In front of him was a small wooden door, old but intact enough, made of a number of rectangular planks that were not flat, but only retained their general shape.

Through the gaps between the planks, Albert could clearly see the old furnishings inside, the room that had not been cleaned in a long time was covered with dust, and the things that seemed to have been forgotten by everyone were still the same as when he left, they were left behind in time.

It's pretty good, but he's surprised that everything is still there.

Albert glanced at the latch next to the door.

The wooden latch opens and the door opens.

"Smack. ”

The rope that had been corroded to the point of being extremely fragile, and the rope that tied the door panel to the wall was very shameless and was pulled off by the action of opening the door with telekinesis.

He pouted, shrugged his shoulders, the door panel was placed next to the wall and stood up, and with one foot stepped in, the small cyclone created by the electromagnetic force and the change of hot and cold air pressure, combined with the subtle gravitational distortion, rolled up most of the dust, and the pervasive wind completed the tedious clean-up work in just a few strokes, and finally, the dust was collected, piled up, squeezed, turned into stone balls, and thrown out of the broken window.

Then, there was water, and the water vapor in the air condensed into a square between him, and immediately stretched and thinned into a film of water, covering the surface of the room, peeling off dust and mold, and after a few minutes of cleaning, the old house was completely new.

Cecilia held up the point of light, and a bright light of about the same level as a normal flashlight floated on the ceiling, providing basic illumination.

The runes she had engraved were strengthening the small objects she thought needed to be strengthened, and the deep blue lines were shining through the surface of those items, and the hardness and toughness were all raised to the same level as steel.

And he, with invisible force, grabbed the soil from around the broken house, repaired the broken walls, filled the holes, and the concussive low sound waves were expelling the rats, ants and reptiles in the house, and in just ten minutes, the earthen walls were replaced with new stone walls, which made the dilapidated doors, windows and roofs look a little inconsistent, of course, the furniture was still the same as before, they remained in an old state, and they could only be put in place first.

In about twenty minutes, the "renovation of the old house" ended, which would be their residence for the last few days, and perhaps it would soon be discovered, at least for now, without alarming other residents.

"What is this?"

She was holding a long, slender knife and a small chisel with a long edge.

"It is the usual knives and chisels, wooden objects, carving tools, carvings, fish, insects, birds and beasts. "So, carve one for me?" "I could do it before, but I can't do it now." ”

He took out a small alley from the corner, and tried to open the somewhat rudimentary lock with a shiny and shiny key, but found that the lock was rusted, so he pulled it off casually, and a little spark burst out, and threw the "dead" gadget out of the window, and opened the box, which was full of scattered objects.

"I haven't used carved things for so many years, and the craft has long been obsolete. ”

Cecilia, who had already swept the inside and outside of the house with her mental power and was beginning to get bored, noticed the movement here, was attracted to him, leaned next to him, leaned on his back, and rested her head on the witch's shoulder, watching him count the little things that accompanied him through his "childhood".

It was really a little bit of useless gadgets: small knives covered with rust (the boxes were completely unscrupulous), iron nails, small homemade wooden traps, picture books, a few hand-drawn maps, and even a stone that had been put in at some point because of the beautiful pattern on the surface, a book that recorded all the information and analysis he knew about this strange world, and the knowledge of the earth that was recorded in it for fear of forgetting.

"That's probably it. ”

Albert explained to her the meaning and function of their former meanings, and they represented the various attempts of the "boys" who had no sense of belonging to this world, to try to train themselves, to try to plan for the future, to try to analyze the worldview.

It may seem funny now, but in that closed environment, that's all he can do.

The honest and simple people of the country did not care about anything other than subsistence and paying taxes, and their circle of life was in three or two villages, and it was only three or two villages that they wanted to know and understood, and Albert still remembers the look in the eyes of those people who cared for the mentally handicapped when he asked the village chief for the name of the nearby national capital.

The villagers probably don't even know what a [capital] is, and their ideas are incredibly simple:

What is the capital? Why does this kid ask this? A few days ago, he had a cold and burned a lot?

"That's why I wanted to go out, although they were all good people and took good care of me, if it weren't for the help of the villagers, I wouldn't have survived that winter. There was a hint of a smile in his words, "But, really want to stay..... How can you be willing to stay here for the rest of your life? ”

"Like, what's that?" Albert tapped his head, "Ah yes, that's exactly what it says." ”

"If I hadn't seen the sun, at least I could have endured the darkness. ”

He felt that he was lucky enough, reliving a life is undoubtedly a more euro jackpot than buying a lottery ticket with hundreds of millions of jackpots, this is a miracle of the impossible in the infinite probability, learning the last lesson from the life lesson, knowing death, he realized that life is precious, but this old young man never intended to shrink to the ground for survival.

The villagers are simple and pure, and he is also simple and pure.

If I waste my time, then please end my life, if I waste my life, then please take my soul, the enlightenment of truth does not come from epiphany and fantasy, and the meaning of life does not come from speculation and words, I can endure the meanness of the powerful, but I cannot bear arrogance due to ignorance.

If it's medieval horsemanship outside, then see the knight's demeanor, if it's a feudal dynasty outside, then look at the masterpieces of the otherworldly, if it's papal magic, then he's willing to bow to supernatural power, as long as he goes farther than that village, more than more people.

He could accept that he would collapse in any place other than the bed.

This is imprinted in the subconscious from the first second of rebirth.

Although it was she who allowed him to regain his lost memory, perhaps, if they missed it, if there really was a day when he was old and still remembered to look into the distance, then maybe there would be a quiet morning, when the neighbor came to look for his chess friend and the child came to visit his grandfather, but saw that there was no one in the house, and the old man was on the road far away, carrying his small bag.

"Alright, good, I've got something to look at. "Oh. ”

She stepped back, and he got up, and went straight to the back door, it was a particularly quiet night, and the waist-length grass was stirred, and the sound of insects and the wind was blowing, and from here you could see several other rooms, familiar and strange, all sleeping peacefully, and this would be the last leisure time in the tedious labor that followed, and they did not yet know his return.

The only noise above forty decibel came from his door, the small wooden door that was dead.

Albert only touched it, and the rotten rope let out an overwhelmed moan, and then the wooden door fell to the ground, and a loud slap spread in all directions, startling a few dog barks, and the dog barking turned into an aggrieved whimper in the barking and scolding of the dog owner, and then subsided, and returned to silence.

He stared blankly at the thing more than ten meters away.

It was a small earthen bag and a flat oval, about a meter long, one-third of which had been buried in the earth, and a few large and conspicuous characters were engraved on it:

Albert's pet.

He recognized the skill of stone tablet lettering, the youngest son of the village stonemason, strong, strong, rough, and not very smart.

"Now I know your breed, old friend. He said, "Maine." ”

"I'm back. ”