Thor quickly looked down at his feet, searching for the source of the sound.

That's ......

A fish!?

Just at his feet, next to the mossy puddle, a fish was struggling, occasionally bending its tail and slapping the ground with a snapping sound.

Thor was stunned for a moment, then flew up and sat down on the puddle.

After blocking the way back with his ass to make sure the guy never had a chance to swim around again, he calmly took off his ripped leather boots and knocked the fish unconscious.

Since the discovery of the dry well, this water source in the corner at the bottom of the well has been supporting Thor's daily water supply.

To be exact, this is only a small puddle, black and bottomless, the surface of the pit is about the size of a small round shield, and the water level in the pit will never drop no matter how you use it.

Judging by the quality of the fresh water, Thor had also guessed that the puddle might be connected to some underground river.

But all conjectures can only go here, because in the six months that he has been staying at the bottom of the well, nothing special has ever happened to this little puddle of water that depends on him quietly in the corner, not even a frog.

Thor also tried to eat the old moss by the puddle when he was hungry, but after entering the mouth, there was a feeling of anxiety that made people want to rush into the wilderness and take off their pants to dance to their heart's content, and he gave up the deep taste after only one attempt.

The appearance of this fish at this moment is tantamount to a miracle, although it is a little late, but it is still too late.

I don't know if there really is a god in this world.

Perhaps most people suddenly see life in a long period of despair, and will naturally think of God, or try to praise something to express their inner ecstasy, but Saul does not.

On many occasions in the past, he stood with the other orphans on many mornings and dusks or prayer days, absentmindedly reciting syllables of inexplicable meaning to the old deacon holding the oracle behind the reading platform.

But since Sister Presia's death, Saul has never prayed in the bottom of his heart.

This is a millet fish, the surface of the body is covered with fine scales with sharp cones, the length of a dagger, the body is slightly wider, the meat is delicious, and the fish gall is bitter. If you squeeze out the bile of the fish, it is a good ink even if it is not processed, and you can write smoothly with a quill on cotton paper or parchment.

But that's not the point, it's important that the appearance of this fish reminds Thor of certain possibilities.

If you can make your own hooks and rods, will it be possible to get a stable source of food without having to worry about the time-consuming and laborious risks of the outside every day?

With the extra time saved, I can make a small half of the field in the soil at the bottom of the well and plant the seeds of the sharp-leaved carrots that I brought back today.

This kind of coarse grain, which is suitable for growing in the dark regardless of the season, seems to be ripe every three months, and the harvest should be in the last month of winter, but is he still alive at that time?

Many sudden thoughts in my consciousness collided back and forth, growing messily like weeds, and the frenzy of eagerness in my heart was burning.

It's hard to describe the feeling that everything is possible all of a sudden, like an oasis suddenly seen in the desert, and a leaky door crack in the darkness makes people inexplicably sprout the courage to stand up to the whole world.

Holding the fish in his hand, Thor finally smiled.

Although there was some bitterness in that smile that did not fit his age, it was difficult all the way, and he hadn't smiled for too long when he was alone.

Unfortunately, the smile only lingered for a moment on his thin face, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Because at the exit from the bottom of the well to the ground, suddenly there was a real joking voice.

"Tsk...... Tsk, is this your new home?"

Thor's heart stopped beating at the sound of a sudden voice, but soon his panicked expression calmed down.

Maybe it was because of the twists and turns of the day, Thor felt that he didn't have the strength to be shocked anymore, or maybe maybe he could tell it was the voice of the thief Huggus.

For as long as Saul can remember, he has been known as Saul Drake.

In his ignorant childhood, Thor himself didn't care much about the origin of the name.

Later, when an orphan was cleaning the cemetery in the backyard, he found the same name as Thor on a tombstone, but by that time the old group of nuns and deacons in the convent had already changed, and many things could not be traced.

Orphans don't have surnames, so this picked up name makes Thor a little different from the other orphans. While adding to him the nickname 'Dead Thor', the name also brought him some unwarranted disasters.

Prejudice doesn't need much reason in the first place.

Since then, Saul's childhood has been mired in endless bullying and humiliation from other orphans.

There is no shortage of energetic people in this world, and since they can't run freely in the dark wilderness, they can only vent on other orphans.

At this moment, Hughess calling himself by his full name obviously has nothing to do with politeness, but nothing more than ridicule and sarcasm.

Hughes is also one of the orphans of the Abbey, about the same age as Saul.

Although the two had lived together in the monastery for several years, they had never spoken a word to each other, let alone had the slightest friendship.

Generally speaking, the two are very similar to the same kind of people, both are not very gregarious, and both are isolated by the group of orphans at the same time.

The difference is that Thor was a child who wanted to make friends of the same age, to be able to talk to each other or do something dangerous together, but unknowingly he was pushed against the other by the orphans.

Faced with groups of orphans, the weak Thor can only silently suffer his gray childhood.

As for Shogues, it's a bit of a maverick.

He often slipped out of the monastery alone and wandered the streets, and was said to be very good at ingratiating himself with despicable adults. Later, I don't know when people started to use the prefix thief when referring to the name Shogues.

Since then, the orphans have rarely taken the initiative to provoke Shogoth, and the priests of the monastery have mostly remained silent about some of Shogoth's actions.

Although they don't care about Shogoth's orphanage, they are very suspicious of the thieves' guild behind Shogues.

Those madmen hiding in the shadows may quietly kill you at any time for some frivolous little thing.

Thor didn't know how Shogues mixed up in the Thieves' Guild, but he was certain that Shogues was no less of a threat than an adult when he appeared at the bottom of the well.

Imagining the wary face of Huggers standing on the other side of the darkness at this moment, Thor tried to put on a smile and make his somewhat hoarse tone as friendly as possible because he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

"Uh...... My friend, it is a pleasure to have your visit. Actually, it's been a long time since I've seen any living people, and I've almost forgotten how to speak!"

As he spoke, Thor slowly walked to a distance of three steps from Shogues and stopped, taking the other into his dark vision. At this distance, he can roughly see the other person's expression, so that he can make some judgments.

Shogues didn't answer, just let out a sneering sneer, as if he was very disdainful of the word friend.

Between the two men was a dead stump, which Thor had taken great difficulty to carry to the bottom of the well to serve as a table, the only piece of furniture in the dilapidated environment.

Shogues was still the same as the Abbey remembered, a sly gaze rolling on his young, slender face, and the corners of his cynical mouth pursed slightly.

He wore a linen coat covered with a rough leather half-body armor handmade, and two daggers hanging from either side of his waist loomed ill-intentioned silhouettes in the darkness.

Judging by the relaxed look and proper attire of Shogues, he should not have experienced much suffering in this disaster.

Squinting slightly, he looked Thor up and down before Hughes spoke meaningfully.

"You seem to be doing well!

At this moment, Thor took off his cloak and wore only an old coat with tattered threads, which looked like he had found some random strips of rags to hang on his body, and if he looked closely, he could see the smudge-covered lining through the tears in his clothes.

It's even worse than the scruffiest tramp, and there's nothing good about it.

Obviously, the second half of Shogoth's sentence is the point, to survive until now, it must be supported by food, and food is far more valuable than gold in the current period, which is what Shogoths really cares about.

As he spoke, Hughes exhaled a slight hot breath from his mouth, and the undried rain dripped from his slightly curly short hair from time to time.

This guy braved the torrential rain to follow him all the way, maybe he wanted to blackmail himself? Thor silently judged in his heart, but the other party didn't leave him much time.

Seeming casually, Shogues turned his head to glance around the bottom of the well, and then turned around and walked towards the exit at the bottom of the well, muttering as he walked without looking back.

"It's time for me to go, why do I have to come out in this goddamn weather to complete the guild's mission......"

This complaint, which seemed to be talking to himself, immediately attracted Thor's attention, and although the other party might not answer, Thor couldn't help but step forward and ask tentatively:

"What...... Task?"

Shogues didn't seem to intend to keep the mission a secret, and he stopped and shrugged.

"The guild asked us to look around the town to see if there were any people alive, and by the way, to provide some help to those who were in need. ”

Help?

Thor didn't believe in the nonsense that thieves who ate nothing and didn't spit out their bones would help others.

But if Shogues is allowed to leave, his hiding place will be exposed, and perhaps even more trouble will come, which is what Thor fears the most.