With a hazy cyan glow flashing across his body, Adams easily dodged the boar's onslaught. The overlord of the old forest crashed headlong into the thick spruce tree behind him, and rolled directly on its side for a long distance.

The driving is not standardized, and the old tree is in tears.

With a whistle, Adams picked up a stone half the size of a basin and hurried over to the twitching boar and threw it at it, losing consciousness in a few moments.

Today's dinner is down again.

Picking up a pile of wood, Adams learned to remember a few fierce men in the "Survival in the Wilderness" column, trying to make a fire, but unfortunately he drilled wood to make a fire for a long time and didn't see a spark.

It would be nice if I knew how to use fire-based magic, damn it, it was a mistake not to be able to extort fire-based spells from the Pale Wand at that time, otherwise even a trace of fire would have solved the current dilemma.

I don't want to eat raw meat. He thought a little unwillingly.

In fact, he knew that there was a three-ring spell in the necromancy system called "Bone Erosion Fire", but could you really eat the things that were burned out of this strange fire?

Adams didn't dare to try, not to mention that after his experiments, he could only release a ring of spells at most, barely breaking away from his apprentice and reaching the passing line of a magician.

In fact, Adams was not very hungry, and the need for food in this demonized body was staggering, he could eat the total amount of food of seven or eight adult men in a day, but correspondingly, he could go days without eating or drinking after one full meal.

To this day, Adams remembers the incredulous look on the Dwarven boss for his first meal back in the Overworld.

But waste is impossible, he is used to being poor, so Adams had to carry the boar on his shoulders and continue to walk east.

If he's not mistaken, he should be back in the town of Cam after a little more walking.

Before leaving the Kingdom of Suan, he still has some things to go back to get and by the way, Uncle Jill and Aunt Cam will talk about their son Jim's excellent performance in Tahrir City.

After about two hours of walking, the sky became a little dark, and the boar on his shoulder began to twitch restlessly again, and Adams struck the boar on the back of the neck with a knife, quieting it down again.

The outline of the town was already reflected in the field of vision, and the familiar country roads were at his feet, and the strangeness of this short month made Adams feel like a world away, but he finally returned.

Walking on the familiar stone path, Adams stood still outside the familiar blacksmith's shop, and with a slight movement of his shoulders, he unloaded the boar from his back and threw it on the ground.

After packing everything he was going to take with him at the apprentice's rest room, Adams decided to meet the blacksmith family who had taken care of him so much.

The faint light flickered in the blacksmith's shop, and from time to time there were two sighs from the old blacksmith, and Adams knocked on the door of the house, ready to report to his teacher about his experience of the month.

The wooden door creaked open, and the old blacksmith's head poked out of it, but the moment he saw that it was Adams, there was a "bang", and the wooden door was slammed shut by the old blacksmith again, and then the old blacksmith's heavy and turbulent breathing came from behind the door.

"Necromancer, get out of the way, you're not welcome here. ”

The blacksmith's trembling voice came from behind the door, and there was a hint of horror in his voice.

"Uncle Jill, I'm Addams. Adams vaguely understood what was going on, the damned Templars probably had come looking for him and proclaimed themselves to be an evil necromancer to the townspeople.

But he was a little unwilling, so he continued to knock on the door.

"Uncle Jill, I'm Addams, I'm not a necromancer. ”

Aunt Mary's sleepy voice came from behind the door, "Jill, is there anyone knocking on the door?" ”

"No one, Mary, was one of my customers to pick up the goods. The blacksmith explained as frantically as he could, in his gentlest voice,

"Aunt Mary, it's me, I'm Adams", hearing Aunt Mary's voice, Adams hurriedly shouted loudly, Aunt Mary took the most care of him on weekdays.

"It's Addams back, Jill, it's Addams outside, open the door," Aunt Mary suddenly woke up when she heard Adams' voice, and she hurried out of the bedroom.

"Mary, you're confused, didn't the priest say it's a necromancer," Jill hurriedly shouted at his wife, women are always emotional, and as a man, you have to prevent them from getting carried away by emotions and eventually leading to a tragedy.

"Jill, you're confused, Adams has been with us for two years, can we not know what kind of person Adams is, just by the words of an outsider, do you want to think that he is an evil monster?", Mary came from behind the door with a crying voice.

She tried to grab the blacksmith's hand and get him to open the door, but the blacksmith held his wife firmly, and let the woman's nails cut one cut after another in his skin.

Outside the door, Adams leaned immobile against the door, and with his current strength he could have broken in, and then angrily told the blacksmith that he had never been an evil necromancer.

But what's the use, he can fully understand Uncle Jill's decision, if he is in the other side's position, what can he do?

Their presence would only bring disaster to this simple and kind family, and if the townsfolk found out about their contact with them and reported it to the Temple, would this happy family fall apart in an instant?

He didn't dare to think about it, the closer he got to the truth of the matter, the more frightened and sad he became.

Adams finally made up his mind, he cleared his throat, and whispered into the door, "Uncle Jill, Aunt Mary, I'm just going back to see me, I'm going back to the kingdom of Bartow to find my father", he paused, and wiped the salty tears from his cheeks.

"Gil is doing well, he was favored and cultivated by a nobleman, participated in the knight selection of the temple, and a beautiful noble lady took a fancy to him, you, you should also take care......"

Adams stood up dejectedly, looking at the house where he had lived for nearly two years, the place that gave him brief but warm memories.

At last he turned resolutely, his thin shadow swaying on the path leading to the eastern border.

Thank you for the warmth and care you have ever given.

Say goodbye today, I don't know if I can see you again in the future.