Enlightenment Continent, Dawn Town on the East China Sea Coast, Shengxiang Farm.
Little Sam ran out of the farmer's room in a hurry. His face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he seemed to have lost his mind.
It wasn't until he bumped into the wine maid at the corner that he came back to his senses.
"Little Sam? How did you get into the manor? Don't you know that the master hates slaves running in..." Before the wine maid could finish her words, she suddenly froze and looked straight at Little Sam's eyes.
hand.
A large amount of blood stains covered little Sam's elbows, sleeves, and then his palms.
The wine maid looked at Little Sam in disbelief, then looked in the direction where Little Sam was running, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "You, you are..."
"I...I didn't mean it." Little Sam looked a little panicked, waved away the maid's hand, and ran outside.
Not long after little Sam ran away, he clearly heard the scream of the wine maid.
"I didn't mean to kill him, no, he was forcing me." Little Sam repeated in his mouth, when he rushed out of the manor gate and looked at the vast farm outside and the herdsmen coming and going.
, his eyes suddenly became darker: "No, if you go out like this now, you will be discovered. I need to calm down."
"Kill him, kill that beast, I will definitely die if I am caught. I have to get out of here."
Little Sam took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, took off his blood-stained coat and threw it into the cesspit. He walked to the bucket nearby and washed the blood off his hands.
Then he walked outside pretending as if nothing had happened.
Along the way, many people saw little Sam, and some people noticed that little Sam was pale and asked a few questions, but he dismissed them all because he was tired.
It wasn't until he was almost near the farm gate that noises and shouts of arrests could be heard from behind.
There were few people in front of little Sam. He didn't look back to see the situation and ran outside without hesitation.
He was very lucky. The guard at the farm gate had not received the news yet and the guard did not stop him, allowing him to rush to the wild path.
After running all the way through the dense forest, little Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
But not long after he relaxed, he became vigilant again. Because he looked back and found that he had trampled many dead branches along the way, without a coat to cover them, and there were blood marks on his arms, and there were red marks on the ground from time to time.
"You will definitely be discovered by those who are following you." Little Sam: "Don't stop, keep running."
Little Sam continued to run towards the deep forest, and this time he began to pay attention to trying not to leave any traces.
While running, little Sam thought to himself: "Although that beast is just a farmer, the nobles in the town often go to the manor to have private meetings with him. The nobles may also be involved in that matter. So I can't go back to the town.
The Sheriff must be on the same page as that beast, I must stay away from Liming Town...it's best to leave the Yinyun Principality as well."
"But where should I go?" Little Sam asked, "What should I do in the future?"
Little Sam didn't want to think about the future, but he killed someone, and he killed the farmer as a slave. Even if he had an inside story, he wouldn't win anyone's sympathy. He has no place in the Yinyun Principality.
Already.
There is only one way to escape. But even if he escapes to other countries, he has no identity and still bears the stamp of slavery on his body. There may be no place in the entire Apocalypse Continent.
Is he going to escape overseas? But how can he escape?
The future seems bleak. All this is because of killing the farmer, but if he is not killed, he will die.
A hopeless future is better than eternal annihilation, right? Little Sam said to himself.
"No matter what, I just want to live." Little Sam didn't dare to think about the future, because if he really thought about the hopeless future, he was worried that he would be convinced by death.
Little Sam now only wanted to leave, rush out of the woods, take the path to White Bay, and then go around the strait to other countries.
After running for about six or seven hours, Little Sam came to a hill when the curtain of night had opened. Looking back on the mountainside, he saw the faint light of torches in the forest in the distance, although he could not see what the torches represented.
He didn't know anyone, but he vaguely heard the night wind bringing the barking of dogs in the distance.
Detection dogs raised by the town's Knight Guards!
Little Sam stared fiercely at the distant fire, exhaled a breath, turned around and ran towards the other side.
He hadn't eaten anything and was too hungry to run, but he didn't dare to stop.
But even so, little Sam already vaguely knew in his heart that he probably wouldn't be able to escape. He couldn't avoid the sharp nose of the detection dog... He would be caught up in half an hour at most.
But even though he knew the result, little Sam still wanted to try. Maybe he could find a river ahead to wash away the smell.
But no, little Sam saw no river.
The noise was beginning to be vaguely heard in his ears, and little Sam was almost desperate in his heart.
Little Sam even thought about finding a cliff to commit suicide... At least, it would be better than being tortured in custody or even being sacrificed.
But he doesn't want to die, he still wants to live.
But is there still a chance? Little Sam shouted, questioned, and prayed hopelessly in his heart. He really didn't want to end his life like this. He was not willing to die when he became a slave, let alone now.
Little Sam kept running forward with his last spark of hope burning.
But fate seemed to be against him. Although the dark night gave him a certain degree of hiding ability, it also made him ignore the obstacles on the ground. He tripped over a dead branch, and most importantly, his ankle...
Twisted.
Feeling the stagnation in the wind, little Sam finally despaired this time.
"Hey, why is this a forest? The road sign is wrong?"
Just as little Sam was looking hopelessly at the brilliant starry sky that might be the last time he saw it, waiting for the death sentence, he heard a voice coming from his ears.
There was obviously no one around, but the sound came from somewhere.
Little Sam was lying on the ground, trying his best to raise his head and look at the source of the sound.
At some point, a red-haired man who looked a little undisciplined was walking out of the forest.
The red-haired man clearly saw himself.
Little Sam could clearly see that the man's golden eyes suddenly lit up under the moonlight and he walked towards him.
"This forest is still so lively at night." The red-haired man muttered as he looked into the distance, walked to little Sam, squatted down, and glanced at his legs: "Hey, kid. You look very good.
It’s not good, my ankles are swollen.”
"So, if you answer a question from uncle, uncle will help you with treatment?"
Without waiting for Little Sam to agree, the red-haired man asked directly: "This should be the Apocalypse Continent, right?"
Little Sam had not yet come to his senses and nodded subconsciously.
"Fortunately, it didn't shift too much." The red-haired man's eyes brightened: "Then do you know how far away from the Central Empire is? Or is this the Central Empire?"
…
Little Sam felt as if he had experienced a dream.
It was clear that he was in danger, and he even began to despair at the cruelty of fate. He did not expect that at this last moment, there would be a dramatic reversal.
No, it's too bland to say it's dramatic, it should be a magical turn.
The reason why little Sam thinks this way is because he is in an extremely magical scene now.
Above his head was the bright starry sky, surrounded by thin light clouds, and under his feet was a dream craft sailing in the sky.
When little Sam was a very young boy, he rode in an exquisite carriage and herded a giant eagle that was said to be rideable when it grew up. But he never thought that the small boat floating in the river would one day fly to
Heaven.
Moreover, this small boat called Gondola is as beautiful as a work of art in a fairy tale.
The person who created such a fairy tale dream was the red-haired man he met before. It was also because of him that he was able to escape from the desperate crisis.
But this way of escaping made little Sam feel like it was a dream.
"Kid, let me confirm again. Do you really know the direction of Saint Syme City in the Central Empire? It's wrong to lie. Your nose will grow longer." The red-haired man looked at little Syme with suspicion.
Little Sam is too young, he looks about twelve or three years old. A child of this age has probably never left the local town, so how can he know the location of the overlord country?
"I didn't lie, I really know, because I... I used to live in Saint Syme City." After finishing speaking, Little Syme touched his nose with some fear, thinking to himself: Why would the other party say that he was lying?
Long nose? Could it be that he was like a witch in a fairy tale, and the other party put a curse on him?
"Oh?" The red-haired man looked deeply into little Sam's eyes. After a while, he nodded: "You are telling the truth."
"Since you really know where Saint Syme City is and are willing to take me there as a guide, then the deal is done." After the red-haired man finished speaking, he extended his index finger and pointed at little Syme's ankle.
Little Sam immediately felt that his ankle, which was still swollen and painful, suddenly became cool, and soon all the pain disappeared.
To be continued...