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Even in his most bizarre dreams, he never imagined that the city would fall overnight. He has lived in that place since he was born, and there is all his life so far. Now that the little world had collapsed, he certainly felt lost and confused, but there was also a hint of indescribable excitement in it.

He gripped the weapon he had stolen in the morning, and in the darkness of the darkness that was invisible all around, only the touch could reassure him.

Someone to the west is handing out food, and people next to it are arranging for women and children to be contained. He had been in the crowd to get a loaf of bread some time ago, but when the head of the facility offered him to hand over his weapon, he immediately turned around and fled, snatching two wheat cakes from his hands.

He was joined by a group of wild children, none of whom were accompanied by adults. No one told them what kindness was, they didn't believe that anyone would give food to someone else for no reason, the only thing they believed in was the experience that had kept them alive in hell over the years.

A hint of pleasure rose in his heart, and the vast grassland around him gave him the illusion of "freedom".

The road ahead unfolded at his feet, and he looked back at the burning city, and several children with him.

By the way, he doesn't have a name yet.

From now on, it will be called Bodar, the boy thought as he looked at the flames in the sky.

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The grasslands are naturally much more stable during the day than at night.

For the past two days, Turner has walked the way he came. From the moment he saw the campfire that night, with each step he took, Turner felt like he was going back in time.

The mood when he came was still in the bottom of his heart, and now there are new feelings reverberating above.

Sometimes he would also think negatively about whether there was any difference between this moment and when he came, and whether he had been able to save Audrey in the end. But Audrey's last smile immediately appeared in front of him, a smile that wrenched his heart and relieved him at the same time. He reached into the package, and the tactile sensation of the wood carving fed back to his fingers.

He took steps in the direction of home step by step, and with each step, his heart became stable, and the chaotic feelings in his heart gradually precipitated into crystallization. Dungeons, adventures, Audrey, with every step, those images sink one after another. When he saw the figure standing on the hill of the village, Turner had buried it all deep in his heart.

He beckoned to the figure, which immediately disappeared from the mountain. Turner knew that there was a girl who was excitedly galloping through the mountain paths.

A group of passing merchants rested at the entrance of the village, and as he walked by, a middle-aged man greeted him.

"It's a nice day."

"yes." Turner paused in response.

Turning down the tobacco, Turner looked at the road leading to the entrance of the village.

"I look at your outfit, you must be an adventurer."

For a few seconds, Turner slowly shifted his gaze across the wilderness, faces and images appearing before his eyes. When he turned around, he had a peaceful smile on his face: "No, I'm just an ordinary shepherd. ”

A voice called his name, and he turned his head away with a smile.

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After three days of separation from the eighth master and Turner, Hill walked on the grass step by step.

The Eighth Master was left behind to take care of the aftermath of Boudal City, so Hill is returning to the Kiss of Death's residence alone.

He had walked less than a day when he had come this way, but now it was the afternoon of the third day.

Hill knew he was deliberately slowing down, but he couldn't understand what he meant. He didn't know what was sprouting in his heart, so he subconsciously adjusted the scarf around his neck.

The setting sun slanted his shadow in front of him, and not far away was where the town was, and Hill felt a pang of regret, wishing that the road would continue as he thought.

At this point, Hill's gaze spotted something not far to the left of the road.

It was a flaxen-haired girl lying on the ground.

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After thinking about it, there should still be a postscript at the back of the light novel.

At this point, the story before the official plot ends here. It is written that it is the first volume, but it is actually the zero volume. This thing is actually inconsequential to the whole story, not only is it somewhat contrary to the relaxed style of the whole book, but it may even scare away some readers because of the cumbersome style and superfluous plot of the first few chapters. But anyway, I wanted to write such a story.

The heroine has already appeared, and the style of the next volume will be completely changed. Readers who are accustomed to light novels may feel familiar with it.

I don't know how many times I've changed these more than ten chapters, but most people should have seen the final version. There are only 4 in the current collection, and I would like to thank the four readers who witnessed the original edition.

We'll see you in the next volume.

Holy Angelo Black Cat

On the evening of 5 January 2017