There are six towns in the realm of Lord Savion.

Among them, the five towns of Hound Town, Yuanmu Town, Xinzhen, Bat Foothill and Dry Leaf Ridge are not far from each other, the new town is in the center, and the other four towns are scattered around and form an arch guard to the new town from four directions.

Bat Foothills and Dead Leaf Ridge were rebuilt on the ruins many years ago and retain their original place names.

The new town has only been relocated in recent years, and was originally named Sunset Town, but because the lord's mansion is located here and the prosperity prevails over the surrounding area, people prefer to call it 'New Town'.

Compared to the dazzle of Newtown, Grey Curtain is isolated in a half-mountain col to the south of the entire territory, close to the edge of the continent.

Further south is the endless sea beyond the continent, the endless Grams Mountains to the west, and the dense and endless sleeping forests to the east.

The journey in the dark has always been difficult, and it will take at least three or four days to get from the north gate of Grey Curtain to the nearest log, if not any accidents in the wilderness.

The remoteness of the location, combined with the risks of trade, has led to the lack of attention in Grey Curtain like an unloved child.

However, in terms of size, Grey Curtain is the second largest town in the entire territory after Newtown.

Years ago, it was originally just three scattered villages, but in the years of fighting the darkness, people came together to defend themselves against the monsters and beasts of the wilderness, which gave rise to the origin of Graycurtain.

Like most of the human settlements on the Dark Continent, Grey Curtain is roughly circular in shape, with a ring of parapets erected around the perimeter.

The walls are made of hard solid sandstone, compacted with clay, reinforced year by year, and half as tall as a grown man, and the thickness of the walls is enough for people to walk on guard.

The cluttered vines on the walls over the years are not aesthetically pleasing, but they still provide some sense of security to the town's residents.

At the end of the cemetery in the backyard of the monastery, there is an ancient parapet that passes by.

Thor lay on his stomach in the thick of the grass, biting a stalk of grass in his mouth, his eyes peeking out of a gap in the parapet wall that had been left by the years, and behind the wall was a vast dark wilderness.

It is said that there are some special magical beasts in the wilderness from time to time.

One can see them in the darkness far away, as their appearances are always high-pitched and flamboyant, surrounded by brilliant and shining magical fluctuations, with occasional slight explosions of magic.

Thor didn't see anything at the moment, and every time he looked out of here, there was only the same darkness outside, and occasionally the wind from the wilderness would squeeze in through the cracks in the wall and hit his face.

Thor's knowledge of the Dark Wilderness comes mostly from books or rumors.

Those hearsay stories are often not concrete, and he is not only afraid of the unknown and mysterious of the wilderness, but also often inspired by the adventures of his imagination full of danger and uncertainty.

"Sting!"

The faint sound of dead leaves crushing was faintly heard not far behind him, and it was clear that something was passing by.

That's what Thor is meant for visitors.

He spread a layer of dead leaves around the wreckage of the carriage, and no matter who walked by, the lifeless leaves still made a warning cracking sound.

The other party sounded like there was only one person.

Thor got up from the grass and shook off the dust, and then made a wary circle around the cemetery before turning back and burrowing under the carriage.

It was bright beneath the dry well, and Shogues had lit a candle and was sitting on a stump with his hands and legs shaking his face irritated, beside him a tightly sealed cloth bag.

After three days of diarrhea, he was obviously not in a good mood.

Seeing Saul, Shogues didn't even bother to be perfunctory with basic politeness, and as soon as his ass turned out to give way to the empty space on the stump, he untied the cloth bag and dumped all the contents out.

Hiding the heat in his eyes, Thor stepped forward and grabbed a broken clay pot from the wall and handed it to Shoguez.

"That's what you're talking about...... Do you take a reliever every three days?"

Xiugues frowned and took it, looking at the strange and slightly viscous dark green liquid at the bottom of the broken clay pot in his hand, he had some bad imaginations.

Thor didn't respond, he was sorting the messy goods on the stump.

Two small bundles of candles, a small bag of salt, and some omnivorous stuff like jerky and sand beans, these are the real goodies. Salt and candles during the Stabilization Period are not cheap consumables, but they are obviously minor issues for the Thieves' Guild.

Trying to take a sip of the liquid in his hand, Shogues' brow suddenly tensed and nearly snapped his eyebrows.

"Oh ......! Damn, is this horse manure soup? I'm going to throw up!"

Turning his head to look at the indifferent Thor, Shogues gritted his teeth and poured it all down in one gulp. Then he suddenly let out a wail, and his whole body trembled and let out some strange sounds of unknown meaning.

It was a mixture of moss from a puddle and a plant in the cemetery that had made an unforgettable impression on Thor during his time of hunger, and he felt compelled to share the deep flavors with Shogues.

In fact, in Saul's original plan, today should have been the death date of Shogues.

Orphans have many qualities, suspicious, cunning, hostile to everything in the light, speculating on others with the greatest malice, and at the same time calculating others with the greatest malice, in short, it is difficult for them to really trust anyone.

After Hughes left that day, Thor sat in the dark and undecided. He felt that compared to trivial things such as using the other party to find out the news, perhaps only the dead would not make extraneous branches.

So Thor is ready to mix the so-called antidote with real poison today.

As an extension of the scam, Hughes must only drink it, or for that reason, he has no choice.

After Hughess died silently, all the things that could be out of his control naturally ceased to exist. Then you can continue to live in your own world, although you are still lonely, but at least you can feel at ease.

The reason why he finally changed his plan was because Thor didn't want to cross the bottom line of killing people for the time being.

Although he knew that his hands would eventually be covered in blood, at least not now, and not for an inconsequential passer-by like Shogues.

On the other hand, in terms of contradictions, the relationship between him and Xiugues has not yet reached the point where you have to live or die.

For a long time to come, Shogues will repeat this process of drinking the antidote countless times, and he will have the opportunity to revise the plan again at any time.

Since you have the initiative in your hand, let's just take another look.

That's why there is this farce of jokes between children in front of me.

Shogues didn't know that he had escaped invisibly, and after pouring the suspicious liquid, he realized the deep malice of the world, and it took him a long time to come back to life.

Seeing Thor's back vibrating with a forced smile on the side of the stump, Huggs rushed forward and grabbed Thor's shirt in grief, looking ready to fight hard.

"Calm down, my friend. It's true that the potion doesn't taste great, but you have to learn to get used to it, or next time you can try mixing it in fresh fish broth, maybe you'll end up loving the new flavor. ”

Thor feigned seriousness as he removed Shogues' hand, then fished out a fresh fish from the pitcher by the wall.

In the same scene as last time, the same cooking process, two people sat opposite each other across the stump and had a silent meal.

After the meal, Hughgos walked around the bottom of the well, and soon he noticed a puddle and a fishing rod in the corner.

"Looks like that's your secret, isn't it?" asked Huggus, turning to Thor with a look of discovery.

"There's not enough salt, I need more. Thor didn't mention the food again, it was enough for him to hold him up for a while, and there was no need to push Shogues too hard.

"Salt, hell, are you going to use it as a snack?"

Shogues' face was full of confusion, and in his opinion, of all Thor's requirements, only food was the most important. As for salt, he couldn't think of anything other than seasoning.

"I wanted to try to marinate all the excess fish in preparation for the coming winter. Thor said, staring at a fish bone on the ground that was slowly being dragged by the ants.

Hearing Thor suddenly mention winter, Shogues's originally leisurely expression suddenly became solemn.

For the people of Grey Curtain Town, in addition to the horror brought by the dark wilderness, the cold winter is also a nightmare that goes hand in hand.

Every winter, some people freeze to death in Grey Curtain because heating has always been a serious problem, and people always don't have enough firewood to survive the winter.

Most of the houses in Grey Curtain are made of rough black sandstone or rubble, and in most cases where wood is needed, metals such as iron are used instead, which is why wood is more expensive than iron in the town.

Of course, if you have enough strength, you can also have a good log mansion like Elton the Town Elder do, or like the major guilds, with elegant tables and chairs that exude the scent of wood.

Every winter, Grey Curtain suddenly pops up with amateur thieves.

They are active and frantic, looking for an opportunity, ready to steal your door, your table, or the bed you sleep in, even the fabric of your clothes, everything that can be used to burn and keep warm.

In previous years, when winter was approaching, there would be profit-seeking caravans carrying a certain amount of firewood from Yuanmu Town.

In addition, Mayor Elton will also allocate a large amount of money from the income from the Yar Mine on the west side of Grey Curtain to recruit people to form a so-called logging team to cut wood in the sleeping forest to the east of the town, in order to relieve the pressure of the town's winter.

The logging team is often a mixed group, including some reckless men who are confident in their own strength, mature mercenaries, and desperate speculators.

While the rewards are good each time, and the vastness of the Sleeping Forest is enough to sustain years of wanton deforestation, the increasing distance traveled and the increasing death and casualty rate in the dark wilderness are still prohibitive for most people.

There will definitely be no more logging teams this year, and there will be no more caravans in Logstown, so those who remain in Grey Curtain will have to face their nightmares.