No, no, no! Tarrant slapped his face vigorously, this was a dream, this was a dream! The meadows, the woods, and the feathers that had just fallen on the ground! Why was it so real, he clearly remembered that he had already experienced this scene, it was impossible!

He felt a fear that he had never felt before, far more terrifying than any fear he had experienced before, and common sense and logic were completely consumed by this fear!

No, calm down, Tarrant clenched his hands into fists, he found that his ten fingers were trembling, to calm down, he clenched his fists in his arms, and his whole body began to tremble, damn it, Tarrant leaned over and washed his face with the stream, "Paladin, calm down!" he kept shouting. $

"Goo-goo-goo-" A flock of white birds flew over the woods.

"Damn!" Tarrant looked up at the sky, confused, memory is a dream? now is a dream? yesterday, just yesterday! Here he woke up, walked down the stream, into the woods, chased the halfling, and then into the cave under the peak, and Tarrant turned his head to see that the peak was in view, exactly the same!Oh my God, what the hell was going on......

How to explain it...... Tarrant falls on the grass, strange woods, hidden lava, confused time, and now twisted memories!

Is it Nicole's magic? Confused thinking?Tarrant banged his head hard, he was sober, he was lying in the doorway of the lava cave last night, holding ...... Tarrant looked down and saw the dragon emblem hanging from his belt...... How did this qiē happen!

The halfling! The halfling must have known what was going on!Tarrant sprang to his feet, and if yesterday's memory was correct, the halfling would be in the woods. This time he must not be allowed to run, and Tarrant ran towards the woods.

Memories of yesterday came back to me unusually clearly, and Tarrant straightened forward, and he was where he should be.

The woods seemed to be asleep.

Perhaps his memory was wrong, Tarrant continued to pace forward, his intuition telling him that he was near here, and he traced the memory carefully, following the stream into the woods, this time in a straight line. The time is slightly advanced. The halfling may not have arrived yet, so it's time to get ready.

The grass was level, and Tarrant leaned over, unable to find the materials to make the trap. Even when digging a pit, there is no covering. He flipped through the spirit pattern bag. There are only some simple treatment supplies, bandages, hemostatic drugs. A few flasks, well--Tarrant flipped open the bandage, which was made of fine linen silk, he bit open a section and pulled out one of the flax threads, which no one in the grass would notice, the disadvantage was that it was not strong enough to trip a person, Tarrant wrapped the flax silk around a vial of blue flix, and placed the vial squarely in the middle of a clearing.

Very well, that's it, the halfling will definitely see it, and as it obediently walked up to Tarrant, Tarrant lay behind the big tree, ready as soon as he tried it lightly, and the vial shook.

Waiting for time, Tarrant adjusted his breathing, his ten fingers were no longer trembling, he was disappointed in his fear just now, why would he be so afraid that he lost the ability to act, he was like a poor three-year-old child, Maxine's dragon paladin must be free from fear, Tarrant silently recited Maxine's blessing, he suddenly remembered the shadow that turned into Rex in the underground temple of the God of Knowledge, the fear at that time was almost the same, he knew nothing, there was no way to fight back, yes...... It's desperation, he is never afraid of a physical opponent, because he knows how to defeat the other party, that desperation stems from losing plans and goals in the unknown, his adaptability and adaptability are not enough, Katrina's erudition is what he needs, Tarrant knocks on his chest, "Learn from the great ** master." ”

"Hurry, hurry!" was a voice dozens of feet away, kid.

The sound of running, more than one person, Tarrant leaned on the ground and listened carefully, right hand in front of him.

"Is he still there?" said the other child, gasping for air.

"He's coming after him", the third child, "Run!"

The children were running here, they should be about to see the bottle, Tarrant continued to lie on his stomach, the running sound was soft and chaotic, there was a group of halfling children, and sure enough, there was a village.

"Look, what is that!" someone spotted the bait.

"Is it a bug?"

Tarrant cautiously probed the potion in front of five halfling children, and the first step of the plan was successful, and he jerked the flax silk.

"Wow!" exclaimed, and the children ducked.

"It's jumping," a few seconds later a child reacts.

"What the hell is that?" asked the same question.

"Should go find 9 and take a look. ”

Is 9 a nickname, Tarrant remembers this number.

"Let's go back, I'm afraid. ”

"Don't you want 9 to see this thing", a bold kid took a step forward.

"157 tell you to be careful!" said one of the children, "28 is right, let's go back." ”

157?28?What's the situation, is it a number to represent a name, Tarrant breathed a sigh, he could catch one in two more steps, he tugged at it, and the potion fell in front of the tree.

"Look, it's jumping so high, it's so fun!" the halfling pounced, the potion pressed under him, "I caught it!"

"Will it bite!?" asked the timid child.

"No, it's not moving", the halfling picked it up and looked at it carefully, "It seems to be a vial, why does it jump?"

"Take it to 9 and show it, he must know. ”

"I think ...... too" The halfling saw a huge figure through the bottle, and he put down the bottle, "Ahhh

The scream made Tarrant's eardrums ache, and he lifted up the little one, "Quiet, okay?" ”

All the little ones froze in place, and the fear made them forget the meaning of their legs.

"I'm sorry, I scared you", Tarrant put away the potion, "I'm just an adventurer, I'm lost." ”

The children glared together, and no one answered.

In the distance came a halfling, sackcloth, shorts, the same from yesterday, strangely he didn't seem to recognize Tarrant, just stayed there and didn't know what to do.

"Run!" suddenly exclaimed one of the children.

All the little ones turned and ran backwards, and the late one ran into the woods with them.

"Hey!" Tarrant shouted, and no one paid attention. "Okay", thankfully he was still holding one, the halfling was shaking, his eyes were moist, "I have no ill will, I won't eat you, I won't lock you up", Tarrant kept smiling.

"Help!" replied the halfling.

"Hey, hey!" Tarrant scribbled into his mouth, "I'll eat you if you yell!" The world fell silent, "Listen." I'll let you go now. But you'll have to do me a favor and take me to your village. ”

The child hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, what a good boy, it's cute". Tarrant slowly put him down. "Where is your village?"

The halfling pointed ahead.

"Far away?"

"No-far". The love of the halfling has not yet recovered.

"Okay, what's your name?"

“157。 ”

"157?

“157。 ”

"Interesting name", Tarrant pulled out a small red flask. "A gift for you. ”

The halfling took the gift, and the poor big eyes looked at it repeatedly, "Yes...... Blood?"

"No, no, it's sugar, put it away, let's go", Tarrant helped shove the potion into the halfling's pocket.

The halfling nodded gratefully, "This way." ”

Tarrant looked at the location of the lower peak, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Tarrant." ”

"Tower-Lun-Grid-?" repeated the halfling earnestly.

"No, Ta-Lan-T-"

"Tower-Lun-Grid-?" the halfling repeated again.

"Well, I'm Talenge, how many people are there in your village. ”

"A lot", the halfling makes an exaggerated gesture with his hands outward.

"Why did your parents name you 157?

"What are parents?" asked the halfling, turning his head.

“...... Your father and mother", the words Tarrant have not been used for a long time, and in the aristocratic circles some words have the same meaning but the effect will be completely different, and others will think that the guy who speaks is from a small village.

"Mom and Dad?" the halflings didn't notice that they were two words, and they pronounced them into one word.

Strange, Tarrant explained, "Yours...... The people who gave birth to you, the people who lived with you and took care of you. ”

"You mean 156?"

It's so strange that Tarrant didn't continue to answer, what do these numbers represent...... "Who is 9?"

"The smartest of us. ”

"Take me to 9", Tarrant quickened his pace, "Which empire does this belong to?"

"Empire?"

"State, or...... What part of the continent?"

"Continental?"

Halflings don't know a lot of words, almost like idiots, is this an isolated ** village, Tarrant can only speculate like this, this is in a stage of ignorance and unknown, they don't know the outside world yet.

When he walked to the village, he found that this speculation was completely wrong, large buildings of masonry, the same size as human buildings, neatly arranged shops and houses, signposted intersections, completely modern towns, and even more strangely, only halflings on the road.

"Why did you build your house so high?" all the halflings on the road looked at Tarrant, making him a little restrained.

"I don't know. ”

"Are there humans here?"

"What is a human being?"

"Someone as tall as me. ”

"Nope. ”

"157!" a child whispered at the intersection in the distance.

"Come here", 157 shouted, "He gave me a gift", 157 pulled out the potion, "Come and see." ”

A few more children appeared, and they watched Tarrant.

Tarrant pulled out the potion, "Give it to them, where's 9?"

"The front office. ”

A common word appeared here and seemed ridiculous, and Tarrant clapped his hands, "Go ahead, I'll go find 9 myself." ”

"9 in the tavern", the child in the distance overhears the conversation, "he is looking at another human." ”

"Human!?" Tarrant was intrigued, "Where's the tavern?"

"Turn left on the street ahead. ”

Tarrant ran briskly, screaming from time to time in the street, and some timid halflings were frightened to the ground.

A number of halflings had gathered in front of the tavern, all of them quietly discussing, and when they saw Tarrant behind them, they all dispersed.

"Hello," Tarrant waved his hand into the tavern, "you sat here drinking while I was running around? ”

"Before you, do you want wine", Kira Veton took a sip without care.

"I have a question to ask. ”

"No, I don't know anything", Kira Veton patted his forehead, "where is this, what time is it, why are we here, why are we having strange dreams, I don't know anything, I'm going crazy!"