It was now four o'clock in the morning, and the stars in the sky had not yet dispersed, but Bing Hunt had already woken up early, he rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the little Maoyu who was sleeping on the straw bed, and then he crept up to change his clothes and walk out of the hut.

This predominantly Gothic village called 'Kiriyu' was originally a large village with hundreds of families, but after the war, many of the houses here were dilapidated due to unattended, so the village chief asked Ice Hunter and Dongdong to choose one of these abandoned houses to live in.

The houses where the villagers live are primitive huts with adobe walls and burlap and wooden planks as roofs, and the accommodation conditions can be described as quite poor, and the accustomed ice hunter of course thinks it doesn't matter, but he is afraid that Dong Dong will not be able to stand this - it turns out that he thinks too much.

At the beginning of his stay, Bing Hunt lay on the floor because he was not used to sleeping on straw, but Xiao Maoyu was able to sleep on the grass bed as Simmons.

Walking outside the house, Ice Hunter stretched, then picked up a log standing in the doorway, and he came to a clearing near the river beach, Ice Hunter took a deep breath, grabbed one end of the log with both hands and held it high above his head, and then swung it forward with a loud shout.

This log is more than one meter long, with a diameter of 1.5 centimeters, and a weight of at least 60 kilograms, which is definitely large and heavy.

And such a piece of wood, which normal people would have worked hard to carry, was specially selected by Bing Hunt from the lumber yard to make cultivation equipment.

As a swordsman, Ice Hunt has never forgotten these basic swordsmanship exercises when his strength has not been sealed, and now that he has lost his strength, of course he has to work harder to train himself, even if the conditions are simple, Ice Hunt will try to cultivate.

But don't get me wrong, the red-haired boy who is diligent in exercising every day is not the kind of cultivator who has a head full of muscles, his cultivation is out of self-discipline in his personality and a habit that he doesn't know when, and this habit seems to be innate.

An Ci's head was still under Dongdong's bed and Kazan's meow nest was still placed together, and Ice Hunt knew that this great monk was also a martial arts practitioner, if it wasn't for the lack of body, he would come to exercise with Ice Hunt, and now only Kazan was accompanying Ice Hunt.

Tiger Meow sat not far from Ice Hunting, a pair of cat eyes shining in the dark quietly watched Ice Hunt's cultivation, and from time to time lowered his head to lick his paws, cats are nocturnal animals, so Kazan will stay with Ice Hunt until dawn.

"Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven! Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight! Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine! Five thousand! …… Whew~ I'm so tired! My arm is sore. ”

The red-haired boy threw the big stake away, and then sat on it and gasped for air, his sweat completely soaking the coarse cloth clothes he had obtained from the enthusiastic villagers, and his whole body was almost like coming out of a steamer.

Ice hunting is not simply because he wants to repay the favor to go hunting, and another reason is that he exercises too much every day, if you don't eat meat, your body can't hold on at all, a qualified martial artist in addition to martial arts, you must also learn how to maintain your body, because only with a healthy body as a backing, your exercise effect can be maximized, if the physical fitness is not up to par, high-intensity cultivation will only make you five labors and seven injuries and even a life, a flying knife and ten blood Li Xunhuan, The genius tuberculosis swordsman Okita Soji and the strongest disease at the end of the century, the second master, who is disabled and strong, will always be a special case.

"This place is so backward. I didn't even find a decent sword here...... It's useless to just practice a mallet. ”

Sword Soul makes good use of orthodox swords, Asura swordsmanship has no requirements for weapons, Soul Eater's short sword swordsmanship is extremely fierce, and Berserker is a good hand with a big sword, as an outstanding swordsman, Ice Hunt, who has not touched a sword for three months, feels quite empty.

"Hmmm! All right! It's almost time to rest. After taking a shower in the river, let's go to the barracks to change into equipment and start today's patrol. ”

In fact, the geographical location of Wuyu Village is very good, there are no grassland lions, leopards, hyenas and other dangerous beasts around the village, the only thing that makes the villagers have a headache is that there are a lot of wild boars around, they will often drag their families to destroy the crops, but after coming here from the ice hunt, the situation of wild boars disturbing the people has been reversed, and all the wild boars that come to die have become fragrant stew.

And the current lord is different from the old lord, he is a guy who knows how to love the people, he organized a patrol corps composed of scout cavalry and light cavalry to be responsible for patrolling the territory, killing the robbers and bandits who are scurrying, after a few years of iron-blooded means, those villains who bully the soft and fear the hard no longer dare to approach this territory, and the so-called patrol of the ice hunt is just wandering around.

The river was quite cold in the early morning, but Ice Hunter took this as part of his practice, and after surviving the initial tingling, the flowing water took away the heat and fatigue after the exercise, and the boy relaxed his body comfortably and let himself float on the surface of the river.

Ice Hunt also relies on his body to be good enough, so he can play like this, if he changes someone else, he will either catch a cold or cramp and drown!

It was almost dawn, the villagers had already gotten up and started to prepare for their day's work, and the number of people walking around the village began to increase, and it would be quite a shame for Ice Hunter to see him floating naked on the water, he was not happy to show off his eight-pack abs and biceps as ferocious, and the boy was a swordsman of the Lipai rather than a muscular gentleman.

After Ice Hunter got dressed on the shore, he saw Dongdong walking towards him with a basket in his arms, and the little one squinted his eyes and walked forward, as if he had just woken up from a short sleep, and the red-haired belly immediately gurgled for a while, because he knew that breakfast was coming.

The village chief distributes food according to the composition of the adults and children in each family, and the older children in each family are responsible for cooking, and the adults have too many things to be busy, and this kind of housework can only fall on the children, so it is Dong Dong who is responsible for the ice hunting food.

Dong Dong can skillfully use the workbench and furnace to provide food services for the guild of hundreds of people, and in the real world, Ning Zhiyu has also taught the little guy how to use various electrical appliances to heat convenience food to feed himself, and she is no stranger to cooking.

However, there is no workbench and furnace here, and there is no induction cooker and microwave oven in Ning Zhiyu's house, which makes Dongdong at a loss.

In addition to these unreliable experiences, Dongdong only had the experience of eating in the cafeteria with Chu Xuan and waiting for Yiwen Su to serve food at the table.

Therefore, the tragedy of Dongdong's original work can be imagined...... In short, at the beginning of breakfast, Ice Hunt had always regarded it as a kind of spiritual practice, and he had heard that ancient gladiators chewed barley to strengthen their bodies and wills, so the young man decided to follow the example of the ancients.

After eating the Dongdong wheat grains mixed with dried fish mixed with berries mixed with the extraordinary willpower of the ghost swordsman#%¥@的大餐之后, Bing Hunt clutched his stomach and said to Xiao Maoyu, "There is still a lot of room for improvement in this dish, you have to make persistent efforts." ’

Ice Hunt's comfort as an 'elder' did not hide Dongdong's perception, the other party's forced smile made the little guy very uncomfortable, she knew that it was because the things she made were not delicious, which made the red-haired villains become 'unpalatable'.

Dong Dong began to observe and learn from other children how to cook, and in the course of these learnings, the 'common sense' that little Mao Yu had built up in the first few months of his life was finally completely destroyed, and the little one finally learned that piling wheat in a row would not turn into bread at all, putting wheat grains and wild vegetables in a bowl would not make wild vegetable porridge, and putting meat directly on the fire would only turn meat into black charcoal!

The wheat is ground into semolina in a mill, kneaded with water and fermented, and then roasted before it becomes bread.

The wheat grains need to be flattened and then dried, and to make porridge, they need to be boiled in a pot with salt and water together with salt and chopped vegetables until they are bubbling.

When grilling meat, you should not let the meat come into direct contact with the flame, but should be constantly turned and sprinkled with salt and other seasonings.

Dongdong learned very seriously and quickly, so after the first few 'eating and cultivating', Ice Hunt finally ate normal food.

Himari sat cross-legged by the river, nibbling on a very abstract bread that had just been reheated, and a sausage with too much salt in it.

Dongdong sat quietly to his right, and she stared at the flowing river with a sleeping Kazan in her arms, and the expression on her face changed from carefree at the beginning to the same as if she had just been bullied, full of loss and pity—she had something on her mind.

"Knock knock, what's wrong with you? It looks like he's about to cry. Ice Hunter inadvertently noticed her expression and asked.

“…… I miss home. I miss my mom. The little guy rubbed his inexplicably sour eyes and replied in a weak tone.

'Ahh Your mother. Ice Hunter suddenly remembered the girl who was so powerful that she could easily seal her own power and then use a wooden stick wrapped in a strange note to split the space and teleport them to this world, this woman's combat power was extremely fierce!

"Hmm~ Anyway, we've been traveling together for so long. You haven't mentioned where your home is. Knock knock. ”

The fierce girl who is the same as the city manager asks Bing Hunt and An Ci to hide her appearance from Dongdong, so Ice Hunt decisively changes the topic.

'Home...... Where is my home? It should be with your parents, right? But that damn voice kept shouting that I didn't belong there. Hum! If I don't belong there, will my life be in vain for more than ten years? However, after losing its strength, the voice disappeared with it. Now my ears are pure! Ice Hunter himself suddenly began to think about this question as well.

Dongdong came to this world with a human body and a clear consciousness for less than a year, during which she used to have a lot of residences that can be called home, the lively and laughing furnace hall - the lucky house, the paradise where there is sugar every day - Chu Xuan's laboratory, the place where she met three very good friends - Ning Zhiyu's affordable housing, and Yiwensu's clinic......

These are all home-like existences for Dongdong, and every place has very precious memories that people will never forget, and if you choose a real home from it, the little one is in a hesitation.

When it comes to the concept of 'home', Dongdong's first reaction turned out to be a glass bottle, the glass bottle she used to stay in when she was Mao Yu, and the little guy's instinct and reason have always believed that only that glass bottle is her real home.

As a result, Bing Hunt's problem made him and Xiao Maoyu fall into contemplation together, and they are all people who can't go home now.

Today is a special day for the village of Wuyu, because every three months on this day, a fleet of ships passes by on time, they anchor in the harbor, replenish supplies and buy the village's specialties, and the villagers can also buy from them some necessities that cannot be produced on their own, such as pottery, farming tools, salt, coarse weaving, etc.

This fleet consists of three light trading ships, a transport ship, two small fast sailing ships and a heavy crossbow warship, and whenever this fleet is anchored in the harbor, the villagers of Wuyu Village will stop their work and turn into professional ship repairers to repair the injured ships that have just returned from a long voyage with the bonus of the 'functional building' - the dock.

"Haha! Captain Misty Rain, you still look so tough. A richly dressed middle-aged man stepped down from the crossbow battleship, and then went straight to the village chief who had been waiting for a long time, and gave him a big hug.

"Less, I'm not a member of the Lord's Guard for a long time. I can't afford to be called captain, but you...... Little Hearn, I didn't know you were part of the lord's family. As a result, when the army was disbanded, your identity really scared me. ”

The village chief also returned the other party with a hug, and then patted him on the shoulder with relief and asked.

"How? Our lord's trade master, this voyage must have been quite rewarding, right? The draft is very deep. ”

As soon as he talked about the harvest of this voyage, the middle-aged man's face immediately turned gloomy.

"This harvest is more abundant than previous voyages, I brought back six chests of gold to the lord this time, but also brought a very bad news......

"Bad news?"

"The great lords of the Saracens have crushed the coalition of the Byzantines in the East, and now their navy is roaming the sea in greater and greater numbers, and I fear that they will lay hands on our Gothic territory."

Little Hearn spread his hands helplessly and said to the village chief.

"Fortunately, I was prepared, and hired more sailors who could fight on the way here, and the Saracen warships that bit us were only a few light galleons, otherwise it would have been really difficult to get out."

"Saracens? How good are those guys on camels? ”

The village chief, who had seen this nation on the battlefield, felt very strange about the vigilance of his old subordinates.

"I don't know what combat power is on the road, but their navy is really terrible...... It is said that the Great Saracen Lord's fleet alone consisted of more than fifty large warships. ”

After hearing this, the village chief immediately looked uneasy.

"Don't be afraid! No matter how powerful the Saracen fleet is, can they still drive the ship ashore? Because of the loss of cavalry in the last war, our lord paid great attention to taking in other peoples who had fled when he was in power, and he gave such an order to each village. Now we also have cavalry formed by the Franks, and it is the Saracens who should be afraid! ”

'However, many Gothic villages have not yet recovered from the war, and our strength is still weak......

The trade manager didn't want to dampen the old man's enthusiasm, so he swallowed back the words that followed.

"I hope so."

He said.