"Helen! Stop! Helen... Helen..."Lothar, who had been walking on the strange wasteland for an unknown amount of time, stopped breathlessly. He propped his hands on his knees and understood one thing, that is, a man who walked on two feet could not compete with a man floating in the sky. The Count took a few deep breaths, and sorted out his chaotic breathing, although his worries about Helen were still stirring, but Helen had not encountered any danger in wandering around along the way, and there seemed to be only eternal wasteland and branches growing out of the ground.

Feeling tired, the Count simply sat down, he could clearly notice the changes in his body over the years, especially in the years after his wife's death, depression made Lothar neglect to exercise his body for a while, although his combat experience was far better than his former self, but his body's ability to recover was no longer growing. Clenching his fists with a slight force, he smiled self-deprecatingly, the Count of Montenegro had been able to replenish adequate nutrition since he was a child, and he had received systematic and rigorous training, and in such a situation, he was already stronger than most or even most warriors of this era. "So what else do you have to be reluctant to? Do you think you can be tempered into something inhuman?"

Shaking his head and throwing the casual words out of his mind, the priority now is not to feel sorry for the limits of his body, but to find a way to break away from this strange land. Thinking of this, Lothar raised his head again, and above his head was a blank void, an inexplicable place where even darkness did not exist. He shrugged his nose and turned his gaze in the direction he had come, the repetition of the sight and the unchanging flatness of the ground made it impossible for him to return the way he came. He doesn't regret it, though. Even if she was trapped here, Helen would not be fine.

Speaking of which, hasn't it been a long time since the child has been heard? According to previous experience, Helen would have found her father not following her soon, but this time, why did she not have a shadow? The heartbeat that had just calmed down became fierce again, and Lothar urged her unrecovered body to get up from the ground, trying to find anything related to her daughter.

He called out Helen's name a few times, but of course received no response. While this was normal, and it wasn't surprising that voices were muffled by invisible walls in this land, the uneasiness in Lothar's heart as a father grew with each shout. He walked in the direction where Helen had disappeared, and then gradually turned into running, until he was exhausted and stumbled into the protruding branch in front of him and fell backwards, and his movement stopped. "Helen..."

"Abba, did you call me?" the daughter's face rushed into Lothar's field of vision from above, covering the void above her head, "Sister Peg just called me to dinner! Our lunch today is moss mushroom soup with winter wheat bread, ah yes, and fresh fish, I like to eat fish, and the fish here is different from what I have eaten before, there is no taste of the sea! That is, there are more spines in the fish, Helen doesn't like fish with many spines, but Helen doesn't like fish with too much sea..."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha... Ahem!" Seeing the innocent confusion on Helen's face, Lothar naturally let out a laugh, but because of the excessive exercise, his dry throat immediately tightened, turning the laughter into a violent cough. The girl, who had just been immersed in the trouble of river fish and sea fish, immediately became nervous when she saw her father, and she circled around Lothar's body, reaching out to try to touch her father, but after several attempts to pass through Lothar's body, she felt great frustration, and even tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's okay, Helen, I'm okay. Lothar, who sat up from the ground with a cough, comforted her daughter. He was glad that Helen's lack of response was only for such reasons. And through his daughter's words, the Count also realized that it was already noon in the outside world, that is, he had not been trapped in this space for long. Interestingly, when he realized this, the hunger and thirst in his stomach and the fatigue in his body were relieved to a considerable extent, as if the previous exhaustion was an illusion.

I see. Through this incident, Lothar sensed some principles of this strange world, it seems that in this land, psychological effects will affect physical reality on some level, as a warrior who has strict control over his own condition, he will not really regard the physical condition just now as an illusion. And by analogy, if Helen had not brought information from outside this space, it was very likely that the Count at this time would have been swallowed up by preset hunger, thirst and fatigue because of the loss of his sense of time, and it was not even impossible to starve to death of thirst and exhaustion.

"Are you really all right? You don't look good, haven't you eaten? Helen go find something in the kitchen for you to eat!"

"I can't eat what you take from the kitchen, remember? We're in two places. Lothar stopped her reckless daughter and reminded Helen of her current condition in a gentle tone.

"That's... What then?" Helen was about to cry, she didn't know how to help her father, the witch's magic gave her a way to see Lothar, but she could only see.

"It's okay, you're here to help Abba. The Count smiled and stood up again, "Come on, let's see if there's anything else here." ”

Lothar's words and deeds gave Helen confidence, and the girl was no longer depressed, nor wandering around by her own temperament, she accompanied her father, and the two of them walked through this barren land. The feeling was subtle, for even in normal times, the Count rarely enjoyed such moments with his daughter. Because in fact, Lothar was a little afraid of Helen, she was too much like her, even though there were differences in appearance and age, but in the eyes of the earl, he could always see the shadow of his dead wife in his daughter. So in addition to the necessary contact, in fact, Lothar and Helen have not really been together for a long time, let alone like now, the father and daughter have taken a walk together, if the current situation can be called a walk.

Along the way, the two talked about many things, such as the seasons in Valley City, the diet of the rats, the witches' taste in clothes, and Lothar told his daughter about the sight of the grassland he saw and the herders who lived on the grassland and were disgusted by the lion people, of course, this time his account was not hostile. Helen always gave pleasant answers to her father's questions, and in the eyes of this child, the world seemed to have a more interesting appearance, the rat people were furry, the underground city was a paradise of adventure, and the witches, who seemed terrible and unpredictable to ordinary people, actually had their own habits. At least Helen knew how exaggerated the amount of time Peg spent tending to that long hair every day.

In the midst of these conversations, the space doesn't seem so scary. After the two of them walked forward for a while, the scenery finally changed. In front of them, a river appeared. Lothar approached curiously, but did not smell anything strange, and the color of the river was unusually clear, but the bottom of the river could not be seen. The Count hesitated, but could not resist the thirst in his throat, and he carefully took some of the river water in his hand, frowning slightly when he felt the coldness of the river. The coldness reminded him of groundwater from a deep well. Although there were still many concerns, the Count tried to drink a small sip of the liquid in his hand. It is the taste of water. He and Helen waited a few more minutes, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual about their bodies from the river, they drank some more.

"Helen, fly up and see both ends of the river?" the girl nodded, floating upwards to about three meters, and then looked around.

"I can't see it, but there seems to be something in the direction of the river. Helen didn't see it, she just felt it. The more Helen spoke, the more she became unconfident, and she still didn't understand what intuition was and whether intuition could be used as a basis for judging reality.

However, his daughter's words gave Lothar a goal, and he was more inclined to move up or down the river than aimlessly. And since Helen's intuition pointed upstream, he was happy to save the choice. Having taken his attention, the Count regained his confidence. Now that he has a reliable supply of water and a daughter by his side, there's no reason why he can't get out of here, can he?