As the days passed, life returned to peace, continuing the main theme of escape and survival.

In fact, looking back now, it is estimated that it has only been less than two months since I came to this inexplicable labyrinth, but I have the illusion that I have been living in this world. It's as if you were born here and will die here.

Thor knew that it was all the power of habit, and that he was just getting used to it.

It's like an old story once watched.

Legend has it that there is a priceless gem on the seashore, mixed with countless small stones on the beach, and the appearance of the gem is no different from other ordinary stones, except that the gem itself has a hotter temperature than other ordinary stones.

A teenager comes to the beach with a dream of making a fortune, and he is convinced that he can find that gem to change his fate.

The waves swept countless small stones to the seashore, and the boy bent over with his bare feet and lowered his head, feeling it with his heart every time he picked up a stone, and threw it back into the sea if it was not a hot gem.

At first, there were fewer and fewer people who appeared on the beach with the teenager to pursue their dreams, and gradually the teenager was left alone on the beach.

But he still didn't give up, day after day, year after year.

Finally, one day, the boy bent down again and picked up an extraordinary stone, which looked as inconspicuous as the other stones, the only difference being that the stone exuded a hot and refreshing temperature.

However, the boy did what he had done countless times, picked it up and threw it into the sea without looking at it, and then the boy numbly continued to bow his head and bend over, looking for the dream that was still out of reach.

That's the terrible, power of habit.

Recently, he has crossed paths with Phoenix's team a bit, and every day when it comes to mealtime, Thor will show up at the camp on time, fulfill his promise to cook food for the team, and of course, feed himself and Kratan by the way.

The people of the tribe have long been accustomed to Thor's presence and arrival, and everyone can finally communicate like normal people.

Thor taught his tribe's hunting party all the simple traps he had mastered, and taught them to identify the vegetables they were allowed to eat. As a result, the team has an abundance of ingredients every day, and meals have become an expectation for everyone in the team's difficult days.

These days, Thor spends his days wandering the labyrinth with Kratan, doing nothing but hunting for demon spirits.

In the evening, Thor and Kratan returned to their lodgings, where the fire rose and the fish smelled fragrant.

After cooking dinner for the party, Thor would not rest on time like the rest of the party, but would continue to hunt in the labyrinth with Kratan until nightfall. Then he will come back and fall asleep after a supper to replenish the stamina expended in battle.

Kratan has no complaints about this, and in all respects it is a good thing to grow in strength.

The intense hunting has brought Thor and Kratan to the second order, and Thor is moving towards the third order. The process of advancing through the labyrinth seemed to be dangerous, and when I woke up the next morning, I felt my own abundant strength.

This kind of hard cultivation didn't really mean much, at least not for Thor, because he didn't belong here. The reason why he is still gritting his teeth is because Thor suddenly had a conjecture not long ago.

Thor thought that he had come here from the Advancement Labyrinth because he had been promoted to the Fourth Order, so if one day, he had also reached the Fourth Order in this Labyrinth, and he might be able to leave this Labyrinth.

This conjecture is groundless, but in the days when there is no direction, people always have to grasp something, even if it is false.

"Are you always that good at eating?" Thor handed the grilled fish to Kratan, who was able to eat double his own portion at every meal. And after watching for so many days, Kratan was actually able to cook food himself, but he still thought that Thor's own cooking was the best.

"I wasn't really that fat before, and my parents were still there. Kratan replied vaguely.

The answer didn't seem to have any logical connection, and Thor didn't interject, waiting silently.

"The desert environment of that labyrinth is very difficult, with tragic battles and significant attrition. Food is even hard-won, and the bark and grass roots are all very valuable. My parents left most of the food for me, and they said they could die, but I couldn't. Kratan said.

Thor was even more silent, he thought that Kratan's parents had starved to death on that level, but they didn't.

"Later, when my parents died, no one would leave me food anymore, and I began to learn to take care of myself. But after a long time, I realized that I couldn't remember my parents anymore, and I was very alarmed. ”

"Later, I realized that when I buried my head in the food, I could clearly remember what they looked like. They smiled at me and handed me food, saying they could die, but I couldn't. ”

"In order to see more of them and not forget for myself, I started to devour a lot of food, which was obviously useful. It was only then that I noticed that my stomach seemed to have gotten bigger, and I had gained a bit of weight, and I haven't gotten rid of this habit to this day. ”

"If you keep eating, you can always think and remember. Kratan Urn made a summary angrily.

There was a sudden halt to the matter in Thor's hand, he had always thought that this labyrinth was his dream or hallucination, and he still thought so, but at the moment Thor felt that Kratan was extremely real.

"Then eat a little more and remember well. Thor patted Kratan on the shoulder, opening his mouth to bite into his grilled fish.

A small head suddenly poked out from behind the corner, and then a slender figure with a blanket on its back appeared.

"I want to join you and live a freer life. The girl went to the fire and said to Thor and Clatan.

"This is Owen, who used to serve everyone in the team, oh, just like the little things we did before. Kratan turned to Sol and explained, apparently pleased that a new member had arrived.

"Welcome, please be seated. Thor smiled slightly, then handed her a grilled fish that belonged to Kratan.

This is obviously another person who is dissatisfied with the tyranny of Finis's little shiitake mushroom, and Thor does welcome it. Since there is no way around survival, it is a good thing to have one more person to keep vigil after all, so that he and Kratan can rest a little more every night.

Ao Wen's addition did not cause any ripples, and the three of Thor still ate and slept every day, numb and repetitive. It's just that Thor began to become more and more silent, and every day if it weren't for Kratan and Owen taking the initiative to speak, he could be silent all day.

During this period, Phines asked Thor to get a potion, mainly healing potions and antidotes, and Thor didn't ask any more questions about transactions and prices, and his face was bored.

A few more days passed, and one night, after dark, a dark shadow crept into Phoenix's tent.

"What kind of man is he?" a voice asked.

"He's been nice to me and Krattan, he's a nice guy, but it's been a little weird lately. A voice replied.

"Strange?"

"Yes, if Clatan and I don't take the initiative to talk to him, he can stay silent, like ...... Have a lot of things on your mind?"

There was a brief silence in the tent.

"Leave him alone, have you figured out that matter?"

"I figured it out, in fact, the process is very simple, only charcoal and filtered linen ......"

The sound of small conversations faded into obscurity.

Two days later, when Thor returned to the camp to cook food for the group, Finis suddenly came over with a clay pot.

"I'm so embarrassed to eat your salt all the time. As luck had in the past two days, the team accidentally discovered a salt mine and was lucky enough to produce salt. Finis lifted the lid of the pot, and the smug tone was almost impossible to hide.

Thor turned his head to look and saw a jar full of white salt.

There was no way to make salt in the ranks, as Thor had long ago asked from Kratan.

After all, Phines is just a family lady, and this survival knowledge is passed on from generation to generation unless she knows it by herself, or someone in the team knows it. Otherwise, as fewer and fewer people die, the production and living standards of the team will only regress more and more.

And after wandering in the labyrinth for so many years, the various tribes will only hold on tightly to their hands even if they have the relevant technology.

It hadn't been for many years, but now suddenly there was a way to make salt, and Thor knew it in an instant. This can only show that there are spies lurking around him and stealing their own salt-making methods.

Now Phoenix's little shiitake mushroom obviously can't help but show off eagerly, which can be regarded as a kind of loneliness of smart people.

Accidentally, lucky, this little shiitake mushroom is quite naughty. There are only three or so cats in the team, and you are still in the mood to play the mole with me, this is simply ...... It's too much of a deception, and I've been able to get it.

Although Thor was not in the mood, he was amused by her.

"After I'm gone, I'll leave these methods to you, so why be so anxious?" Thor chuckled.

"Where are you going?" said Finis, a little dazed.

Then she saw Thor's smile freeze a little, slowly disappearing, and returning to calm.

He accidentally said that he leaked his mouth, but Thor didn't lie, and he would definitely leave the various production methods he knew to the team before leaving. Maybe it can't change the fate of the team's lifelong escape, and it is still possible to improve their lives a little.

The reason why these methods have not been handed over yet is because Thor is still enjoying the feeling of being needed by the team, and at the same time, he can bring some freshness to this unchanging life, which can be regarded as a need of human nature.

Wiping his hands on his apron, Thor rubbed Finis' little head and turned away.

Phines stood there a little stunned, isn't this a reaction?

Whether Thor was thunderous or bowing down, it was all within Finis's predictions, but what did you mean by that calm expression? and the affectionate way you rubbed my head, treating me like a child...... Practical joke?

After thinking about it, Finis suddenly blushed a little, and glanced around the surrounding camp in a panic.

It's been a long time since I've been a brother...... I haven't made such an intimate move to myself, the last time should have been more than 200 years ago, right? Not to mention that this person is not his brother at all.