Son of the Olden Days

Brett's group did not go too long, and soon everyone drove to the undercurrent village in a carriage.

The name of this village is a bit strange, perhaps because there happens to be a diversion of an unnamed river around the village. Then it may be from the wisdom of the predecessors, dug a circle of rivers around the village, and finally it has the appearance of a moat.

The disadvantage of such an environment is that it will be troublesome to expand if the population of the village grows. The advantage is that the river channel that has been dug around the village has a certain depth and width, which indeed brings a certain degree of protection to the small village.

In addition to the protection of the river, there is a circle of thick wooden fences erected around the village. The two entrances and exits of the village are guarded by villagers. People who come and go rely on two small wooden pontoons on the river to enter and exit.

Considering the load-bearing problem of the wooden pontoon, the carriage stopped at the periphery of the village, and then everyone began to unload the cargo to reduce the weight of the carriage. Saul slumped in the crowd and helped by the way.

Today's village is obviously very lively, as if some festival is ushering in.

The unloaded goods were quickly counted and sorted under the light of torches, and then divided into the hands of each household according to the number. The faces of the families who were assigned the things were filled with simple joyful smiles.

After the distribution of materials, those who went out this time would inevitably brag about the dangers they encountered on the road, and Brett also took this opportunity to solemnly introduce Sol to the villagers about his righteous act of helping him halfway.

It felt embarrassing for Sol to stand there facing everyone's gaze. Brett seemed to be very deliberate in portraying Sol to be a brave man in the wilderness, but Sol, a filthy and tattered beggar, could not stand up as a brave.

After being cursed, Thor received his black coat in the ring. He usually wears only the same crude linen clothes as ordinary poor people, so that he can get around in the ragged alleys all day long.

Nowadays, all parts of the clothes have been worn out and threaded, and with Sol’s greasy, knotted hair, he looks like a professional tramp.

After the initial brief astonishment, the villagers cast their friendly and understanding eyes on Sol. Since he is a brave man, he must be a little different from ordinary people. After all, shabby is also a style!

After the excitement, the villagers dispersed to their homes, but Brett held Thor and dragged him to his home forcibly. Sol was a little uncomfortable with this enthusiasm and could only thank him for being towed away like a piece of cargo.

Brett's brother Luke carried the supplies belonging to the family on his body, followed silently behind him, silently showing his muscles.

The whole village is obviously small in size. I saw a lot of people just now, but in fact there are only about ten families in total.

The total population adds up to about dozens of people, and it is said that this has been the case in recent decades. After all, the difficulties faced by small villages of this size are more and more difficult than those of large towns.

When it arrived, Brett’s home consisted of several connected wooden houses with triangular hay roofs, much like Thor’s original architectural pattern often seen in Gray Screen. However, the roof of Brett's house is obviously repaired frequently, and it does not seem to be dilapidated.

Brett's brother Luke and his family live next door. The two families usually live together, and they eat and live together. After entering the house, Brett handed Sol to his wife Lena, and asked Lena to take Sol to take a good wash.

"Who are you?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl looked at Saul puzzledly with big eyes shining.

This girl is Brett's daughter, and at first glance she belongs to a hybrid of Irene and Anne Baez.

Like Irene, it's the kind of wildness, simplicity and innocence that peculiar to country girls.

Like Anne Baez, it’s because when Sol saw her she was carrying a thin-blade thin sword and beating the scarecrow in a circle of wooden fences on the side of her house. Sol could clearly feel her first step. Breath.

"Hello, you can call me Sol." To the girl's question, Sol briefly introduced himself.

"Do you know how to use a sword?" The girl blinked again with her big eyes seeing the sword behind Thor.

"No, I usually carry scary people on my back." Saul smiled perfunctorily, and finally successfully blocked the chat topic.

In the girl's disgusting gaze, Saul was taken to the wood room on the side of the family by Mrs. Lena, and hot water was quickly heated, and then Saul comfortably soaked in the tub. It wasn't until Mrs. Lena came to knock on the door that he woke up embarrassingly from his sleep.

Dressed up and came to the main hall, the hot food on the table was smelling. Strictly speaking, it was late at night at this time, and I don't know whether this table is a dinner or a midnight snack.

When Sol arrived, the table was already very lively. After all, the two Brett brothers lived together and both had their own families.

Brett has a wife, Lena, and a girl who just despised herself, and Luke also has a wife and two children, a fifteen or six-year-old daughter, and a ten-year-old boy.

It is the first time that so many people gather at a table to eat Sol, and it is inevitable that they are a little uncomfortable.

It turned out that there were similar scenes in the days in the monastery. Many orphans huddled together to eat, but the theme was always to quickly grab the food in the dining basket. Then gobbled it down and then stared at others' hands to see if there was a chance to grab another wave.

The two families smiled and introduced Sol to each other at the dinner table. It seemed to add a sense of formality, but it always felt like welcoming a new family member, which made Sol feel very awkward.

"Lucia." The girl who disliked herself just now held the spoon to her mouth, pulled her long hair away so as not to rub the soup, and didn't even look at Sol when she introduced herself and even owed her eyes. This is Sol. Familiar style.

As for Luke's house, besides Luke himself, there are also his wife Wendy, daughter Martha and son Wilson.

There are no unnecessary rules in the life of this ordinary civilian family, so everyone at the table has a lively chat while having a meal.

"Are you alone in the wilderness? I mean are there any teammates and companions?" Brett asked Sol during the meeting.

"No,...well, for some reason, I've always been alone." Sol thought for a while to answer, and didn't mention his adventure at all. Since he was cursed, all the plans are meaningless, and the hard life is the core.

"Will you be interested in joining our adventure team? My brother Luke and I are currently in the team, as well as two other Tier 1 professionals in the village. My daughter Lucia occasionally squeezes into the team. ."

"But her half-bucket of martial arts is too rough, and people are often frizzy, not as steady and decisive as you. So I hope you can join the team, you are about the same age, usually you can help me stare at her. , Guide her by the way."

Brett first said one sentence, and after thinking about it, he added another sentence. As soon as the voice fell, his daughter's eyes were rolled.

Squeeze into the line? Half a bucket of water is rough and frizzy? Is this really your biological daughter? Lucia suddenly felt very sad. Soon she suddenly turned her head and stared at Saul again, with the expression on your face that you dare to promise me to kill you.

Unexpectedly, his fierce and crazy killing behavior turned into a steady and decisive in Brett's mouth, and he seemed to be targeted by a certain girl suddenly, which made Saul feel very innocent.

I have been wandering in the wilderness for more than two months, and that kind of life is undoubtedly difficult.

Although Sol also wanted to stay somewhere for a while to take a breather, but now his first thing is to live, so he may no longer have the right to hope for life and adventure.

At present, his physical condition is very unstable, and Thor doesn't know if his curse will worsen, or what other changes will happen. He wasn't even sure if he could live or how long he could live.

In such a situation, if you want to do something with others, it is likely to cause trouble to others, and you will also be troublesome.

Just when Sao Er was about to open her mouth to decline, Brett suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Young people don't worry too much, it's so decided, you first live in our house."

"I have just cleaned up the utility room and put a ready-made bed. The living environment may not be ideal, and the bed is Lucia’s old bed, which may be a bit small for you. Try to see if you can make do with it."

"Father! Why should I give my bed to this... a guy with a bird's nest head?" Lucia immediately complained.

"I have the final say based on this house, and now Sol is a guest of our house, I hope you can show the generous and polite side of a girl." Brett waved his hands with bulging eyes.

"This is not a question of being generous and stingy. I...I've slept in..., can't...." Lucia's face flushed and she finally looked like a girl, but it was a pity that the more she talked, the smaller her voice did not cause anything. People's attention.

Seeing that the dust settled, Lucia could only turn her head and stare at Saul in anger. It seemed that the young girl who had given her a new nickname had a deep grievance against herself.

Thor has long understood that a girl is a creature that can't be easily provoked, but the problem is that he hasn't provoked either? He was already an honest man, and he didn't think that bad luck would be inevitable in the end, and Sol felt very sad.

Being interrupted in this way, Saul couldn't say what he originally wanted to decline. But think about it first. Anyway, I originally planned to stay in the village for two or three days to replenish the supplies. Then thank Bret again.

"Hey! Boy, although you are a Tier 2 and seem to be stronger than me, don't be too proud. Your strength is only one aspect. Men fight in various ways, whether in the wilderness or in bed. Now, To pick up your glass, we must first divide the victory."

Brett's brother Luke had apparently drunk a lot, suddenly raised his hand to hook Saul's shoulder, and brought her hand over the jar, while her wife Wendy blushed and pinched him desperately.

Sol could only hold up his jar humbly, and after drinking with Luke, he had another drink with Bret.

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