Above the wilderness, lush vines are growing unbridled. They continue to extend, expanding in all directions, hoping to engulf more living space. Like the intelligent creatures that once flourished.

Somewhere in this vast expanse of grass, there is a small inconspicuous circular clearing. The clearing is quite strange, whether it is animals, plants, even the very tenacious weeds, they will rely on the instinct of the creatures to want to stay away from this place. This makes the circular clearing barren and desolate, very different from the surrounding environment.

The noon sun is dazzling and bright, bringing a trace of warmth to the slightly cold spring.

At this time, on top of this strange clearing, a light curtain suddenly lit up. The light curtain ripples like a breeze on the surface of a lake. Immediately after, a sturdy human in leather armor strode out of the light curtain.

The human exhaled a long sigh of relief. The next moment, the light curtain shattered and disappeared like a bubble, leaving only the human himself, standing in place in a daze......

Barrett squinted slightly, feeling the familiar and strange world in front of him. The sun is like a lover's fingertips, gently caressing the face, the intoxicating warmth hits one after another, making people relax and tired; the breeze blows through the ears, in the gentle licking, with a low whisper of soft words to tell a little heartfelt heart, making people's hearts itch and unbearable, and feelings spread.

The sudden transition from the black and gray dead space to the colorful main material world made Barrett a little uncomfortable for a while. Everything around him was so full of life, and he could clearly feel that he was like a wounded and crying child returning to his mother's arms, being accepted, tolerated, and comforted by the world.

It's not like being in a sealed space, full of inconsistencies at all times.

"Hey, little Eve, I say, are you still there?" Barrett snapped.

There was no voice in his head to respond, but he could vaguely sense the little guy's emotions at this time.

The little ghost was observing the world in front of her through the talisman at this time, her emotions were filled with excitement and panic, and a little bit of anger. Because the little one wanted to confide in him as before, but he couldn't get his voice into his head, let alone directly from the amulet.

In this vibrant world right now, there is not so much negative energy for her to use.

"Don't be in a hurry, maybe you will come out one night after that, or when the moon is full or moonless. Barrett comforted the depressed little ghost, "When I have a chance in the future, I will find a reliable mage to help you ask." ”

The little ghost seemed to be in a better mood, as if he was yawning and wanted to sleep.

"Rest well. After coaxing the little one, Barrett sighed inwardly, a little nostalgic for the time when he was alone.

He looked around a little dazedly, and was amazed to find his young, sturdy mount still waiting for him by the pond not far away, which could not help but move Barrett slightly.

Although the horse was disobedient and greedy, it was still quite reliable at the critical moment! Barrett thought, at least he didn't choose to run away alone.

Barrett stretched his stiff body and strode towards the pond. Dragonskin boots rustled against the green grass. At this time, the little peony horse, who was leisurely eating aquatic plants by the pond, raised his head and discovered Barrett's existence. The next moment, the little peony horse ran towards him full of surprise and cheerfulness, and kept rubbing his face affectionately......

No, the above scenario is just Barriet's brain.

In fact, the little pony by the pond looked up at him, then lowered his head again without any reaction, and continued to eat the aquatic plants, as if his return seemed to him to be a trivial matter.

Barrett, stunned for a moment, walked up to his mount with a dark face, and he took the horse's head in both hands and dragged it in front of him, so that it looked him directly in the eyes.

"Look at me!" he commanded in a loud voice, "ahem, who am I?"

There was an innocent expression in the pure black eyes of the mount, full of spirituality, as if to say, 'Don't you know who you are?' and ask me. Whoever you want is whomever you want, I don't care anyway. ’

It broke free from Barrett's palm and arched his left hand with the long face of a horse, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Alas, what else can I say? It didn't run away anyway, it was always waiting for itself, and that was enough. Couldn't have asked more for this disobedient guy.

Barrett was speechless and took out a few carrots from the spatial ring, and the young pony showed a cheerful and happy expression and showed him intimacy.

......

Two days later, the exhausted Barrett came to the city again.

He didn't rest too well along the way, and although sleeping in the wild was nothing to him, the little cold power left on his body still haunted him. And it actually rained yesterday.

The rain was not heavy, but it lasted for a whole day, and it did not stop until noon today. The rain drenched Barrett so much that he felt like he was being held in his arms by a little ghost, surrounded by a biting cold from the inside out.

Fortunately, the gates of Shamrock Castle finally appeared in front of him, which meant delicious food, warm hot baths, soft beds, and plenty of rest.

Barrett thinks she'll definitely sleep all day, if no one disturbs her and she doesn't feel hungry.

He was so tired and needed a break, a good rest.

Barrett led the 'carrot' and lined up quietly at the city gate. The line wasn't long, and it was moving fast, and it would be his turn in a few minutes.

However, the entire procession into the city suddenly stopped for some reason. Barrett looked sideways and saw an unkempt man in a linen robe in front of him, talking to the guards at the city gates. The man bowed slightly, with a flattering smile under his hair-like artemisia, and as he spoke, he kept pointing to his own tattered and patched robes, as if he wanted to pay less of the entrance tax.

The young guard across from him kept shaking his head, as if to explain something, but to no avail.

Eventually, another guard couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the man by the neck impatiently and dragged him out of the ranks. And he stabbed the tail of the spear so hard that the man ran away with a cry of pain.

The team finally began to move again, and the man in the robe just stood not far away, his face full of frustration and refused to leave.

It was Barrett's turn, he paid the normal tax of one silver coin to enter the city, and was ready to go into the city to find a better restaurant, eat a hard meal first, and sleep beautifully.

But just as he had just stepped through the city gate and had not taken a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by an old, gray-haired guard.

"What's the matter?" Barrett asked impatiently. He clasped his hand on the hilt of his sword and stared at the roadblock in front of him with a frown. The fatigue and exhaustion of the days made his mood really irritable.

And his subconscious move was obviously a bit dangerous and provocative in the eyes of the guards.

The rest of the guards immediately surrounded him, their spears flat-ended, and pointed their sharp spears at Barrett. And the archers on the walls drew their arrows and put them on their bows, as if at the slightest danger they would shoot them on the spot.

For a while, the scene was a little tense.

"Hey, don't be nervous. The white-haired guard motioned for calm, "Relax, adventurer, I'm just going to ask you a few ordinary questions." ”

"Why me?"

"Because, you smell of the dead. ”

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