There is no point in discussing the heavy winter, only to prepare in advance.

"Is Melissa still alive?" Thor at the fire duly diverted the subject.

"I saw her near the tavern in the North End not long ago, why did you suddenly mention that disgusting sow?" asked Shogues, with an uncomfortable look on his face.

If it weren't for the sudden disaster in Grey Veil, Thor would have had many plans, such as the study of pharmacy and revenge.

Melissa is the head nun of the Phoenix Convent, and her fierce personality combined with her bear-like body size makes her more resilient than many strong men, subverting all the beautiful illusions that people have about beautiful creatures like women.

Thor had devised many ways to die for her in the back of his heart, but in the end, Thor decided that only the light of corruption could match her madness and cruelty.

"It's nothing, I just remembered to ask casually, after all, she is so different. ”

Saul wasn't prepared to reveal his revenge plans to Shogues, and while the two had made their first deal largely amicably, it was far from trusting.

"Your focus is really ...... Unique, don't mention her again, the thought of the sow that can't even be taken away by the plague makes me feel like I've been in the cold winter in advance. ”

After Shogues left, Saul was caught up in his own busyness again.

In fact, from the day after the last poison incident, Thor's hands suddenly had more things to do.

He hammered out four hooks from the four curved tips of the iron candelabra, and then tried to make four fishing rods with a combination of materials.

The durability of the rod has yet to be verified, but contrary to Thor's expectations, the tools are not the biggest problem, the bait is.

The earthworms in the cemetery, all kinds of bugs, and even the seeds of the sharp-leaved carrot and the carrion on the corpse, Saul made all kinds of attempts. Unfortunately, he had no experience in fishing and hunting, and the first day was spent in nothing.

Once, during the course of fishing, the rod suddenly fell and seemed to have caught some big guy.

Although theoretically the thing could not reach the surface through a narrow puddle, Thor was a little nervous after a wrestling and cut the line with a dagger, decisively giving up a hook.

It wasn't until the next day that Thor finally determined that some unknown grass stalk in the cemetery was popular with the yellowfish.

In addition to his own consumption and the dinner just now, there are still two yellowtail fish in the clay pot, which is Thor's harvest for three days. Although he has no experience in food handling, he believes that he can achieve the pickling process himself after a few fumbling attempts.

Don't worry about food for the time being, Saul is going to open a small square field at the bottom of the well tomorrow, and the planting of the sharp-leaved carrot will start quickly.

In addition to luck and a certain amount of skill, the most expensive thing about fishing is actually patience.

However, Thor had a good way of dealing with it, as he got some books back from the underground library of the monastery, so that he could read and fish by candlelight.

In order to avoid the punches and kicks of the orphans, Thor would often hide in the underground library of the monastery.

The underground library was not an important place in relation to the entire monastery, but it was not something that an orphan was entitled to stay.

Occasionally, orphans are punitively assigned to clean the forgotten corner for making mistakes.

So for a while, in order to take advantage of the opportunity to clean up and read to the fullest, Saul began to make mistakes deliberately and frequently in order to get punished. Unfortunately, sometimes they were sent to the kitchen, and sometimes they were sent to the latrine.

After taking many risks to sneak down, Thor gradually learns to keep track of time.

So this small space filled with religious relics and ancient books became his true paradise, where Thor completed the process of learning the world on his own.

The library has a wide variety of books and covers a wide range of topics.

There are theories about various disciplines such as alchemy and pharmacy, techniques for using swords and shields, and historical stories and legends of heroes.

In a small place like Grey Curtain Town, not many people care about such a frivolous thing as literacy, let alone reading.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, those moth-eaten and moldy books are only worth warming the fire, but for Saul, that knowledge is the greatest treasure.

There was a time when Thor was disturbed by the fact that he was not the only guest in the library from the placement of the books and the old and new traces of dust on the surface.

Fearing that some ignorant idiot might steal the books, Thor ended up leaving a warning note in one of his favorite wilderness adventures.

"If you dare to steal my books, I will leave you to sleep in the darkness forever. ”

Later, Saul discovers that the note he left in the book is missing, but he never finds the person.

Some people say that this is an ancient age that even the gods can't relate, where light and darkness die and die. Others say that the gods have long since departed and abandoned their people.

No matter what others say, winter is still here.

Time keeps walking, silently, never looking back.

In the blink of an eye, Thor celebrates his thirteenth birthday, and the town has its first snow since the beginning of winter, and it seems that it has not stopped from the beginning.

Orphans don't actually have birthdays, and most of them don't know what day they were born or even why they were born. But they still choose a favorite day of the year to commemorate their growth.

Thor set his birthday on the first day of winter every year, because winter was always difficult to survive in his memory, and he felt that if he happened to die in a certain winter, at least he would die in the whole year.

White snowflakes fluttered down from the dark sky, covering everything on the ground, and then silently becoming a part of the darkness.

The bitter cold of slaughter roamed the air, looking for fresh life everywhere.

It was as if the days had been frozen, and the pace suddenly slowed down.

The only good news is that the small puddle at the bottom of the well is not freezing as Saul fears, and his fishing plan continues. Other than that, there doesn't seem to be much that can be done to loosen the seeds in the field once in a while.

Shogues would still come to the bottom of the well to drink the so-called antidote, and from once every three days at the beginning, he would later become more and more frequent and report almost every day.

Maybe it's because there are too many times to rub rice, and even if Thor doesn't take the initiative to mention it anymore, Xiugues will consciously bring some messy things, including food.

Fish are not always eaten, and most of the time the two of them can only nibble on some unpalatable coarse grains around the stump. Thor kept the surplus fish in reserve, and the art of salting had grown considerably.

Sometimes Shuggers would come with a blue nose and swollen face, but he wouldn't mention it himself, and Thor wouldn't ask.

I already have a general understanding of the thief guild in the town, Thor.

The scale of more than ten people, there are only two or three high-level people who really have the strength to make decisions, and the others are just idle people who are good at fighting fiercely, and peripheral members of the age of Shogues obviously don't have a very good status in the guild.

In the winter, Hughes threw down the bedding and seemed to be ready to spend the night at the bottom of the well.

Thor didn't say anything about this, and the two of them were separated by fields and stumps, Thor slept in a slightly more spacious room, and Shogues slept on the other side near the exit.

One night, Thor was alerted to see Shogues standing in front of his bed.

"It's so cold at the exit, I always feel the wind leaking down, maybe we can squeeze in?" Huggers tentatively suggested with his bedding cover, coldness seeping through his trembling voice.

"I hope you don't do anything superfluous. Thor warned as he shook his chin at the room that still had room on his side.

"Hell, what are you worried about? I like women!"

The two men huddled back to back.

I don't know when the relationship between the two seems to have improved subtly, after all, they are about the same age, and they are orphans to each other, and there is no deep hatred.

But they never mentioned friends or anything like that, and that word was too dazzling.

The two have been to town together a few times, perhaps because the people who survived to the end have become wiser, and coupled with the raging cold, their blackmail game has never found any decent prey.

Most of the time the two of them were searching, food, firewood, hay, clothing, everything related to survival was their goal. It's like two greedy rats in the dark, dragging everything useful back into the hole.

In the meantime, Thor called Shogues back to the apothecary, and in addition to getting back the large iron cauldron and some herb refining tools, they also went to the house of the apothecary, Bardy Moore.

There, Thor found some air-dried herb materials, and also found the journal of Bardy Moore Sr. on the bookshelf.

The diary records began more than 20 years ago, and they recounted some of the lost time, some absurd or profound experiences, in plain words.

It is worth mentioning that the diary contains a piece of parchment paper that has long been hard and cracked, on which the materials required for several common medicines, the proportion, and the refining and mixing methods are recorded neatly and in detail.

Eventually, Thor packed Buddy Moore's bones and set up a grave for the old man in the monastery cemetery.

There was only a rough cross tied to the grave, and there was no tombstone, because Thor didn't know how to sum up the old man's life on the tombstone.

This has nothing to do with kindness, since he finally stole the old man's potion skills, it is not worth mentioning to give him a home.