When Minded woke up, his eyes were full of grayish-brown.

It took him a moment before he realized that he was lying on a bed covered with brown sheets, one of his cheeks pressed against the bed, and his head was facing a brown wooden wall.

After struggling to get up, Kersmund barely sat down against the wall, then looked around and found himself in a small room—a low ceiling, dim light, and a narrow doorway with drapes draped.

In addition, Mindmer found that his waist and abdomen were bandaged, as was his right thigh, and it was obvious that someone had bandaged his wound. But in this environment, Minded had a bad feeling, thinking that he might have been captured by the Eternal Night Coalition and locked up here.

"Anyone?" Kersmund shouted out the door after taking a deep breath.

After a few moments, a diminutive figure lifted the curtain and entered, and Kersmund immediately looked at it and saw that it was a scrawny, withered woman. She wears a yellow headscarf and a brown dress. From her movements, it can be seen that she is obviously old.

"Oh, you're awake! it's been a lot earlier than I expected!" said the woman, smiling, as she saw Sensed sit up, her eyes shining with joy.

"Who are you, where is this?" asked Kersmurd, incredulous.

"My name is Kes, and I'm now a peasant woman in the village of Udinillad, and I'm the wife of farmer Abt, and this is my house, and this room is the room where my son used to sleep. "Yesterday at dawn, my husband went home as usual after transporting some of our harvest to Riwacheze and reselling it all to a grocer as usual. In addition to bringing back some dinars as usual, he also brought you back. It really scared the hell out of me when I found you in the haystack in the car!"

It turned out that the wagon that Kersmerd jumped on before he lost consciousness was actually a donkey cart used by an old farmer named Abt in the village of Udinillad to transport crops. As soon as Ksmerd's body landed heavily on the donkey cart, the old farmer Abt immediately noticed that something was wrong and immediately stopped the cart to inspect it.

When he found that Ksmerd had collapsed on his donkey cart, motionless as if dead, and no matter how much he shouted or slapped his hands, he could not make the stranger react, the ordinary old peasant was for a moment terrified and overwhelmed.

He had wanted to drag Ekmund out of the car, throw him out into the street, and then walk away without doing anything. But he saw the bloody wounds on his back and thigh, but he couldn't bear to leave him alone. He probed his finger into the man of Kersmond and noticed that his breathing, though faint, was continuous, indicating that he could not die.

After a moment's hesitation, the old farmer Abt covered the body of Kosmerd with a large pile of hay on his cart - the hay that Abt had used to wrap the crops and prevent them from being unnecessarily damaged during the journey, but now had a new purpose: to hide Kosmerd from outsiders.

Abt drove his donkey cart as fast as he could through the long streets, and then through the gates of the city of Rivachaze.

That morning, the morning sun rose as usual, spreading endless light and heat onto the earth. In the warm sunshine, many of the people in the tilly saw Abt's donkey cart speeding down the street, but none of them could find the body of Kosmerd, hidden under a large pile of hay, the body that was getting colder and colder in the warmer and warmer sunlight.

Although many people were amazed by the donkey cart, they were only amazed at the speed of the donkey cart. It was the first time they had seen a donkey cart that could run so fast, and the donkey carts they usually saw were moving slowly, not much faster than a human walk. The donkey cart of the old farmer Abt undoubtedly refreshed their preconceived notion of the speed of the donkey cart.

Abt trembled as he drove his donkey cart forward, not daring to relax in the slightest. He was afraid that someone would suddenly rush out, intercept him, and then tear out the boy of unknown origin from the haystack in his car, with multiple injuries all over his body. At that time, if this kid was going to be unlucky, then he would naturally not be able to get out of it, and he would also suffer.

Although the old farmer Abt did not live in Živatze, he had been in and out of Živache a lot over the years, had dealings with many people in Živatče, and had a lot to know about the town of Živache. As far as Abt knew, the lord of Maliga in Zhivacheze was a complete scumbag. It is precisely because of such a lord that the Riwacha will hide dirt and dirt as it does now.

Under the sun, the sun is prosperous and peaceful, and most of them seem to be well-nourished and content. The artisans are doing a brisk business, and many immigrants come here from other places to try their luck and make a fortune here.

In reality, however, Riwacha is a sinful town disguised beneath a surface of prosperity and peace, and it is only when darkness sets that the town reveals its true colors. Abt had heard many rumors from Živakharze, tales of dehumanizing slave traders and murderous assassins that were common in the town.

Abuk didn't know who the kid was in his car right now, and he wasn't sure he was a good guy. But he is now injured and unconscious, and if he doesn't care about him, he may soon die on the streets. No matter who he once was, he was now just a poor man who was dying and in need of help, so the old peasant could not bear to abandon him. Moreover, the old farmer's wife was a doctor when she was young, and the sense of responsibility to save lives and help the wounded was more or less passed from her to him.

Sin is rampant, but conscience is not extinguished. The old farmer Abt kept his conscience and summoned up the courage to lend a helping hand to Kersmead.

; Soon after, Abt's donkey cart came to the gates of Živatze. As he was about to pass through the gates, which were guarded by several guards, the old farmer Abt took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure, trying to keep his expression as calm as ever.

The alert gaze of one of the guards swept over Abt's body and froze on the haystack carried by his donkey cart. But in the end, he still didn't notice anything, and Abt's donkey cart passed through the city gate unimpeded.

Escaping the gaze of the guards, Abt breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally let go of the eyes that he had mentioned. Out of the gates, he made his way westward, slowing down, but not much. The sturdy black donkey, who pulled the cart, was tired and panting, and its head was shaking, but it was still moving steadily.

Abt was very glad that he didn't treat the black donkey badly, he kept him well fed and housed, and washed his body often, so that he could run so fast today, and didn't make him worry too much.

The donkey cart passed through a vast coastal plain, and as it crossed an endless field of wheat, the sea breeze continued to blow, setting off layers of wheat waves. If you look at it from a long distance, you will feel as if it has become a small boat, riding the waves on the golden waves of the wheat field.

After crossing this large wheat field, the donkey cart enters a grove where the village of Udinillad, where the cart's destination is located.

Dozens of houses are clustered together to form this small village. Most of these houses are stone houses, and only a few are wood houses. Abt's donkey cart stopped in front of a wooden house.

Thankfully, Abt's wife, Keth, had been a doctor in her youth, and had not forgotten some important medical skills because of her old age, so she gave Kersmoud the treatment she could and needed in time to prevent his health from deteriorating. In addition, Abt and Keth secretly hid Kersmer in their house without letting the other villagers know, so that they could avoid a bunch of troubles, both obvious and unexpected.

By the time Minder woke up, a day and a night had passed, but it was much earlier than Kess had expected—she expected him to be asleep for at least two or three days before he woke up.

After listening to Kath's explanation, Korsmoud figured out what had happened.

"Thank you for helping me, or my fate would have been dire! Thank you very much!" said to Keth gratefully.

"You're welcome, kid, what's your name? You're young, and you don't look like a bad boy who doesn't do your job, why were you hurt by someone? Did you offend someone in Riwache? I can tell that your wounds are all caused by a sharp blade, and that all three wounds are caused by different weapons, are you besieged by several men?"

"My name is Ksmerd, and I came to Živakō because I took the wrong boat, and the place I wanted to go was Sagoth. I offended another group of people because I helped some people, and I was hunted down by them. And I am so embarrassed today, perhaps because I am too young and have seen too little of the ugliness of the world!"

"Oh, it's so serious? I can tell you're a Nord, and my husband is a pure Nord as well. He's old now, and you probably won't be able to tell it. But when he was young, his figure was as tall and strong as yours, and his face was as angular and sharp as yours. Child, it's hard for you to be alone!" Kath said this, her tone became sad, and her voice lowered, as if she began to talk to herself, "He is not having a good time, after all these years, what is he doing now?"

Suddenly, Kersmund realized that something was wrong, and said anxiously, "By the way, I can't stay here for too long, those people will probably find me here." I must leave as soon as possible! If they find out that I am here in this state, I will not only be powerless to protect myself, but will also affect you! Therefore, I can only find a way to repay your kindness to me in the future, and at this moment, I must leave here as soon as possible!"

"Don't be afraid, child, we in Udinillad are under the direct jurisdiction of Fort Bruga, and besides, Fort Bruga is not far to the west of our village. The lord of Brugafort, Wiramboye, was a lord who was able to fight well and was very upright. Our village is peaceful under the protection of him and his army. Those rampant pirates don't dare to come near us, and the evil forces from Riwacheze don't dare to come here and hurt you easily. You can rest assured that you will stay here for a few days! When you have recovered from your injuries, it will not be too late to leave. ”

"No, the people I have offended are not ordinary wicked people. They're coming against me, and it's not for a lord or his army to help me stop them. Because those people are very good at sneaking up on me in the dark, or disguised themselves, appearing around me, and then using their multi-trickery and excellent killing skills against me, often unleashing surprise attacks on me when I least expect them. Ekmerd said with a jealous voice, and at the same time anxious to get out of here. He felt that he was now running away as far away as safe, and he really didn't want to bother these two kind-hearted innocent old men.

"Well, since you've made up your mind, neither will we keep you, nor will we be able to keep you. Many young people are like this, they tend to do what they want to do immediately, and rarely think about the consequences or the feelings of those around them. He's the same way, but you're better than him, at least not without saying goodbye!" Kath said with a wry smile, her eyes moistened and seemed to be filled with tears. "No," said Kosmerd, "I decided to leave here immediately because I thought about the consequences and took into account you, and I didn't want to involve you! Also, who are you talking about?"

"He is the son of me and Abt, the only son. Thirteen years ago, in the spring, he suddenly ran away from home and disappeared. He was only fifteen years old that year, and now thirteen years have passed, and he has not been heard from at all, and we have no idea where he is now, and of course, we cannot be sure whether he is dead or alive. As she spoke, Kath burst into tears.

"Why did he run away from home?" asked Kersmurd.

"We can't be sure that three nights before he left home, his father and I decided to send him to an apprenticeship with a craftsman in Riwache, so that he could become a craftsman in the future, and with his skills, he would be able to start a family and live a worry-free life in Riwache," Keith said. This is the best stepping stone that the two of us can provide for his life, after all, we are poor farmers. ”

"Did he object to your decision at the time?"

"He did not object, on the contrary, he also agreed with our decision. I distinctly remember him nodding his head in agreement. He was sensible, and must have understood that we had sent him to be an apprentice to a craftsman for his own sake. But three days later, early in the morning,......" Keith said this, choked up, and tears finally burst out of her eyes, and she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve before continuing to cry, "When we found him gone, his bed was cold, which means that he had already left his room and left our home. We searched the whole village of Udinillad at once, and then called in a number of people, and searched as best we could the coastal area from Fort Bruga to Zhivacheze, the nearby snowfields, and even the border between Nord and Vigia, but found no trace of him. He must have left in the middle of the night, taking advantage of the heavy rain. ”

"Didn't he say anything unusual before he left, and how can you be sure that he left on his own?" asked Kersmode, whose heart immediately became heavy when he heard this, sadly.

"Before he left, it was business as usual, and we couldn't even notice anything wrong. he

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