Seven days after the last forced landing, a brand new human-powered aircraft was built again.

Drawing on the experience of the last time, the center of gravity of the aircraft was adjusted, and the wing was changed from pure wooden wings to wings with wooden skeleton wrapped in pigskin, which is lighter.

Another smooth path was dug along the river, specially prepared for the landing of the plane. Theoretically, you don't have to come back after you go out, but you still leave this runway just in case.

At the speed of a manpower plane, it can fly out of the dense forest in about an hour, but considering the poor load capacity, there is not much to prepare before leaving.

A bow, two barrels of arrows, three days' worth of food, and about 1 pound of gold nuggets, that's all you had to carry with you when you set out.

Although it is said that there will be no problems if the durability does not reach zero, it is still customary to check the various parts of the human-powered aircraft.

The parts are in good condition, the catapult is twisted normally, the weapon food is confirmed, and the ejection!

Pull down the buckle, and the human-powered plane is shot into the sky like a huge feathered arrow.

Pedal back and forth violently, pulling the lever to the end, the power of the pedal is transmitted to the propeller through the gears and chains, and the rudder steadily maintains a ten-degree elevation angle in the nose.

It wasn't until the human-powered plane climbed to an altitude of 3,000 meters that it flattened its direction and flew smoothly toward the northwest.

It was noon, and the hot air currents rising from the sun on the ground brought extra lift to the plane.

While operating the rudder of the aircraft, the altitude is adjusted with the help of the rising turbulent current, and the direction is carefully identified.

After about an hour, the dense forest beneath your feet began to loosen, and large plains appeared on the horizon, and even a small number of houses were scattered in various places.

Great, I'm finally out of this hellish place, and according to the map, a little further forward should be the city of "Kree". Pull the joystick, and the nose of the aircraft is aimed at the diagonal downward acceleration and fly away.

Wait, is it really okay to fly over like this?

Is it really okay to go to a strange world and an unfamiliar society so rashly?

Land the plane on the top of a tree, hide the plane with the canopy, and then climb down the tree.

The plane is too conspicuous, so it's better to be careful.

There are still about 20 kilometers to go out of the forest. In about four hours, you will be able to reach the city of "Kree".

Tighten the package behind his back, take off the longbow and quiver and knife, put away the map, and walk to the city of "Kree".

After picking up a few wild wolves on the way, it was already sunset when we arrived at the city of "Kree".

"Kerry" is not as good as expected, and although there are signs of repair, it still can't hide the signs of damage everywhere.

There are all kinds of armed humans everywhere, and they don't seem to be of a good kind.

Fortunately, I am not so conspicuous here in a wolf skin dress with a long bow on my back, but my height of 1.2 meters is slightly short.

Thanks to the system, I speak a language I've never heard before, but I don't have any communication barriers.

Looking around, the way people trade is through money, and among the currencies traded, there are golden coins.

Very good, it seems that it is indeed prescient to carry gold nuggets on his body, and the value of gold does not seem to be low, so first find a place to exchange gold coins, after all, I have never heard of anyone who goes to the street to buy things with gold bars to pay.

As I walked down the street, the sound of metal knocking caught my attention.

A blacksmith shop appeared on the street, and I was stopped by the sign on the door that said "Buying Ore".

Gold should also be considered a type of ore, so let's take a look at it first.

The walls of the blacksmith shop were covered with all kinds of swords, spears, and a complete set of heavy knight's armor in the middle of the shop, which at first glance seemed quite bluffing, but picking up a knife made me pout.

From the outside, the dagger picked up from the hanger of the blacksmith shop is much more gorgeous than the pig iron knife he made, the blade is extremely smooth, faintly reflecting the cold light, and the non-slip rope wrapped around the handle is also the right weight to hold in the hand.

However, by systematically checking the attributes of the weapon, the damage of 2-4 is a little higher than the stone knife made when he first came to this world, and the durability is half less than the knife he made.

What kind of spirit is this? If you are in the mood to do packaging and refuse to improve the quality, is this blacksmith shop really okay?

"Little girl, have you taken a fancy to this dagger? You can take it with just 1 gold coin," an old man in a shorts apron and a hammer in his hand walked over, presumably the owner of the place.

"Just take a look, buy all kinds of ore here, right?" I responded nonchalantly, pretending to browse the goods, while looking at the old man out of the corner of my eye.

It looks like an ordinary old man, so it should be fine.

"Different ores, different quality and different prices, what ore do you want to exchange?" After hearing that he had not come to buy something, the old man's face changed to a look of contempt.

"Refining good gold, what proportion do you exchange?" Well, you need money for everything, and I'll bear with it.

"You need to see the purity of the gold, so take it out and take a look." The old man pointed to the platform in the blacksmith's shop.

"This is it." After seeing that there was no one else in the store, he casually took out the gold nuggets from the package and threw them on the table.

"100 gold coins." A golden light flashed in the old man's eyes.

"What about you, these gold coins can be made of more than 400 gold coins of the same weight, and even if you add minting losses, you can make at least 400 gold coins." I replied with disdain on my face.

"There's a gold tax on crafting gold coins, and that's worth that much according to the purity of your gold ore." The old man took the gold and put it on the cushion with his hand.

"As a blacksmith, can't you tell the purity of the gold in your hand, this is nine out of nine gold nuggets." I still responded with disdain on my face, but the angle of my body carefully adjusted was ready to attack at any time, this thing wouldn't want to hack my gold nuggets, would it?

"Don't talk nonsense, I can only exchange so much here, if you want to exchange more gold coins, you can go to someone else to exchange it." The old man slapped the table.

"Cut, that's all there is to it." He snatched back the gold nugget from the old man's hand, pursed his lips, drew the knife from his waist, and cut off a small nugget.

"2 gold coins." The old man casually took out two gold coins from under the table and threw them over.

His right hand swept through the air, took the two gold coins that flew in his hand, and walked away without looking back.

--Boundary--

The old man knocked on the table with his hand, and a strong man came in the afternoon.

"Head, are you looking for me?" Although the strong man was much taller than the old man, his face was full of respect, and his bowed body made his head almost lower than the old man's waist.

"Take a few people and keep up with the wild girl who just left, it's a fat sheep." The old man's eyes turned to the direction he had just left.

"Okay, don't worry." The strong man bowed and left.

"Hmph, just a little girl, she dares to look at me with such eyes." The old man sneered for a moment, threw the dagger I had taken off back on the shelf, and turned back into the house.