In a trance, Thor had a dream.

It's a cemetery.

Maybe in the wilderness, maybe in the woods.

Time, maybe sometime in the middle of the night.

The entire cemetery is immersed in the decay and silence characteristic of death, overgrown with weeds and cobwebs and dust.

The damp black earth was littered with crooked crosses, and there were a few stone tombstones in between, all of which had long since been tormented by time.

Many of the tombs have long since been opened, perhaps the work of tomb robbers, or perhaps the scent of corpses has once alarmed some foraging beast, who knows?

The open tombs look like hungry mouths on the ground, and while most of their owners are gone, at least they look like they once had a lively place.

He slept in one of the open tombs, lying on his back that might conjure up the slightly warmer word 'serenity', but if someone happened to pass by and glanced at it, he was just a skeleton.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, except for the loss of his jaw and a few knuckles of his hands and feet, the skeleton of his whole body looked barely complete, and the roof of the jaw, which had two remaining teeth, still looked like a half-smile because of the slightly curved curvature.

As for the rest, he had nothing to decay on, most of the joints had long since lost their connection, and it was only visible from the scattered locations that they had once been a whole.

The bones of his body are covered with dense holes and holes formed by years of weathering, and perhaps after a while, he will crumble into a pile of inexplicable powder and melt into the dirt.

However, he suddenly moved.

To be exact, it was the last knuckle on his cracked palm, and suddenly and without warning, it trembled slightly.

Next, a strange change suddenly began in his body.

As if going back in time, the withered bones of the body begin to regrow, connect, and then be re-encased in the flesh that is rapidly regenerating and backfilling.

As if frightened, many strange-shaped insects that had been entrenched in his skull fled in panic from his black hole sockets and inverted triangular nostrils.

He didn't know what was going on in his body, for all he could do was a flickering cloud, and a few fragments of thoughts that could not be pieced together.

Can't hear, can't see, can't feel, can't think.

It wasn't until the growing skin finally closed seamlessly around the chest that the whole disgusting process finally ended, and the life force that had been deprived by time began to flow again in this human body.

For a moment, he heard the wind whistling through the branches and felt the coldness of the dew on the weeds.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the world he had once known so well, but had long since left.

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"Actually, I'm no different from most girls, but my world can't tolerate my sorrow. ”

"I've been alone since my mother left. ”

"Because I can't have the whole chapter, I have to cherish those scattered words. ”

"I'm probably the least important person in the world. ”

"If I die, your story will continue, and if you die, my story will end. ”

Someone seemed to be whispering in his ear, and the voice swirled, tactfully sad, reluctant and nostalgic.

"Chletty!" Thor awoke from his dream, his heart slit.

Shaking his somewhat drowsy head, he remembered that he had been away from the monastery for more than a year, and was now in his own grave keeper's cabin.

The dream just now is still vivid, and the content is not tortuous, a guy who seems to have been dead for a long time suddenly came back to life because of some kind of ghostly power. It's a bit ridiculous, but at least it seems.

Feeling that the soft linen lining on his body was already soaked with cold sweat from the dream, Thor smiled helplessly.

However, in the next moment, his expression suddenly froze.

Wrong.

Wilderness, Darkness, Heavy Shieldman, Five or Six, Cletti, Starfall Sunfall, Promise, some fragmented thoughts were suddenly connected, and the stagnant consciousness seemed to be a temporarily truncated stream, which was flowing and connecting again at this moment.

As if hearing thunder in the silence, Thor looked horrified and remembered everything in an instant.

It turns out that the feeling of being like a knife just now is real, yes, Chletty, how is she?

Immediately, Thor's brow furrowed deeply, but didn't I obviously meet a strong enemy in the wilderness and was knocked unconscious?Why did I sleep so well in my cabin now?Could it be that everything I experienced in my memory was a dream?

The next moment, a cold sweat suddenly dripped down Thor's cheeks, as he suddenly remembered that something similar had actually happened. I was once ambushed by a zombie in my own cemetery, and then ...... It remains a mystery to this day.

Thor was disgusted by the feeling of not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality.

He patted his body and examined his whole body, but found no specific pain or scars.

Pulling out the magic hourglass and glancing at it, he struggled out of bed, put on his clothes and rushed towards the town.

The guards who were on duty at the north gate suddenly saw Thor running wildly with a hideous expression, and was bluffed, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the sword at his waist, but Thor suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Is it the spring of the 717th year of the Dark Calendar?the first month?what day?" Thor looked at the guard with hope, his hoarse voice trembling with over-anticipation.

The guard rolled his eyes, he had long heard that the grave keeper Thor was abnormal, and even suspected of going crazy, but now that he could ask clear questions, he should not be classified as a dangerous enemy for the time being.

"It's the spring of 717, the second month, oh...... Think about the obsidian day of the second week of the second month. Yes, it should be right. The guard rolled his eyes at the dark sky and gave a clear answer.

Thor let go of his hand in disbelief, and the whole person staggered backwards, a little unsteady.

He embarked on his journey on the Holy Light Day in the first week of spring, and now it was the Dusk Day of the second week, more than five days had passed.

What happened in the past time?Where did all the stolen time go?Or did you sleep for five days without realizing it?Who sent you back to the grave keeper's hut?What the hell happened to this world?

Confused, speculating, and grieving, Thor walked back to his hut gloomily.

The agreement between him and Cletti has not been able to catch up, no, it should be said that the agreement has actually passed yesterday's starfall day. He once said to Chretty that if I hadn't come to the appointment, I would have died.

Now the irony is that he's still alive, but he's broken his appointment.

Recalling her affectionate and weak appearance lying on her shoulder, the eyes full of trust and expectation, she still disappointed her after all. Thor felt the boundless anger fill his chest, but there was nowhere to vent.

After soaking his head in a bucket, Thor quickly returned to his senses, and immediately regrouped and set out on his journey again that day.

The journey from Grey Curtain to Newtown was originally about five days, but Thor was cut short to three days, and when he saw the lights of Newtown, four days had passed since the agreed Starfall Day.

At the entrance to the new town, Thor was subjected to a severe interrogation, including his origin, identity, purpose, etc.

After entering the new town, Thor clearly sensed the atmosphere of martial law in the town.

After a little inquiry, it is said that last week's Starfall Lord's Mansion suddenly caught fire, and the fire started from the kitchen and a certain room at the same time, but in the end there were no casualties. And now the town is sending more people to search for someone, as if they are looking for someone.

It's quite decisive, this is not leaving a way back for yourself. Thor smiled with relief as he imagined the beautiful elf lighting fires in his room and kitchen. I didn't hear that she was caught, which was good news.

However, without herself, I hope her journey ...... Don't suffer too much, Thor thought a little distressedly.

Between the sixteenth and seventeenth trees in the walls of the manor of the Lord's House, there will no longer be a rope hanging down, perhaps Cletty has taken it away, or it may have been noticed by the searchers.

Obviously, Chletty's escape has now been put on the table of the Lord's Palace.

With such a big commotion, Cletty should not be in Newtown now, although Newtown is a dark hiding place under the lights, but it is too difficult to escape the current search of this intensity.

Heading straight to the caravan's inn, Thor inquired about the caravan that had recently left Newtown. There are other towns in the territory, but the caravan to Hound Town was only once three days ago.

Thor thinks that the most likely direction for Cletti to escape from this territory is Hound Town, because that leads to another territory, to the distance, and also to freedom and unknown suffering.

The caravan three days ago, he only set off at this time, and it was obvious that he couldn't catch up, but with a hint of luck in his heart, Thor still hurried to Hound Town as fast as he could.

"Girl, let alone girl, I'm pretty sure there wasn't even a woman in the team this time. Thor eventually found the leader of the caravan that had departed three days earlier in Hound Town, but he waved his hand affirmatively.

"Hey, you want a woman? Boy, can you parry this little body?" a mercenary-looking man in the caravan with a long sword looked up and teased Thor.

"Bell~" A violent slash came to his face, and the mercenary subconsciously blocked, but the blade was instantly cut off by Thor.

"Qiang~" There was a sound of drawing swords around them.

Thor turned his head, revealing a dangerous gaze, like a wolf standing in the lonely grass, and then turned and slowly disappeared from view.

In the blink of an eye, it is the third month of spring.

During this time, Thor searched all the towns in the entire territory, inquired, inquired, and searched.

However, there was not the slightest trace of Chletty. The elven girl who was always waiting for her on the tree with her legs dangling, Thor knew that she couldn't find her, and probably never will.

I said I'd go with you anywhere and do anything, but now, I've lost you.