The carriage finally drove out of the steamer made of plants, and Merlin, who sat quietly in the carriage, looked through the open window beside her, looking out of the carriage, surrounded by leaves falling from the trees because of the heavy rain that had just fallen. The carriage sped away, muddy water splashed on the ground, and every time a fresh breeze blew, a drizzle fell in the woods.

After the rain, the woods are filled with a fragrant smell, which seems to be the fragrance of countless kinds of flowers mixed and stirred by the rain, and evaporated with the steaming water vapor into the air.

Although the carriage was so fast on such a muddy forest path, Merlin did not feel too bumpy, and she secretly admired the coachman's driving skills. At that time, when I hired a carriage in Falls, I did not choose someone else's carriage because the price demanded by this coachman was 20% higher than that of others, and it seemed that I was doing the right thing, but at that time I just felt that the carriage driven by this coachman was quite old but still very strong, and the axles and door hinges were also coated with thick lubricating, and the two horses pulling the carriage, although they were older, stood there steadily, and seemed much more docile and obedient than the horses of other carriages, so I chose this carriage.

It soon became clear to her that she had made the right decision, and that the driver was not only familiar with all the roads, but they had not once walked the wrong road. And no matter what kind of bumpy roads the driver is driving, he always manages to feel quite smooth and comfortable. It seems that the actual value of the coachman is far more than the twenty percent more he charges than the others.

As the carriage sped away, Merlin and the others quickly walked up an avenue, and the number of vehicles on the avenue gradually increased, but no matter what kind of carriage it was, almost all of them were the same, all the carriages were covered with fallen leaves of various colors and shapes, and the side walls of the carriage and the windows of the carriage were all stained with splashing mud. The wagons that go out during the rainy season are all extremely awkward.

I don't know how much time passed, but the carriage slowed down, and Merlin glanced out through the mud-stained window, where there were also many carriages parked around. Perhaps because the steaming heat was unbearable for everyone, almost all the carriages had their windows open. Many people peek out of cramped car windows in the hope of getting as many breaths of fresh air as possible. There were even many people who couldn't stand the stuffy cabin, so they climbed on top of the roof and enjoyed the breeze blowing slowly from the roof......

Three days later, the carriage stopped at the gate of Hameti, a small city on the border of the Red Mountain Kingdom, and Vico respectfully saluted Merlin: "Dear Miss Merlin, the Chaos City Gang is a very dangerous place, if possible, you better not go there." ”

Although he knew that his status was low, considering the affection that came along the way, Vico still had the courage to remind him. The Chaos City Gang is a very chaotic area, and there is not even a complete sovereign country in it, so it is too dangerous to enter it.

"Thank you, Vico, for your hard service. Merlin handed a few more gold coins to the honest coachman.

She was going to the Chaos City Gang, not entirely to avoid trouble, but in the information left by the old mage Draken, it was mentioned that there seemed to be some dimensional passages to other planes in the Chaos City-State. The news wasn't quite exact, but it was better to have news than no news, unless she wanted to live here for the rest of her life.

......

Hitam village.

It was a desolate land, under a dark sky, empty wilderness, dilapidated villages, sparse inhabitants, and people who had lived here for generations and had become numb, both people and land, all revealing a decadence akin to despair, the only difference was that it was filled with more active energy particles.

A yellow-skinned, ragged boy of eleven or twelve, carrying a wicker basket disproportionate to his body, walked through a barren forest with small steps, most of the trees here had been cut down by the nearby villagers to make a fire, and only the stubby remained, and the little boy walked nimbly between the stumps, keeping an eye out for the malicious gaze of several hungry bearded dogs not far away—the wild dogs had a short or long goatee on their chins, but this did not make them look kinder.

Her name is Canaan Ranro, a bitter child who grew up in her own hometown, because her parents died, she grew up in her uncle's house, which is a very common thing in this place, famine and war, many people died in natural and man-made disasters, and the children left behind can only live in the homes of poor relatives who are not wealthy.

Her name is good, but her parents are poor people who can't read a lot of words, and they are called Canaan only because the nearest city to the village of Hitam is called Canaan, and they want their children to live in that city in the future, not this barren village...... In this place, you shout everywhere, and there are several children named Canaan looking at you.

My uncle's family was also very poor, and he had several children to support, so the ten-year-old Canaan was already able to do all the work that most children could do at this age, he had no complaints, he was already very satisfied to be able to live and have a bite to eat, and most of the children around him had grown up like this, he was no different from them.

Approaching his uncle's low mud house, Canaan struggled to remove the wicker basket from his shoulders and poured out the mushrooms and wild vegetables inside...... Next, when the second brother comes back from collecting firewood, he can make a fire and prepare for today's dinner.

It didn't take much effort, but the second eldest of his uncle's family, a little boy of the same age as him, with the same yellow muscles and thin face, and the same ragged clothes, came over with a bundle of firewood on his back, with blood marks on his face from thorns, and a firewood knife full of crumbles in his hand.

The two children stacked the firewood, put an iron pot on the shelf, lit a fire, and then took out half a bag of brown rice from the tent, carefully poured a few taels into it and stopped immediately, for fear that if they poured too much, there would be no tomorrow's rations.

Recommend my friend's new book "The Return of the Reborn Wizard" (heroine):

Jiang Xiaoluo was reborn again, why is it 'again', the first rebirth was in the miserable life for most of her life, just a little better, she was reborn in the world of "Harry Potter", became a wizard, in the final battle, Jiang Xiaoluo once again sadly fell before the advent of a happy life, this time, she was actually reborn again, back to the eleven years old in her previous life, since God let her start again, she naturally wants to be happy and revenge, leisurely in this life!

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