What to do next.

It's easy to kill a person, but it's troublesome to deal with the aftermath.

This body on the verge of collapse could no longer bear any more tossing.

They've already found it, and if they know that the crew hasn't returned, they won't be alone next time they're going to search.

Even if he reluctantly leaves, the next revenge will definitely fall on the head of the young Gawain, and he will not survive.

And how far can you go after you leave, and how sure are you of survival?

But if you don't leave, how can you explain it when Gawain comes back from chopping wood?

It is inexplicable that a stranger is here with two heads.

No matter what the reason, the other party can't make the other party believe it!

"It's really TM's one-time crossing is hell mode!"

Morgan grumbled, one hand propped up to see what he could hold.

Some air-dried bacon hanging on the roof, a sharp giant axe, and a black iron pot.

A few thick animal skins and cotton coats, which Morgan threw to the door.

These are already the limits of what can be taken away, and they are enough for daily needs.

Just a few hours after the time travel, Morgan had to turn on the extreme challenge mode.

Transferring the items to a tree more than a dozen meters away from the house, Morgan checked the house again.

A half-finished iron sword caught his eye.

It is said to be an iron sword, which looks more like an Oriental katana seen in a previous life, but it has not yet been burned by the blade.

After a moment's hesitation, Morgan felt like he was carrying it in his arms along with the scabbard.

"I'm sorry brother, don't blame my brother."

With a deep bow into the distance, Morgan kicked over the blazing stove.

He threw all the remaining firewood into the blacksmith's shop, and in an instant a huge tongue of fire rose from the wooden hut.

The straw-made bed was the first to ignite, and the detached body was swallowed up.

Morgan hurried out, holding the iron sword and hurrying away.

The heat was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes.

He sat on the snow, his back against the tree, and felt very warm.

Leaving now should be the best option, even if Ember finds the body in the house later, Gawain will only think it's mine.

Murder and arson, destroy corpses and destroy traces, and golden cicadas come out of their shells!

All the evidence of the crime was destroyed, and Morgan was a little impressed by the cleverness of his methods.

For more than half an hour, the young Gawain stood panting in front of his shapeless house with a bundle of firewood on his back, full of despair.

"Ahh

A desperate roar from the valley......

"Mr. Morgan!"

"And my sword!"

Morgan seemed to hear a roar of pain and woke up from a nap.

His face was burned red, and his hands looked much healthier in his sleeves.

He did not leave, but leaned on the snow nest under the big tree to conserve his strength.

Seeing that the other party was about to rush into the embers of the flames, he hurriedly shouted:

"Gawain!"

Morgan didn't leave, he was a man of love and righteousness, although he burned down the other party's house.

"I'm sorry, but when I woke up, the fire was already very big, and there was only so much that could be saved." Morgan stretched out his hand and pointed to some objects next to him with a look of self-reproach.

Gawain stopped crying, wiped away tears, and stared at the sword in the other's hand and burst into tears.

He was still a kid after all, and he didn't know how to react to the great drama and tragedy.

He clung to the unforged sword, and sighed gratefully:

"Thank you! It's great that you didn't die and helped me get the most important stuff, and it must have been a gift from God! ”

Morgan smiled wordlessly, and he had a little more affection for this simple big boy in his heart.

After all, burning down his house can be a gift.

In his previous life, he had seen a lot of markets and received a lot of gifts, and his profession also made him particularly keen on hot and cold weapons.

Although the sword in Gawain's hand has not yet been forged, it looks as unpretentious as himself, but it has to be said to be a treasure.

At least for now, his vision is good, and the end result is happy.

"Is this knife important to you?"

"Well, I've been building it for a long time, I want to make it the most powerful supreme fast knife, and use it to defeat all famous knives!"

"It's my dream!"

Morgan laughed, he didn't expect a teenager who lived in a mountain village and had never seen the world to have such an idea.

Gawain instantly blushed when he saw Morgan's expression, his thick eyebrows rose upside down, and he punched the other party's shoulder with a hammer-like fist, and said angrily:

"What are you laughing at!"

"Shhh

Morgan gasped in pain, squinted his eyes, rubbed his shoulders and smiled: "People with dreams will not be ridiculed." ”

He didn't mean to mock Gawain, on the contrary, he admired and appreciated the courage of the other party, and once upon a time he was almost corrupted by reality and fell into the abyss without being human.

Gawain's face softened a lot, and he said guiltily, "I'm sorry for hurting you." ”

Morgan waved his hand and didn't say anything, there is no need to twist and pinch between men, misunderstandings only need a smile, and they can be disintegrated with the wind.

Holding the arms of the young porcelain, the two of them walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Morgan put on a cotton coat and scrutinized the sights along the way, trying to remember something.

But alas, he didn't have a single impression of this place, and there was not a single fragment of memory that could stimulate the brain to recall any fragments.

At the top of the mountain, Gawain found an abandoned cave, and was moving things into it and spreading some hay.

Morgan stood silently in the wind and snow, overlooking the panoramic view of the entire Gorpo Mountain.

At the foot of the hill on the other side of the ridge is a huge garbage dump.

Even though it was covered in snow everywhere, there was still smoke from there, and you could faintly see ants moving people rummaging inside.

The waste and the garbage that has been ignited and incinerated have not been completely extinguished, and these gases are very harmful to people's health, and it is not known how long they can live in such an environment.

In his previous life, he had not seen such a scene, and when he was a child, the family used to live next to this garbage mountain, and sometimes they could always pick up some interesting things that others didn't want, and they didn't know where the garbage came from at the time.

Later, since the motherland was strong and he was admitted to the military academy, he had never seen such a scene of thick smoke, but I heard that the developed countries dumped garbage into the more backward third world countries.

On the other side of the hill, Morgan spotted a strange village.

All the buildings are made of wood, and there is even a watchtower on the periphery of the village, which is like a bandit's cottage!

But fortunately, they are far away from there, and the other party should not be able to find this inaccessible place.

Further down is the other side of the ridge, where a small island is located across the sea.

The distance between the two sides is not very far, and you can still see some of the buildings there from the top of the hill.

I don't know if it's Morgan's delusion, but he always thinks that the buildings are a bit like the Japanese or the Tang Dynasty.

Did he travel to a small island somewhere in Japan?

His heart was beating fast, and if that was the case, he might be able to return to his home country!

Morgan suppressed his excitement, called Gawain, who was busy in the cave, and pointed to the island across the mountain and asked, "Hey, where is that?" ”