Thankfully, the young Night's Watch was a devout Catholic, faithful to his God, and fearful of the legendary "witch", Isabel groped her way through the night as she thought about what had just happened in Nottingham Castle.

When Hughes and she laboriously opened a crack in the gate, he told her very honestly, "Lord Witch, you can follow this path all the way to the forest ahead, where you may find some food." ”

Isabel dodged sideways through the open back door of the castle, but that didn't mean she had left the lord's fiefdom that Hughes had spoken of. Looking around at the darkness of the night, which was almost out of sight, she turned back to Hughes and said, "Thank you, Hughes. ”

"Witch, if you don't mind, I think I can send you some salt." After Hughes finished speaking, he took out a small cloth bag from his body and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Hughes. It's just, you gave me the salt, so what do you do? Isabel could understand the other party's intentions, but asked curiously.

"It's okay, I can go to the lord's kitchen maid for some more, or I can ask Father Thomas for some help."

"Okay. Hughes, though I have always regarded your God as a strange friend, I am confident that your soul will be transcendent into Heaven because of it. ”

After walking north for about half an hour in the dark, Isabel came to the outside of a vast broad-leaved forest. Of course, it was still the fief of Hughes's lord, and it was also the lord's private hunting ground.

That meant that she had to pay taxes for whatever she did here, even if it was just a leaf or a handful of dirt. Now, the trouble she's getting into is not as simple as paying a little tax.

Snowflakes are flying in the sky, and the prevailing west winds affected by the temperate oceanic climate are blowing. Isabel stood alone on the edge of the primeval forest, her brow furrowed and her half-wet and half-dry clothes tightened again.

In fact, she didn't feel too hungry at this point. Instead, what she needs most at the moment is temperature, preferably a big bonfire. What a wonderful feeling it is to sit around the campfire and let your body get hot, even cooked.

After entering the primeval forest and finding a small, open field in the leeward quarter, Isabel sat down against the trunk of a towering tree, and she needed to think about how to start a campfire.

After a minute or two of thinking, she pulled out all the belongings on her body: a tabby-colored outdoor multi-functional folding knife, a multi-functional diving watch, and a small cloth bag of edible salt.

Looking at these three items, she shook her head and said with a smile, "Okay, it seems that you can only use the ancient human's method of drilling wood to make fire." ”

First, Isabel used a folding knife to dig a shallow pit a few centimeters deep in the ground. Then she took some dead branches from near the old tree, piled the thinnest branches underneath, and placed the thicker ones on top.

Then, I found a stiffer branch and a small irregular thicker plank. The branch is cut into a short stick with a folding knife, and then a small hole is dug in the plank, and an inverted "V" shaped groove is cut out at the edge of the hole.

All the preparations have been made, and it is only time to use the medium used in the process of drilling wood for fire. However, it may not be easy to find dry flammable materials in such wet and snowy weather.

Without thinking, Isabel took off the jacket she wore on the outside, and then took off the cotton hooded sweatshirt inside. After cutting off the hoodie's sports cap with a folding knife, he immediately put the clothes on his body.

The hat still feels a little wet to the touch. It doesn't matter, what she needs is cotton fibers to weave into her hat. Ten minutes later, the sports cap in Isabel's hand was almost dismantled into bunches of cotton fibers.

Drill sticks, drill boards, and fire primers are all ready. I saw Isabel first put some cotton fibers under the small groove of the drill board, then stepped on one end of the drill board with her left foot, knelt on the ground with her right leg, inserted the sharpened end of the drill stick into the small hole of the drill board, and rubbed the drill stick back and forth with both hands.

After increasing the frequency and strength of the drill stick, a trace of white smoke began to emerge from the small hole in the drill board. Seeing that the white smoke from the small hole was slowly getting bigger, and the heat of the friction was enough, Isabel carefully picked up the cotton fibers under the drill plate.

Gently blew a few breaths on the cotton fiber in her hand, and then the red spark that suddenly burst out from the cotton fiber made her extremely excited. In his left hand, he held the cotton fibers that were about to spark, and in his right hand, he opened his hands to block the wind from the cotton fibers that were about to spark, and carefully placed them on the thin branches in the shallow pit beside him. The remaining cotton fibers and firewood were added to the shallow pit continuously, and a raging fire slowly appeared in front of her eyes......

Isabel carried a rock and placed it around the campfire and sat down on it. After a while, she stretched her limbs comfortably, and a happy expression appeared on her somewhat tired face: "This campfire is so comfortable, and by the way, you can also dry the clothes on your body." ”

"The campfire is burning so brightly that it seems a shame not to roast some meat to eat."

"However, in this weather, the little animals in the forest would have already taken refuge in their holes and slept."

"Well, in addition to finding some drinking water, you have to find some edible plant fruits. However, it would be bad if you ran into a large predator in the forest. ”

"Looks like we'll have to make a few hunting spears."

Isabel fetched a few sturdy branches from nearby, sat down by the campfire and sharpened them with a folding knife, and after cutting the branches into a long stick, she cut one end of the branch into the shape of a spear. When the branch in his hand was made into a long spear, he carefully examined it again, and then placed it on the ground beside him satisfied.

Time was passing little by little, and there were more and more spears that had been carefully crafted by Isabel for hunting or self-defense. When she found out that she had made three or four spears and threw them, a wave of drowsiness set her head.

I don't know how long it took, but Isabel suddenly woke up from her sleep. Sitting around the campfire, he watched his surroundings vigilantly, listening intently to the sounds of the animals and plants in the forest.

At that moment, she suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves kicking. There is not only the sound of horses' hooves, but also the neighing of horses, the sound of human speech. Sensing that this might be a sign of danger, she hurriedly stood up, picked up the folding knife that had fallen to the ground from dozing, grabbed the spear on the ground and threw it, and ran towards another towering tree behind her.

Half a minute later, five quasi-lancers, dressed in light armor, armed with round shields and stabbing swords, armed with light spears 4 meters long, rode unprotected geldings to the campfire that had burned to ashes.

Isabel hid behind the ancient tree with a short spear in her hand, looking extremely nervous. After quietly poking his head out and peeking at the five quasi-lancers, he quickly retracted his head.

The lead quasi-lancer sat on his horse and watched the campfire on the ground without saying a word. At this moment, a quasi-lancer beside him drove forward, came to his side, and said, "Captain, Hughes is not lying. It seems that this witch did spend the night in the lord's hunting grounds. ”