The wind outside the house poured into the house through the gap in the wooden window. Although it was early summer, it was still evening, and the temperature was not too low, Brutus felt that the wind was blowing colder than the northwest wind that had lasted for nine consecutive winters.
Life is like this, with ups and downs - downs and downs.
Fortunately, the characters in this book are not in the language of the Kingdom of Loma, and they are written in such a way that it is difficult to distinguish. Fortunately, Lorenzo can only rely on a dictionary to translate Loma script and this unknown language, and it happened that in the past few days,
All the dictionaries are with him...
Brutus felt that the manuscript in his hand was a hot potato, and he could not resolve the matter hastily.
"The village chief knows what I have put in my bag. If they are still there, at least there is room for mediation. If these two books are gone, then the problem will be more difficult. As a foreigner, my identity is easy to be suspected. If the manuscript is inexplicable,
Wouldn’t it be easier to do bad things if you disappeared?”
Brutus secretly cursed his predecessor for being unprofessional. He just became a spy and recorded everything in writing. Wasn't he afraid that he would not expose his secrets?
He carefully checked the condition of the manuscript. Although he could not tell the specific paper used, he could clearly feel the difference between the paper used in this book and the dictionary given by Lorenzo. The paper of this book felt tactile.
It's much smoother to rise. In this way, it is undoubtedly a whimsical thing to want to change the pillars.
There are still a few quills and ink in the backpack, but it is impossible to leave traces of smearing on them. That would tell others that there is something wrong with the smeared areas.
Brutus frowned and thought carefully about the countermeasures. Suddenly, he suddenly thought of Lorenzo's previous words: "All your things are here. I took out the few clothes inside when they got damp."
It’s been in the sun for a while.”
"Yes, since the clothes are damp, it should be common sense for the books to be damp." Although he still felt that something was wrong, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible. He didn't know when the tax official would come to the village. If
If you want to investigate yourself, then these two books will naturally not escape inspection.
He quickly flipped through the entire manuscript, memorizing as much information as possible about the towns closest to Laxius Village, and then threw the entire book into the bucket.
After more than ten minutes, he picked up the book from the bucket. Then he threw the map in, but this time he picked up the book as soon as it entered the water.
After confirming that the handwriting in the manuscript was completely blurred, a big stone in Brutus's heart finally fell to the ground.
The next step is to make a reasonable arrangement for his identity. He believes that in the world of swords and magic, the most common and most suitable profession to conceal one's identity is adventurer.
As a model of flexible employment, this industry can be said to be one where you can be singled out to kill a god, and at the bottom you can be beaten by a group of goblins. The upper limit is extremely high and the lower limit is extremely low. Naturally, you need to bring a local map with you when wandering around. Exquisite weapons and clothes are also acceptable.
, the manuscript is a record of my own experiences during the journey...
Brutus thought carefully about it again and felt that there should be no problem. He also made up a few common fighting scenes in other worlds. As long as he didn't check carefully, there shouldn't be any mistakes.
"So, I am an adventurer." He breathed a sigh of relief, spread the two books on the table and waited to dry, then blocked the air vent with his backpack, lay on the bed and began to think about life.
"An arrow hit the knee, and an arrow hit the back." Brutus was in a daze for not knowing how long, but suddenly thought of this, sat up again, lifted his trousers to his thigh and checked around, but
No wounds were found.
"The medical level in the small village is so terrifying. Even wounds can be healed quickly, right?"
He became more and more certain that he had a set of armor. According to the average level of his luggage, the quality should be very good, otherwise it would be impossible to save his life.
But Brutus didn't want to dwell on this matter now. Now he knew why something was wrong before. Not long after he lay down in the bushes, his backpack actually got damp, and only his clothes got damp.
It's not scientific unless it's reasonable.
"It's fine to collect hush money." Brutus shook his head helplessly, "Besides, I don't know how to wear it now."
Since Lorenzo did not mention this matter, it means that there is indeed room for maneuver in this matter. You have to see whether you are stupid or not... and after thinking about it a little, since the kingdom is divided into nobles, citizens, and free people,
, and presumably slaves, it is compulsory for citizens to perform military service...
"Then it should also be a citizen's obligation to prepare one's own weapons." Brutus continued to think along this line of thought, "In terms of property division, how much property one has and what kind of weapons one has to prepare. In other words, the quality of the weapons represents the financial resources of the family.
....”
"Regardless of whether the actual ownership is your own, whether you can afford the cost of maintenance, can the property level be improved as long as you have it?" Brutus felt that this seemed a bit ridiculous, but it was still within a reasonable range.
"But you can also think about it in another way - good martial arts can only increase the probability that others will die first, while good armor can increase the probability that you will not die." He didn't know much about the specific military, and as a political enthusiast, he didn't know much about military affairs.
I can only think like this.
So no matter what, he couldn't change the fact that his armor was used as hush money. The pessimists only saw that he lost his armor, while the optimists saw that he still kept his life, well, and a few pieces of luggage.
...
It is not too cold in Larkhuis Village at night in early summer, and the coolness brought by the breeze is suitable for sleeping. But in a house with air leakage everywhere, it is indeed very painful to fall asleep, not to mention the constant noise outside the house.
There are insects and mosquitoes in the house.
Brutus tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep: "I seriously suspect that the main reason why I joined the gang is that, as an adventurer, I can't stand a bad environment."
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...one thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight sheep. It's not working anymore. If I can't sleep, I really can't sleep."
He sat up from the bed, lit the oil lamp, put on his shoes and lingered by the bed for a while, then decided to go out for a walk. But as soon as he opened the door, the dark environment outside made him shrink back.
Still want to take a walk in the dark? It’s a dream. If you’re not afraid of falling and being seriously injured, you can give it a try.
Brutus missed the infirmary very much now, at least there was no air leakage there. He didn't take off his shoes, just lying on the bed in a daze, thinking about his past modern life, and the memories were running through his mind like a slideshow.
I lived my life looking at flowers, but was shattered by the memory of my current monotonous life.
Days like this seem to be visible to the end at a glance, and the future is just like the environment outside the house, dark and bleak.
"Maybe I really should be an adventurer?" He was thinking so wildly that he fell asleep at some point.