The golden sun was still blazing, exuding scorching energy all the time, roasting the creatures on the continent to unbearable rage.

In front of a wooden house outside the town of Peace.

Orr, the hunter's assistant, would often sit on the grass in a daze, he didn't like to talk, and even when he did, he would jump out word by word, and his only pleasure was to run to the hillside at night to watch the moon.

Hunter Agareth, on the other hand, has rarely shown up since he hired Piqué to work for him, and he will tell Pique to do something in the morning, and then he will go out with his assistant Orr and return very late.

Pique was now standing by a stake in the courtyard, wheeling a half-man's axe, silently chopping wood.

The split timbers are stacked neatly, and if you look closely, you will see that the timbers are all the same length columns.

By the end of the eight days, the yard was already full of wood.

Soon, the day was over again, and Peake moved his congested and sore arm and shook it to relax.

But when he completely relaxed, he found that his arms could no longer be raised, so he could only let them hang there and swing around.

After finishing work a few days ago, my arms would be shaking all the time, and today I don't even have the strength to tremble......

It's nightfall, and it's time for Hunter Agares to return.

Just as Pique had predicted, the wooden gate in the yard was pushed open on time.

The first to walk in was Orr, the hunter's assistant, who dragged the trunk of a tree that had been cleared of branches with one hand, all the way to Pique, and threw it on the ground.

Peake was shocked, wondering how he had dragged the hundred-pound trunk with one hand.

Orr lowered the trunk, looked at Pique's sweat-soaked linen clothes, frowned, pinched his nose, and walked towards the cabin without saying a word.

Peake looked down and sniffed his sweat-soaked clothes and smiled awkwardly.

Orr also had a yellow wooden basket around his waist, covered with a thick layer of linen, and it was completely impossible to see what was inside, and he still had the longbow on his back...... Oh yes, he's also dragging a dead deer in his other hand, and it looks like he'll be able to improve his food tomorrow.

Agares, the hunter, followed behind, holding nothing in his hand.

He was still dressed in tight leather armor and a short metal spear hanging from his waist, and a white parrot stood on his shoulder.

He walked up to Peake, picked up a piece of wood, glanced at it, and said, "Keep chopping." ”

It's a very ordinary three words, but Pique chopped wood for eight days because of these three words!

Yes, Pique's current job is to get up early every day to chop wood......

At night, the hunter Agareth would return with Orr, take one look at the wood, and then say three words: "Keep chopping." ”

Pique has no complaints.

In fact, Pique is a carpenter himself, he knows a lot of trees, and he often goes to the mountains to cut wood, but he has been cutting in the yard of the hunter Agareth for several days, and he has not figured out what he is cutting, and even Pique suspected for a while that he was not cutting wood, but iron.

Can you imagine what it was like to use a giant axe more than half a man high, cut more than a dozen times, and chop a piece of wood without stopping?

He didn't know what tree could be so hard, all he knew was that when Orr, the hunter's assistant, brought the wood into the yard, he kept cutting it, and that was the job given to him by the hunter Agareth.

Gradually, Pique found a feeling that if he chopped indiscriminately, he might not be able to leave a mark on the wood with all his might, but if he cut according to the pattern of the wood's cut, it would be easier.

That's how it happened, Pique repeated the same thing for eight days, and he felt as if he had entered a cycle of time.

It's been eight days, time flies, and it's a little closer to a month.

Soon, it would soon be possible to hear from her.

Pique dragged his heavy arms into the hunter's cabin, and as usual, got up early to cut wood and went to sleep at night.

In the wooden house, there was a wooden bed with the smell of heavy camphor wood, and a low wooden table coated with thick earthy wax, and a dim oil lamp on the low table, which emitted a faint light.

It's very common, it's very ordinary, but if you come in during the day, you'll see a huge mural painted on the wall, and it's huge because it's painted all over the wall! The whole mural has a black background, and there are thousands of people gathered in the mural, all dressed in white, kneeling and praying in a place that resembles a square.

The left half of the mural shows hundreds of people kneeling and praying, while in the right half there is a huge tower, which seems to have countless layers, all the way up to the clouds, and under the tower stands an old man in a white robe, who holds a white scepter in his hand, and seems to raise his arms and shout something.

As for whether there were thousands of people in the mural, Peake had really counted them when he first arrived, and he had only counted them once after counting them for five days!

A whole thousand people!

When he first came to the hunter Agareth's cabin, he was shocked by this mural, how long would it take to paint these thousand people in white in different forms!

Peake was deeply shocked and couldn't help but look at the mural in a daze every day.

The night was dark, and the light from the oil lamps on the table was faint, so I couldn't enjoy the mural again at night.

As usual, he greeted the hunter who was flipping through a white paper on his bed, and prepared to go to bed.

Strange how there was a special smell in the room.

It smells so good!

The aroma is similar to the cheese of an aristocratic old man's house, but with a fresh taste, as if it is a mixture of nectar in the cheese.

Pique had never smelled anything like this, the room was filled with fragrance, and Pique even had the illusion at this moment, he felt as if he was immersed in a sea of golden flowers, soft and ...... Rippling......

"Kids. Sitting on the bed, the hunter Agareth held a thick book in white cover, reminded Pique in a characteristic deep voice, "Go to sleep, we will continue tomorrow." ”

Pique was pulled back to reality by Agares's voice, and after a brief moment of shock, he felt something was wrong again.

What temperature is this!

It's a hot summer day, how can it be so cool in the house!

When he first entered the house, he was lost in the breath of the aroma, and now he felt that the temperature in the room was not right.

It's so cool!

Hallucinations?

Although curious about the strange aroma and strange temperature of the room, the tired Pique no longer had the strength to say a word.

The exhaustion of the whole day had exhausted him, and he just wanted to sleep now.

There was only a single plank bed in the room, and Orr, the hunter's assistant, was certainly not qualified to sleep in the bed, and Pique, who worked for the hunter Agareth, was even less qualified.

Peake consciously walked over to his assistant Orr, and found Orr already asleep on the ground, so he simply straightened the linen on the floor and lay down.

Breathing in the long aroma and feeling the coolness, well, today is exceptionally comfortable, and the linen on the ground seems to have become soft......

It smells so good!

It's so cool!

So soft......

It hurts!

What's going on!

As soon as Peake closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, he was woken up by a sharp stabbing pain in his buttocks.

Snake!

As soon as Pique opened his eyes, he saw a golden python more than three meters long curled up under his buttocks.

Where did the python come from?

How did you sleep on the snake's body?

The golden python quickly coiled up along Peake's waist while Peake was not fully awake, and in an instant, it coiled around Peake's neck!

The scarlet fangs were facing Pique, and there was still blood on them, which had been left over from biting Pique's buttocks.

An irresistible sense of oppression finally woke Pique from his trance, hell! He couldn't make a sound anymore! This wasn't a dream!

Where did this python come from?

The tired arms burst out with the last shred of strength to struggle against it, but to no avail.

At this point, Peake's deep fear finally exploded, and he struggled to kick his legs, and his mouth came out with a voice full of despair: "Uh...... Ahhhh......h

Even so, Pique didn't lose the last of his senses, he was thinking, he could be saved by waking up Orr, who was sleeping next to him, or making a sound for the hunter Agareth to hear!

He shifted his gaze to Orr and Agareth, the hunter sleeping on the other side of the house, to ask for help, but he was shocked to find that Orr and Agareth the hunter had disappeared......