The sunlight is mild, sparse, and the westerly afterglow shines through the dense jungle, creating soft patches of light on the ground. The breeze blows the colorful mountain flowers and gently sways, and the birds chase and play among the branches.

Purple and yellow flowered butterflies surround the flowers. Occasionally, a butterfly is left alone, only to rest between the lilac petals.

I've never felt like fresh air can make people so pleasant, and I've never felt that warm air can make people so excited. This is how Hadawa felt at this time.

"Alive." Looking at the beautiful scenery and thinking of his kind family, Hadava sighed with emotion, and then sat down under a large cedar tree, unwilling to get up again.

"It's safe." Bernardo looked around to make sure that the beast was gone—when the two of them came out of the cave, they saw that the dragon was still hovering above it, and that it had been hiding by the rocks at the entrance of the cave for a long time before daring to come out, "I'll go find something to eat, and you can rest here." ”

"Don't forget to find some wood!" Hadava shouted weakly.

Ten minutes later, when Bernardo returned with two hares, which could be described as "miserable", Hadava's expression was wonderful.

The fur was not taken off, but the thick legs were cut to expose the bones; The other rabbit had an inexplicable burnt smell, although it didn't look unusual.

"Questions?" Bernardo seemed to notice this, raised the dagger, and began to skin the rabbit - horribly. Just as Hadava was about to snatch the knife and show the boy how the meat should be cut, Bernardo sliced open his abdomen with a knife, and threw a small piece of intestines on Hadava's face.

"On purpose...... Hadava's heart was full of fluctuations, and he couldn't laugh.

He gave up his thoughts and sat back, but he always felt that his internal organs were twitching......

After barely eating the rabbit legs with too much pepper, over-roasted, and untreated, the sun was gradually setting and the weather was getting colder. The trees pulled out a long shadow, and the two finally cleaned up and continued their journey.

"From here, head northwest around the Guardian Standing Rock, then walk along the riverbank, probably reaching the creek before dawn. After that, it was possible to tell the lord about the attack on Helgen. While the sun was still there, Hadava made out the terrain and direction, "The blacksmith there is my uncle, hot water, soft beds, delicious meals, there will be everything." ”

The two embarked on this journey. Different from the danger of the cave, this road is calm and natural. Except for the occasional wild wolf, which was scared away by a few lightning spells by Bernardo, he did not encounter any danger.

"This place is still full of peace. You're not a bad hometown. Bernardo commented that there are no robbers and bandits, no large beasts, and the scenery is good, so it is a good place.

"It's always peaceful here...... Because of the heavy garrison of the Imperial Legion, the robbers and beasts had long since been wiped out, and a large number of wild beasts took refuge in the forests of Falcles, while the robbers retreated to the cold peaks. Hadava explained the situation as he walked.

"And now, Helgen has been destroyed by the dragon, and there is no guarantee that he will continue to live and work in peace." Bernardo was at ease.

"Hmph, who would have thought that kind of prehistoric beast would appear at such a time? The skin of that kind of monster is probably not even the large crossbow machine on the wall of Dugu City. Hadava frowned, "But in fact, it wasn't so bad before, long before the Imperial Legion was stationed, although there were many robbers and beasts on Ximu's side, they never dared to grab the town. My uncle said that it was the proprietress of the Giant's Inn, Delfin, who had great powers and used some covert means to ensure the safety of the town...... Although, according to my uncle's words, keeping the town safe was only incidental, the main purpose was to protect her estate. ”

"Industry? A small hotel? Bernardo was curious, but the deterrent power of the proprietress of this small hotel was comparable to that of a local tyrant, something was wrong.

"Don't ask so much, my uncle said that her hotel is involved in some black industry, and everyone who likes to ask around is given by her-" Hadava made a neck wiping motion, "Even the snowy Lord of Barguf is afraid of her, you better not provoke her." ”

"As long as she doesn't come to me for trouble." Bernardo has not dealt with such a tyrant in this kind of place, so he naturally knows how to deal with it. Although I was curious, since Hadava said so, there was no need to continue to dwell on it.

"What kind of place is your hometown?"

"One of the more prosperous towns around the snowman...... In addition to this, iron ore and timber are also produced. ”

"Is there a magician?"

"No, only the lord of Snowman has a wizard group there...... However, the grocery store in the town also sells ready-made alchemy potions and ingredients. ”

The two chatted without saying a word, the sun had completely set, and the moonlight had already shed a cold glow.

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Coal mines around Ximu Town (don't complain about the name...... Many of the names of Lao Roll are strange to translate) is a large iron ore mine with the highest production in the entire Skyrim Province. In the martial arts of Skyrim, the need for weapons is as essential as food and clothing. The children of Skyrim can kill chickens and fish without stress when they are young, and most of the Skyrim teenagers can fight a wild wolf with a weapon in hand. With such favorable geographical and favorable conditions, the level of Ximu's forging factory is naturally rising. At the same time, because Xueman is the largest grain producing area in the entire sky, and Ximu with a mild climate sits on several huge farms, so this place can also be said to be a heavy position in the Xueman territory.

Alvor, who was in charge of the mines and foundries, Goerdo, the owner of the lumber mill, and Erlindil, president of the trade association, were among the most prestigious figures in the town. They have the power to formulate, revise and reject policies, and control funds and assets. They were the souls of the whole of Creek, and most of the ordinary people in the town also worked in the industries under the trio, receiving their remuneration from these wealthy capitalists.

In the early morning, the brook already has some prosperous meaning. The streets are filled with energetic or sleepy-eyed pedestrians, hawkers pushing carts selling their freshly baked pancakes or pickled jerky; Farmers in the surrounding farms who get up early in the morning, pulling fresh vegetables behind horse-drawn carts, are arguing over the stalls of the morning market.

Nearby, one or two birds are occasionally able to pick up scraps of meat or food that people have scattered. They chirped and sang happily and jumped on the eaves and screamed loudly, waking up children who wanted to sleep and drunks who had been partying all night in the bar.

This thriving town is waking up from a short sleep.