Son of the Olden Days

Sol has been chased many times in his life. He was chased by the Randy sisters in the town of Mining Gold, by the guards of the town when he was in Warmwind, and even on the streets of Liberty City, he was chased by the saint Elesa. . Of course, Sol has also tracked others for certain purposes.

If Saul tells himself, tracking is a science, and Shuggs originally discussed a lot of experience with him.

A smart tracker usually has the following points.

The first is to be faster than others, whether you are walking or running, you have to keep up, so you won't lose your goal. The second is excellent vision and a good awareness of hiding and disguising. When the target turns back alertly, either hide in time or find a way to disguise.

Among these points, the distance between the target and the target is very particular, and the speed to be maintained on different sections of the road is very particular. For example, tracking in a downtown area and tracking in a quiet alley are definitely different. But the most important point is the process of observing the target with eyes.

Human intuition is very strange, some guys with good perception, if you stare at them for a long time, it will cause the other side to be alert. Therefore, experienced trackers usually do not look at the target for a long time, but occasionally look at them to make sure that the opponent does not escape their field of vision.

Thor once heard Schugs talk about the process of a top thief tracking a cunning target.

Shuggs said with a look of yearning that the target went from the downtown to a foothold somewhere in the alley, and the purpose of the thief's mission was to find out where the target was hiding. Therefore, this journey through most of the city has become an invisible battlefield for both the pursuit and escape.

The cunning of the target is that he always looks back from time to time, just like an instinctive habit.

This will undoubtedly affect the judgment of the tracker, because you cannot be sure whether he found anything. If the person being tracked finds the stalker, if he is experienced, he may calmly take the stalker to the wrong place and escape through the back door.

Therefore, tracking also tests both sides' familiarity with the terrain and their ability to respond to changes. It is both a behavioral game and a psychological game.

However, Shuggs didn't analyze it so carefully, what made him talk about it was that. Every time the target turned back vigilantly, the thief he was tracking was almost half a street away from him, either picking fruits at a certain stall or crossing his shoulders with a passerby.

Moreover, during the tracking along the way, every time the target turned around, the attire of the thief behind him was different, and the same piece of clothing rarely appeared twice in the target's field of vision. This means that the thieves are carrying space accessories, and the speed of changing clothes must be fast.

Later, when I went to the alley area where the lights were scattered, the target still looked back from time to time, and the thieves still kept a safe distance and appeared in different clothes. So the target turned around and saw someone flirting with the Orioles at a certain door, or climbing on a high place to repair the roof.

Shuggs also listened to Saul with gusto, just listening to it can imagine the ultimate manifestation of wit, bravery and quick wit.

Today, with Thor's alertness coupled with his sixth-order perception, there are really not many people who can track themselves invisibly.

So Sol was going to pull out the tracer behind him.

At this moment, Sol was walking on a street with few pedestrians. Looking back, there was nothing unusual about every passer-by, but Sol knew that the tracker must be hiding in a blind corner of his vision, quietly peering at him. He was not in a hurry, so he turned into the lane on the side of the street.

At the first fork of the roadway, Thor turned the corner and left a blind spot for the opponent, his figure disappeared after shaking.

In terms of time, if the tracker chases into the lane, Sol can intercept the opponent's back path to catch the opponent or anti-track. As for the level of speed and strength, there is a possibility that the opponent's rank is higher than his own, but it is not great, and only the lower ranks need to be wretched.

Embarrassingly, when Sol detoured as planned and was confidently preparing to catch the opponent, the tracker disappeared.

Sol stood at the mouth of a quiet lane with his hands in his arms, thinking that there were two possibilities. One is that the other party's purpose has been achieved, so there is no need to follow. Another is that he just turned into the lane from the street, which may have alarmed the other party, so he stopped in time.

Well, count you as alert. Saul didn't feel sorry for not being able to find the tracker, and it might not be certain that he might meet again after walking a few streets. When the time comes, you can tear up a fly-scroller and fly over directly, ignoring the terrain obstacles. I don't believe you can fly.

What made Saul a little wary was that he didn't know if it was a big family who sent someone to see if he still had the return medicine in his hands. I'm afraid I can't talk about it, but being surrounded by mosquitoes all day will inevitably make me irritable. Thor pursed his lips and returned to the street.

As the road section approached the trade zone, it gradually became lively. There was a large crowd surrounded by people, and Sol also subconsciously wanted to come forward to join in the fun and see what was on sale. After squeezing into the crowd, he realized that this place was not selling, but a folk challenge.

Two oil lamps stand apart on the clearing among the crowd, highlighting a wooden stake in the middle. The stake was as high as an adult's waist, and it was close to an adult with thick arms. It stood firm on the ground, and the surrounding crowd half-enclosed the side of the street wall.

Saul glanced, turning his head to look at the speaker walking in the crowd, instantly knowing it. The young man who was talking stretched out a finger, and there was a U-shaped horseshoe dangling there. Apparently, a horseshoe ring game was being played here.

The young man beat his chest, meaning that anyone can compete with him on the horseshoe ferrule, one silver wolf once. He won the silver coin to him, and if he loses, it will be returned ten times. There is a depressed middle-aged man next to him. It seems that the young man has just won the next game.

This kind of folk game has a long history. The process of the game is to throw out the horseshoe to see if the shoe can be accurately hung into the stake. For pitchers who are good at this, the stakes are only basic, and the horseshoes need to spin on the stakes to score, and one point per turn.

At this moment, young people are undoubtedly setting up an arena for the onlookers, and then determine the win or lose through the scoring of the game, thereby winning coins.

People in this era are no strangers to this kind of game that has been played since childhood, but not many can play well.

Sol stood by and watched the young man win the two challengers, which was very interesting. Even if he plays on his own, it is estimated that he will not be the opponent of the young man. This is to be practiced, unless after many years of precision training, the ninth rank is useless.

Just in the noise of the onlookers, Saul pursed his mouth and turned his head calmly, and the sense of peeping from before appeared again.

Turning his head, he happened to see a guy in a black robe near a stall not far away, pretending to be standing there and picking goods, but his gaze would quietly squint at himself from time to time. Thor suddenly turned his head, just to meet the gaze from under his hood.

The wide brim of the hood blocked his expression and vision very well, making it difficult to see. It's just that almost at the same time when Sol and his eyes met, he suddenly turned around and ran away. Is this... a showdown? Thor raised his eyebrows, and could only step up to catch up.

The two rushed on the street one after another. After some passers-by avoided, they turned around and turned back.

There are enough lunatics in this world, and adding two more is not something worthy of attention.

Although Saul was chasing him wildly, he was a little confused after chasing him, and he always felt as if something was wrong. This guy was so fascinating before, he couldn't catch his tail. Why was he exposed so quickly this time, as stupid as the mule brother, did he change his name?

In a small civilian courtyard far away in the south, a mule and horse shook their hair and snorted inexplicably.

"Rely~" I suspect that someone is scolding me, but I don't have any evidence.

In terms of speed, Thor is faster than that black robe, and the distance between the two sides is constantly shortening. But Sol was very cautious in chasing him. He suspected that the other party seemed to have deliberately appeared to lure him. It was possible that a good man was already ambushing at the end of the flight, and he only waited for Sol to get there.

Saul is not afraid of the scene of a big man. He is just a little confused. What is the purpose of the other party?

The black robe glanced at Sol by turning around the corner. It seemed that he could not escape, and began to drill into the dark alley.

Suddenly speeding up, Sol's several steps quickly approached, seeing that the outstretched hand was about to grab the back of the opponent's skirt.

Saul smiled suddenly and changed to a posture with his hands stretched forward. Then forced his speed to push the opponent, his hands wrapped around the opponent's waist and crossed his chest to confine the opponent. This posture can pull the opponent down, throw it over, or pick it up and drop it on the ground.

But Saul didn't make it that complicated. He just stretched out two paws and squeezed the plump parts of the opponent's chest.

No way, the position of the palm is so good, everything is just probability.

"Yeah~!" Unexpectedly, an exclamation rang out in the lane, and I don't know if she was pinched or shy. The whole person called her and jumped off the ground, but unfortunately he couldn't jump out of Saul's arms.

In fact, he had guessed just now when he was close to the fifth-tier who sensed the other party, well, it turned out to be the fifth-tier Lubiana, the purple-skinned mushroom who likes to collect stories. Saul suddenly pulled the small shiitake mushrooms and pressed them on the wall, putting his hands on both sides of her head.

"What are you running?"

"What are you chasing?"

"Of course I have to chase you when you run!"

"Of course you have to run after me!"

Sol's eyes twitched, and she was amused instantly. Back then, I met the dark goblin Igrit at the entrance of the Vampire Cave. There was also a chase and escape, and there was also such a mentally retarded conversation, but now it has been replaced by another mentally retarded child.

"Speaking of things, haven't you already left the territory? Why are you still?" Sol looked at Lubiana playfully.

"I'm looking for something to do with you."

"Why don't you come directly to the door if you have something to do with me? What kind of **** stalking trick?" Saul suspiciously.

"I want to see... if I can discover more of your secrets." Lubiana explained.

"What's the secret? What do you want me to do? You'd better say it quickly before I do more bad things." Sol was amused.

"I'm here to make a deal with you." Lubiana replied.

"Deal? Didn't I tell you my story? Life is here, what else do you want to hear?" Saul frowned.

"This time it's not a story, but a physical transaction." Lubiana took out an old book from her arms as she spoke.

She turned the book directly to the last page.

Saul's eyes condensed for an instant, because on the last page, there was an unknown ancient map.

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