The blade of the dagger slashed across the robber boy's neck, leaving a conspicuous blood mark.
"Ah! I'm going to die!" The robber boy shouted in horror, "Brother, I'm going to die! I can feel myself bleeding!"
The robber boss and Brutus both looked at the fussing robber boy speechlessly. This guy's acting skills were too exaggerated...but maybe he really acted in his true colors?
Brutus looked at the blood on the dagger, took out a piece of linen cloth and wiped it clean: "Killing is a psychologically burdensome thing. I have never killed anyone, and I don't plan to kill anyone yet."
He put the dagger back into the scabbard and looked at the bandit boss: "But it seems too easy to let you go so simply. What do you think I should do?"
The robber boss rolled his eyes and said, "How about the two of us working for you?"
"Do you think it's possible?" Brutus was almost amused. Who would think of taking two robbers out for fear of living too long?
"Forget it, after thinking about it, I'll just leave you here to fend for yourself. Your feet are not tied anyway. If you can get to a populated area and be released by them, you'll be lucky.
"
He had retracted all four javelins before - this was very simple, as long as you remembered the direction in which to throw them, you could find them, but it was a bit difficult to pull them out from the trunk.
Brutus packed his bags, took the packhorse and left here, continuing his journey.
"Brother, what should we do now?" The younger brother looked at his boss, "I feel like I am still bleeding. Will I die here?"
"Shut up!" The robber boss finally couldn't stand this guy any longer. He stood up from the ground with great difficulty, "Of course I'm going to find a way to get rid of the rope in my hand now."
"I will definitely seek revenge on those people in the future!" The robber boss announced to his younger brother. It would have been more powerful if there was no sound of his stomach growling...
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Brutus wiped the sweat from his head with his hand. He felt that he had to find a water source as soon as possible to replenish his drinking water, and also wipe his body to cool down a little.
Although he filled all the water bags provided by the four villages before leaving, and he still had one he brought with him, he had already finished two of them now.
"I may have overestimated my ability to travel in the hot afternoon, and underestimated the impact of such weather on people." He put his hands on his eyes and looked up at the sky, "It's really too hot, even in
This all-round heat can be felt even under the shade of trees.
There were a lot of clouds in the sky, but even if there were a few that drifted over to block the sun, the temperature was still so hot. However, Brutus saw a few dark clouds, and he suspected that it would probably rain later.
It didn't seem to rain much near Laxius. He had been in the village for almost 50 days, but he had only seen it rain once, and it was very light.
"I don't know if there is a rain god or something like that. If believing in him can make it rain here, then you might as well consider believing in it." Brutus felt that in such a hot environment, it would be inappropriate to believe in a god in order not to die from the heat.
It can be seriously considered.
The leaves in the backpack flickered, seeming to condemn Brutus's thoughts, but it was obviously impossible for this guy to see it.
He thought of the "Heavens' Protection Chart". If he believed in enough gods, would it mean that he could become the most naughty... But after thinking about it, he knew that this was impossible.
, now holding this idea is already a kind of tolerance without incurring divine punishment.
Brutus could clearly see that the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be gathering bigger and bigger. He suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to rain now. He could still walk in the hot environment, but if he was on a muddy road,
He will go crazy.
He stopped and led the packhorse to find a slightly higher spot, then quickly set up an awning between two trees, then took out a folding chair and sat down to rest.
Regardless of whether it will rain or not, it's time to rest now, so it won't be troublesome to make more preparations.
Brutus took out a map and a manuscript. The content in the manuscript was just memorized today. He recorded the geographical environment and plants he found along the way in Roman script - it sounded very technical.
Content, in fact, the most written words are woods, woods and woods. Plants only describe the color, shape and size.
After all, he is not Shennong, so he would like to try unknown plants by himself...
This thing sounds very boring, but there is nothing else to entertain you along the way, and it will be even more boring if you don't do these things.
"I don't know if anything big will happen if we let those two comedians go." Brutus was making notes on the map while thinking about his approach, "But since these two are so funny, I guess
Without any threat, there can't be anyone more unlucky than them."
"Besides, maybe one day they will be killed by a passing caravan or by young men returning home after serving in the army." Brutus closed the atlas.
He touched his neck: "Human beings are so fragile. A scratch or stab with just a little force can result in serious injury or death."
"If you stab the body with a dagger or make a cut, if the position is wrong, it will spray all over you..."
"You can't treat murder as something you can just write on a piece of paper." Brutus shook his head and glanced at the spear hanging on the packhorse, "You can't treat it as something that can be done.
The first choice will make your psychology more and more distorted."
Brutus recalled the blood marks on the robber boy's neck: "Blood is blood. Human blood will not turn green. This is an objective fact that cannot be changed or distorted."
"Boom -" A thunder interrupted Brutus' thoughts. He looked up at the sky, which was already covered with dark clouds.
The leaves above his head rustled, first a few raindrops fell on the awning, and then it quickly turned into a heavy downpour. Brutus looked at the heavy rain in front of him in a daze.
"I don't know if those two unlucky guys can find a place to take shelter from the rain." He shrugged, sitting on the chair and continuing to be in a daze.
"The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading." Brutus suddenly thought of the children in Laxius Village, "It's a pity that now I can only hear the sound of wind and rain, and I don't know what those little guys are doing."
The summer rainstorm came and went quickly. After ten minutes, the sudden rainstorm stopped completely. Everything returned to the sunny state before, with only the water droplets falling from the trees from time to time and the muddy ground under Brutus' feet.
Proving the existence of previous heavy rains.
Brutus glanced at the ground at his feet with a headache, patted his head, packed his things and continued on his way.
"The rainwater here should be drinkable, right? After all, it has not been polluted by heavy industry. Forget it, let's boil it at night and then drink it. It doesn't take much effort..."