Is this the woodland where gold diggers run rampant?

Al nudged the weeds that kept scraping his cheeks, and in his mind he thought of the forest of giant trees that seemed to have no boundaries. After piecing together all the descriptions that I had heard from others before, like fragments, the result was such a picture.

- Grass and bare ore, the remains of gold diggers carrying a lot of treasures, and small beasts stupid enough to look into traps, and sexy and seductive female gold diggers?

Sounds good, Al let out a long [but......] , and then scolded in his heart.

I'll you!" There was no half of the truth in those people's mouths, although it was the first time they had entered this place, but, from the perspective of a serf who had a correct understanding of the world, the pile of things in front of him that had rubbed himself all over his body was definitely not anything, well, herbs that could cure diseases and save people.

And this - Al grabbed a broken stone and threw it forward, accurate enough to smash into the obstructive bushes, which were definitely not valuable ores, and there were no small beasts in the bushes that could fall when they were smashed!

Grunt...... Grunt......

Especially now, this lie is especially infuriating!

As for the gold diggers, not to mention the sexy and seductive, they are particularly thick limbs, not to mention the living, just the remains, and they have not seen it!

Of course, I didn't mean that I wanted to fight any bad ideas, but I just hoped to meet someone who was familiar with the woodland, such as a gold digger (female), so that I could help the other party get out of this dangerous place, and by the way, I would just help the other party share a little food that could not be eaten. Of course, if you can, you don't mind forming a deep friendship with each other, laying a strong foreshadowing for the next development.

Yes, the point of the idea is definitely to get out of this dangerous place first.

Absolutely.

For not only did I not see any of the above beautiful things, but I met a beast that no one had ever mentioned, fierce and bloodthirsty, swift in its movements, with sharp claws that could instantly disembowel people, and sharp teeth that could easily crush human skulls.

Out of fear of them, and that's why Al was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, he really couldn't walk.

On the way to town, Al had already noticed that the interval between his rests was getting shorter and shorter, and he was already tired after walking a few steps before he threw himself on the ground.

He'd run out of food and water, and if this improvised trap didn't bring him a lunch, he might never get out of here again.

This made Al feel a little resentful of the woman, the maid he had thought was interesting to him, of course, he had thought of it more than once in the days he had been on the run, and every time he thought about it, he was always ashamed, and couldn't help but curse himself: it was so self-inflicted!

If it weren't for the fact that it was really inappropriate now, he would have slapped himself in the face according to the usual practice, and he recalled which side of the face it was his turn to be slapped this time, but he was dizzy and couldn't remember.

And the reason for all this is that more than ten days ago, Al accidentally broke a major event that left a heavy mark in his pale world.

Serfs are the object of oppression, all their lives, not without the possibility of turning over, but that kind of thing is not decided according to people's wishes, Al dares to [hx] lewd, but does not dare to hold hope.

It was an almost normal night, the only difference was that Al, who had been tired all day, couldn't control himself for a while, and drank a lot of water before going to bed, so much so that he woke up in the middle of the night with urine. Before this time, he never got up at night, although he was not honest when he slept, but he generally slept until dawn, after all, all serfs who were not tired to death naturally developed this good habit.

Of course, he didn't think about it at that time, but the more he tried to endure this kind of thing, the more he couldn't bear it.

Waking up at night meant that the serf's only few hours of sleep could not be fully utilized, and he might not get enough sleep because of this, which would lead to mistakes in the next day's work, but he would not dare to make mistakes, and if he made mistakes, he would be whipped or work harder, which would make him sleep harder, and if he was not careful, a vicious circle would be formed, and the snowball would roll him all over his body and roll into the river where the corpses were thrown.

He cursed in a low voice and got up from the haystack, and went to look for the toilet in a daze, and as he passed the kitchen, he heard a strange sound from inside, and he didn't think it was at the time, on the one hand he thought he had heard it wrong, and on the other hand, he also tried his best to maintain this state of confusion, otherwise he would have to waste a lot of time in the process of brewing sleepiness, and if he fell into a state where he couldn't sleep the more he wanted to sleep, he would beep the dog!

So the young man went straight to solve the big thing.

But it backfired, and as soon as the autumn night breeze blew, the sleepiness he was caring for as a treasure was blown away.

So when he passed the kitchen on the road again, he confirmed that it was not an illusion just now, and there was indeed a voice coming from inside, which couldn't help but remind him of two words - there is a thief?

Catch a thief and you'll be rewarded by the butler!

Al had smelled the smell of meat, but had never eaten it, so he licked his tongue, mustered up, and tiptoed to the door, leaning down on the doorframe, and gently leaning his ear to listen.

At that moment, his expression became extremely complicated.

Through the door, the sound from inside made him a little overwhelmed for a while, but he instinctively felt excited, and his blood was boiling.

It was a blushing sound, like pain and pleasure, two rapid gasps, one heavy and dull, one trembling and charming, and the sound of something slapping, and something like [...... Why are you so good today......] 、[...... Be quiet......] This kind of voice.

The serf's eyes widened, and the boiling blood gradually converged to a certain part.

As a man in the heyday of fantasy and desire, he was both familiar and unfamiliar with the sound, like those mouth-watering pieces of meat that Al had never really eaten, but had fantasized about its taste a thousand times, just like other serfs, either together or alone in the dark.

Goo.

Al wanted to eat meat, but he knew that it was impossible, and he just wanted to actually smell the meat.

He was anxious to see what kind of meat was inside, roe deer, hares, pheasants.

He was eager to see what kind of meat it was, steamed, fried, fried?