It was another day, and Thor walked out of the grave keeper's hut to see that the early risers of the town had lit up the sporadic lights.

For him, being a grave keeper is a simple job.

After walking around the cemetery and returning the wandering bones to the grave, the day's work seems to have come to an end. Thor continued to walk around the cemetery, thinking about the day's itinerary.

Now that autumn is coming to an end, it's time to prepare for winter again.

Although this winter will not be as difficult as last year, the core content will still not change much, which is still food and firewood.

There seems to be a bit of a problem between Thor and Erin lately,...... Well, not a quarrel.

That was last month.

Thor cleared the grave keeper's hut from under the cellar and arranged it as a small version of the bottom of the well. This makes it safe to light a candle or a fire under the ground, and if you do these things on the ground, the light leaking out is likely to cause trouble in the wilderness.

Thor and Erin were sitting back to back in the candlelight, reading a book, each holding a book of interest.

I have to say that Erin is indeed a hard-working girl, under Saul's patient teaching, now her literacy level has long surpassed that of Shogues, and she can read fluently.

At some point, Erin suddenly closed the book in her hand and shared with Thor the relationship between the hero and heroine in the book with a longing expression.

The book in Erin's hand Saul has read, and the content of the story itself is not very tortuous, but it is not difficult to see that there are still a lot of feelings of the author between the lines.

Thor looked at Erin with some amusement on her face, and then started a discussion with each other.

I don't remember how the topic began.

"Would you like to go through poverty with me, huddled with pigs in the winter to keep warm?" said Saul joked during the intermittent discussion.

"I do. Erin replied briskly.

"Are you willing to wander around with me and live a life of eating and sleeping in the open?"

"I do. Erin wrinkled her little nose with a defiant look.

I don't believe you, Saul thought with a smile.

"Are you willing to go on a perilous adventure with me, and at any moment you may be hunted like a wild dog on the run?"

"I ...... Do you want to be an adventurer?" Erin hesitated visibly, and then abruptly turned to a rhetorical question.

In response to Erin's rhetorical question, Thor suddenly realized that he couldn't seem to answer it either.

Sometimes the ideal is a very strange thing, something that you may never have thought about, maybe it is just a moment that flashes in your heart, and it gradually becomes clear and yearning, and it is unwavering from then on.

It seems that the last time I had a dinner at the Lord's Mansion in Newtown, during a discussion about ideals, I had mentioned that I wanted to go to the wilderness to have a look. Now that I think about it, the so-called going out into the wilderness to see what goes on behind the scenes is actually to become an adventurer.

Thor is not averse to becoming an adventurer, because if you want to be strong, you have to embark on that path.

And now he goes into the wilderness from time to time to explore, and what he does seems to be no different from an adventurer except for the name of a 'grave keeper'.

It is also natural for most girls to yearn for a stable and stable life. There is nothing incomprehensible about this, after all, everyone has the right to choose their own life.

It's just that Thor suddenly realizes that if he chooses to become an adventurer, he may deviate from Erin's philosophy of life.

Because adventure represents a state of wandering life, it may be necessary to travel to a distant place, or it may be that one day only the corpse will be brought back.

It seems that after all, because of his youth and lack of experience, some things are simple, or he has never thought about them seriously.

It was a hasty topic, and Thor only brought it up casually, without any thoughts or tentativeness, and Erin answered cheerfully.

It was only after the topic ended abruptly that the two suddenly realized that something heavy seemed to be mixed in.

Since then, neither of them has brought up similar topics, and even when they do, they are always careful to avoid something.

In addition to his small daily life with Erin, Thor has had good luck recently, absorbing two more demon souls during this time.

Now, as the number of times he enters the wilderness gradually increases, Thor's mentality has gradually stabilized. There is certainly no shortage of essential vigilance, but it is no longer as trembling as it was at the beginning.

Hunting critters doesn't make much sense, his goal is not to earn some money for hides like a hunter. If you want to hunt demon spirits, you must try to face stronger enemies.

So this time he went deeper than ever, so much so that the complicated paths in the dark woods disoriented him.

In the process of repeatedly checking his surroundings to identify directions, Thor noticed a tomb hidden in the woods for an unknown year and month, which was difficult to spot without looking closely.

The entire tomb along with the tombstone was almost covered with a thick layer of rotting leaves and dust, and the rhizomes of many trees around the tomb had emerged from the ground, clinging to the surface of the earth like countless snakes.

Judging from the area and scale of the tomb, it is obvious that there is only one ordinary person buried here, but the age should be a little old.

Thor wiped the rotting leaves off the tombstone and saw it say.

"Here is buried my husband, a man who spends his days indulging in indulgence. ”

"During the long career of husband and wife, he never stopped abusing and beating me. To my despair, he sold my only son as a slave to Duke Frank. ”

"After the duke's manor was plundered by a half-orc robber, I never saw my poor child again. ”

"Later, before he planned to sell me into a brothel for profit, I poisoned him just in time. The poison I had carefully prepared was enough to make his ugly entrails a mess. ”

"In the end, I buried this man whom I used to call my husband, along with my deep resentment. ”

"Before the final judgment of the gods comes, I pray from the bottom of my heart that he will never really die, but will never be at peace in the endless cycle of time. ”

Just as Thor was reading the contents of the inscription, he suddenly heard something strange.

The sound Thor heard wasn't far from him, it was the "crackling" sound of the rhizomes of the trees around him, as if something was about to emerge from under the dirt.

Pulling out the sword behind his back, Thor clenched his hands a little nervously and slowly approached the place where the sound was made.

As the darkness slowly covered the past, Thor vaguely saw that there seemed to be something on the ground where the roots of the trees were intertwined, and when he got closer, he realized that it was actually a person.

No, it should be said that there is a man in the dirt, he looks like he is buried, but not completely.

And strangely enough, he seems to be standing and buried, and at this moment the dirt around his body reaches the position of his shoulder.

He bowed his head slightly, looking like a person who was dozing off because he was sleepy. Late autumn leaves were all over the forest, and a few fell on his head.

Looking at this strange scene, Thor suddenly had a creepy instinct, he thought that this person trapped in the dirt might be the vicious husband mentioned in the inscription.

At the same time as the thought welled up in Thor's mind.

"Crackling~" The cracking sound of the roots of the tree sounded again, this time in front of me.

Thor subconsciously took a step back, and then he saw the sleeping guy suddenly raise his head and look at him.

Soon, a rotting arm appeared in Thor's field of vision, and the creature trapped in the ground crawled out from under the ground with the strength of this arm.

This so-called 'human' had apparently been dead for a long time, and his face and body had decayed to the point that bones were faintly visible.

The monster had lost two eyeballs and a left hand, and perhaps he had just forgotten them in the ground and not brought them out, or perhaps he had become some kind of bug treat.

If it weren't for the near-human form of a grown man, and the vague and unrecognizable syllables coming out of his mutilated mouth, Thor wouldn't have believed that he was once a human, once glamorously alive.

It seems that maggots and putrid mud under the ground gnawed at his body and ate his knees. His right leg limped as if it were attached to what little flesh was left, dragging it across the ground.

Strangely, there seemed to be some kind of consciousness in his hollow eye sockets, which was close to the skeleton, and drove him to rush towards Thor. The only remaining hand stiffly flattened, revealing a desire to choke someone's neck.

"Uh......h Belch. He spat out unexplained syllables and lunged at Thor at such a fast speed that it didn't seem to be much different from a normal person.

His strange appearance and disgusting face didn't dampen Thor's composure.

Although it was the first time Thor had encountered this unknown monster in person, through repeated observation and study of the magic illustrated book in the past, these monsters were able to wander in Thor's fantasy almost every day.

As they staggered past each other, Thor threw a horizontal slash to cut off the aggressive monster.

"Qiang~"

After the weapon touched, it didn't feel like severing rotten wood, as Thor expected. Thor felt like he was slashing at stone or metal, making a sound of metal and iron clashing.

This accident did not disturb Thor's calm, in fact, from the first glance of each other, Thor had already judged that his speed was far inferior to his own.

"Qiang ~ Qiang ......" Then a series of weapons collided in the wilderness, as if someone was striking iron in the wilderness.

Thor tried decapitation, foot amputation, and stabbing in the heart until a good sword was full of gaps.

However, to no avail, the monster was as hard as a stubborn iron.

What the hell is this!