosses, scattered with a few stone tombstones interspersed in it, and they have long been tortured torn apart by the years.

Many tombs have already been opened, maybe they are the masterpieces of tomb robbers, or maybe the smell of corpses has alarmed some beasts that foraging. Who knows?

These open tombs looked like hungry and cracked mouths on the ground. Although most of the owners were nowhere to be found, it at least seemed to have been lively here.

He slept in one of the open tombs. The position of lying on his back might remind people of the slightly warm word'serenity', but if someone happened to pass by and glanced at it, he would find that he was just a skeleton. .

Perhaps it was a lucky blessing. Except for the loss of his lower jaw and a few knuckles of his hands and feet, his whole body skeleton looked barely intact. The upper jaw with two remaining teeth still looked like a half-smile because of the slightly curved arc. Look like.

As for other aspects, he has nothing to rot. Most of the joints have long been lost, and it can only be seen from the scattered locations that they were once a whole.

The bones of his whole body are covered with dense holes and holes formed by long-term weathering. Maybe after a while, he will disintegrate into a pile of inexplicable powder and melt into the soil.

However, he moved suddenly.

To be precise, it was the last crippled knuckle on his cracked bone palm that suddenly trembled slightly without warning.

Next, his body suddenly began a strange change.

Just like going back in time, the dead bones of the whole body begin to grow and connect again, and then are re-wrapped by the flesh and blood that is quickly regenerated.

As if he felt shocked, many strange-shaped bugs that had originally entrenched his head fled out of his dark eye sockets and inverted triangular nostrils one after another in panic.

He didn't know what was happening in his body, because in his consciousness there were only turbidity that flickered and flickered, and some fragmented and incomplete thoughts.

Can't hear, can't see, can't feel, can't think.

Until the constantly growing skin finally slowly closed seamlessly around the chest, the whole disgusting process finally ended, and the vitality that had been deprived of time began to flow in this human body again.

For an instant, he heard the wind whistling over the branches and felt the coldness of the dew on the weeds.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the world he was once so familiar with but had already left.

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"Actually, I am no different from most girls, but my world cannot tolerate my sadness."

"I have been alone since my mother left."

"Because I can't own the entire chapter, I have to cherish those scattered words."

"I may be the least important person in this world."

"If I die, your story will continue, and if you die, my story will end."

Someone seems to be whispering in the ear, the voice circling, tactfully sad, reluctant and nostalgic.

"Cretti!" Thor awakened suddenly from his dream, his heart cut.

Shaking his somewhat dizzy head, he remembered that it had been more than a year since he had left the monastery, and he was now in his tomb-keeper's cabin.

The dream just now is still vivid, the content is not tortuous, a guy who seems to have been dead for a long time, suddenly resurrected because of some **** of power. It's ridiculous, but at least it looks like this.

Feeling that the soft linen lining on his body had been drenched in cold sweat from the dream, Saul smiled helplessly.

However, in the next instant, his expression suddenly froze.

wrong.

Wilderness, darkness, heavy shields, five or six people, Kletty, falling stars, and promises, some fragmentary thoughts are suddenly connected together, and the stagnant consciousness is like a temporarily cut off water flow, which has once again flowed and connected at this moment.

As if hearing thunder in a silent place, Thor looked horrified, and instantly remembered everything.

It turns out that the feeling of heart-cutting just now is all true, yes, Kletty, how is she?

Then Sol's brows furrowed deeply, but didn't I obviously stun when I met a powerful enemy in the wilderness? Why do you sleep well on the bed in your own cabin now? Is all that experience in memory a dream?

The next moment, suddenly cold sweat dripped down Thor's cheeks, because he suddenly remembered that similar things had actually happened. I was once ambushed by a zombie in my cemetery, and...to this day, it is still an unsolvable mystery.

Saul hated this feeling of indistinguishability between dreams and reality.

I patted my body and checked the whole body up and down, and found no specific pain and scars.

He pulled out the magic hourglass and took a look. Without knowing the exact time, he struggled to get out of bed, put on his clothes and rushed towards the town.

The guard who was on duty at the north gate suddenly saw Saul rushing towards him with a grim expression. He was bluffed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the sword at his waist, but Thor suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Is it the spring of 717 in the dark calendar? The first few months? What day?" Saul looked at the guard hopefully, his hoarse voice trembling a little because of excessive anticipation.

The guard rolled his eyes. He had long heard that Saul, the tomb guard, was abnormal, and even suspected to be crazy, but now that he can still ask clear questions, he shouldn't have to be classified as a dangerous enemy for the time being.

"It's the spring of 717, the second month, oh... I think about it, the obscure day of the second week of the second month. Yes, it should be correct." The guard rolled his eyes while looking at the dark sky. Gives a clear answer.

Saul let go of his hand in disbelief, and he staggered backwards, a little unsteady.

He embarked on the journey on the Holy Light Day in the first week of spring, but now it is the obscure day in the second week, and more than five days have passed.

What happened in the past time? Where did the stolen time go? Or did he sleep for five days without knowing it? Who sent himself back to the tombkeeper's hut? What's wrong with this **** world?

Suspicious, guessing, and sad, Saul walked back to his cabin sadly.

The agreement between him and Clayty is no longer in time, no, it should be said that the agreement actually passed yesterday's starfall day. He once said to Kletty that if I didn't come to the appointment, then I must be dead.

The irony now is that he is still alive, but he has missed the appointment.

Recalling the sentimental and weak look of her lying on her shoulders, her eyes full of trust and expectation, she still disappointed her after all. Saul felt the boundless anger overflowing in his chest, but there was nowhere to vent it.

After stuffing his head into the bucket and soaking it, Thor quickly returned to his senses, then immediately dressed up and embarked on the journey again that day.

The journey from Greyscreen Town to New Town was originally about five days, but Thor abruptly shortened it to three days. When he saw the lights of New Town, four days had passed since the agreed starfall day.

At the entrance of the new town, Sol was severely investigated, including his origin, identity, and purpose.

After entering the new town, Saul clearly felt the atmosphere of martial law in the town.

After a little inquiries, it is said that the Lord’s Mansion suddenly caught fire last week. The fire started from the kitchen and a certain room at the same time, but in the end no casualties were caused. And now the town is sending more people to search for it, and it seems to be looking for someone.

Quite decisive, this is no way for me to leave. Sol imagined the scene of that beautiful elf lighting a fire in his room and kitchen, and smiled comfortingly. Not hearing her being caught, this is also good news.

However, without herself, I hope her journey...Don't suffer too much, Saul thought distressedly.

Between the sixteenth and seventeenth trees on the fence of the Lord's Manor, there will no longer be a rope hanging down. Maybe Clayty has taken it away, or the trace may be detected by the searcher.

Obviously, the incident of Kletty's escape has now been placed on the table of the Lord's Mansion.

After such a big movement, Kletty should not be in the new town now. Although the new town can be regarded as a dark shelter under the lights, it is too difficult to escape the current search with such intensity.

Going directly to the station of the business traveler, Sol inquired about the caravan that had left the new town recently. There are other small towns in this territory, but the caravan to Hounds Town only visited once three days ago.

Sol thinks that the most likely direction for Kletty to escape from this territory is Hound Town, because that way leads to another territory, to the distance, and also to freedom and unknown suffering.

For the caravan three days ago, he was obviously unable to catch up with his departure at this time, but with a trace of luck in his heart, Thor rushed to Hounds Town as fast as he could.

"Girl? Don't talk about girls, I'm pretty sure there isn't even a woman in the team this time." Sol finally found the leader of the caravan who had set off three days ago in Houndstown, but the other party waved his hands with certainty.

"Hey, want women? There are too many on the street. Boy, can you stand up to your small body?" A mercenary-like man in the caravan raised his head and joked at Sol.

"Dang~" A fierce slash hit his face, the mercenary subconsciously blocked it, but the blade was instantly cut off by Thor.

"Qiang~" There was a sound of drawing swords all around.

Saul turned his head and showed a dangerous look, like a wolf standing in the lonely grass, then turned and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

In a blink of an eye, it is the third month of spring.

During this time, Thor searched all the towns in the entire territory, inquired, inquired, and searched.

However, there was no trace of Cletti. The elf girl who always dangled her calf waiting for herself in the tree, Thor knew that he couldn't find her, and might never find her.

I said I would accompany you to any place and do anything, but now, I lost you.

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