After entering midsummer, the weather became hotter and hotter. After noon, almost no one was seen outside Laxius Village. Everyone was hiding in the house, relying on cattail fans and the breeze blowing from the west side of the village from time to time to protect themselves from the heat.
Hot to death.
But two people can still be seen in the open land by the river bank, one is Marcus who is practicing swordsmanship, and the other is Fabrice who supervises him.
Fabrice sat under a tree trunk, taking advantage of the shade to avoid the blazing sun, while Marcos had the misfortune to sweat in the hot sun.
Meeting the forest goddess sounds very exciting, but in fact it is only pain and suffering - you can see now that everyone else is recuperating from the summer, but he is the only one who has to be supervised and trained by Fabrice in this hottest spot. It is completely a kind of
It feels like practicing to death if you can’t practice to death.
The people in the village would not simply regard a thirteen-year-old child as the goddess's favor simply because of his words. They usually just took more care of him, and the gossip about their family disappeared unknowingly.
The other children would only think that he was very lucky. After a long time, they found that even if he had blessings, it seemed that it was nothing special. Everyone still had one nose and two eyes. At most, it was used as a talking point for bragging.
For Marcos, it seems that the biggest benefit is that his body has developed better. In more than half a month, his height has increased from 1.5 meters to 1.6 meters.
Mayor Lorenzo and Brutus were very interested in Marcus's experience. One was curious about whether the forest goddess had any oracles, and the other was curious about the appearance of the forest goddess... There was no oracle.
There is only one word for beauty in appearance.
"Marcus and Fabrice are probably practicing by the river again." Brutus sat at the table and yawned. He stopped the pen in his hand and carefully looked at the manuscript he had just completed, "Maybe this
The child now regrets saying that he saw the forest goddess, after all, his happy childhood is gone forever."
The manuscript on the table was the mathematics textbook he had just finished - the super basic edition, which was capable of solving linear equations of two variables. Brutus didn't know what content he should put in it, so he simply put what he still remembered.
, I thought it was easy to just write it all down.
"I wonder if they will complain that this person is sick when they deal with the problem of pumping and draining water." Brutus laughed when he thought of this funny thing.
After confirming that there should be no problem, he closed the manuscript and checked his luggage to make sure that nothing was left behind.
He planned to leave tomorrow morning, and the village chief had already settled all his wages to him, but most of them were in kind.
Dry food for the road, necessary changes of clothes, shoes, tents for accommodation, etc., basically everything he needed on the road was prepared for him, and a pack horse from the village was also prepared for him.
As a result, he had less money, so Lorenzo gave him fifty-five copper lats, which he said was enough to stay in a hotel in the town for two months - just to stay.
Brutus felt that this arrangement was very reasonable and he was very satisfied. After all, it would cost a lot of money to prepare the pile of luggage himself, and he couldn't find a place to buy it yet.
"I've been here for almost two months without realizing it." Brutus calculated the time and found it should be forty-six days, one and a half months. "To be honest, I really don't want to leave."
But he was just saying this, he still had to leave. Brutus felt that since he came to the world of swords and magic, it would be a pity not to embark on an adventure he had dreamed of.
I've been a salted fish for long enough, it's time to go out and have a look.
"As for the plan, it's as I thought before." Brutus stretched out and took out the atlas and another manuscript. This manuscript recorded his plan. "First go to Tart.
Ask the Adventure Guild in Zhenna to register as an adventurer and see what tasks are available."
"To be honest, the drawings on this map are really bad. There is no scale and no contour lines. Even if you lower the requirements enough to be able to see it, there is nothing except a few drawn roads and a few place names."
Brutus thought he might have to draw one himself, but after careful consideration he decided to annotate it in the atlas - after all, he didn't want to be thought of as half a million for getting a better map, even though his original identity was
Coming...
The town of Tatto is northwest of Laxius Village. It takes five days to travel, or one and a half days if you ride lightly on horseback. The road is basically plain, and the road between the two places has just been renovated a few years ago.
The next time he spent was to continue correcting the errors and omissions in his textbook. He also wrote down some geography knowledge that he still remembered. As for the matter of physical and chemical life, he didn't need to think about it, because he had already forgotten it...
"Dong dong dong." A knock on the door came.
"Please come in." Brutus raised his head and glanced at the person, "Chief Lorenzo, what do you want from me?"
"Are you leaving tomorrow morning?"
"Yes."
"You can take that spear and leave."
Brutus knew that the village chief was talking about the Spear of Laxius. He hesitated for a moment: "But isn't this the weapon that has been handed down in the village of Laxius to this day? I am a stranger..."
"Remember what I said before?" The village chief explained calmly, "People bring prestige to weapons. It doesn't matter where they are placed. What matters is who uses them."
"Personally, I don't want to hand it over to you. To put it bluntly, it's because I hate you."
Brutus looked at the village chief. He had never heard the village chief say anything about him - most of the other villagers had heard a few words, which were similar to "You are a good man."
"But out of the village chief's responsibility and compliance with the inheritance rules, and as a member of Laxius Village." Village Chief Lorenzo's voice did not contain any emotion, "Thank you for what you have done for Laxius Village, Ando
Brutus."
"On behalf of the village of Laxius, I will give you the Spear of Laxius. I hope you will not let it gather dust."
Brutus stood up and nodded seriously: "Although my abilities are limited, I will do my best."
After entering midsummer, Brutus arranged the class after dinner to avoid the hot weather.
He sat under the shade of a tree and looked at the children who were immersed in doing math problems. He didn't know if he should speak better. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that the children had finished solving the problems.
"Ah, sorry, I was thinking about something just now."
"Mr. Brutus, are you ready to leave?" the children asked, expecting a negative answer from him.
Brutus glanced at the faces of more than fifty children. He suddenly felt a little nervous facing their gazes. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Yes."
The children were predictably disappointed, and some even shed tears. Marcus took out a wooden bottle from his pocket and ran over and handed it to Brutus.
"What is this?" Brutus took the bottle curiously.
"This contains the four-leaf clovers we collected and our wishes for Mr. Brutus. We hope it can bring you good luck."
It turned out that they were preparing for this before... Brutus understood now.
"Thank you all, I will cherish the fruits of your efforts."
"Well, I plan to leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning. If you want to see me off, I will wait for you at the entrance of the village."
But I think you will wait for me first... Brutus thought to himself.
"Children, this is the last lesson I teach you. I hope you can continue to study. The time spent with you will be unforgettable for me. Everyone, we are destined to meet again."
Brutus stood up and left the riverside with a low cry without looking back, leaving his classroom here.