It was getting late, everything around was getting dark, a carriage was parked next to the avenue, and the "horse" in front of it was bored with the smell of the ground with his nose, and sniffed from time to time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe surrounding vegetation makes it a bit desolate, and in front of this wide avenue is a vast and endless forest.

It looks like it's off the beaten track.

Lynch leaned against the small carriage, and Perlicius peeked his hands and head out of the carriage, holding a crumpled map that he had messed up, and whispered to Lynch—because Lily in the carriage was sleeping with her eyes closed, and the child had been warned by Lynch to collapse his brain.

"We are here now. Polysius whispered, pointing to the map in his hand, and the lines on the map changed rapidly under Pelly's instructions, starting to enlarge from the previous whole map, and gradually, Wells was enlarged to the entire map, and a path that was too small to be drawn on the map appeared where Polysius pointed his little finger, and a section of the path had a small black dot, next to it was marked with small characters that looked like children had written by children: "I".

"Hmm," Lynch nodded, looking at the forest behind the trail on the map, and tilted his head a little to avoid the child's hand, as Perlicius tried to remove the hood that Lynch was wearing. The forest is simply endless and vast compared to the paths, it occupies half of the magnified map, and it seems to have no end in sight: "Doesn't there be a name for such a large forest?"

"Huh?" the child's attention was drawn to Lynch, and he forgot for a moment what he was trying to say: "Why is a forest named?—that's not the point, we're on the wrong side now!"

Lynch tapped Perlicius on the forehead again, "Be quiet." ”

Perlicius let go of the map, covered his reddened head with tears in his eyes, and whispered, "You hurt me." ”

This kid's physical fitness is even much better than that of an ordinary adult, and Lynch doesn't think he will hurt like this.

Lynch took the falling map in one hand, and watched the intricate lines on it slowly disappear, eventually turning into a crumpled roll of parchment with nothing: "Is this thing only available to you?"

Perlicius immediately changed his tearful appearance just now, and said arrogantly: "Of course, you Muggle don't know the runes used on this map, and Sister Lily has no mastery of it, so of course I can only rely on me-"

Lynch flicked it again, and the child covered his head again in pain, and shrank into the carriage: "You learn how quickly others speak." ”

The word Muggle was, of course, learned by Perlicius from Lynch.

"If you hit here again, I might forget everything!" Pericius muttered to Lynch dissatisfiedly, "This rune also took a long time to remember...... It's all your fault!"

Lynch shrugged, he didn't think that this symptom of amnesia came from knocking on his brain, and wondered if Polysius remembered what he had said to Lynch before—about this forgetting, and the growth of a new personality.

It's just a child, maybe a little bit of a middle-seater before Lynch first met Perlicus, but now, it's just a child.

He shoved the map back to the little kid who poked his head out again.

"And what shall we do now?" he asked, watching as Pericius spat out a difficult and obscure language that reappeared on the map, "Where does this path lead? ”

"Let me see...... Don't waste time......" Pericius looked at the map intently, muttering in a low voice, the ink on the map began to extend backwards, and the pattern also moved towards the back of the forest: "There is no road, this road just extends into the forest and disappears." ”

"All right," Lynch touched his nose, and then touched the child's head with his own nose hand, "We'll go back the way we came, and the forest ahead won't go in." In fact, if we can go straight, we will have to take a lot of detours. ”

The forest looked like it was blocking the carriage's way on, and if he wanted to save it, it looked like Lynch would have to go back to the edge of the fork in the road before he fell asleep and go in a different direction.

"It's all because you fell asleep at that time...... It's unimaginable that a guy like you still needs to use low-level means like sleep to recover his energy, you are just lazy!"

Lynch shrugged, pressed the child's head back into the carriage, closed the window, walked back to the longhorned beast, and touched the creature's neck with a long, silky mane.

Now his energy growth is exaggerated, but compared to others, whether it is a mage or an ability, there is a set of meditation methods for quickly recovering energy, but Lynch can only replenish it by sleeping.

The horse bowed its head and snorted, obediently accepting Lynch's petting, but its eyes rolling around and the soles of its feet constantly treading the ground clearly showed its uneasiness.

Lynch stroked the horse's hand and could clearly feel the animal's slight trembling.

Yes, as it gets late and everything around you gets darker, the silence here does seem a little weird.

It's not in the black fog, lifeless, how can you not even hear the cry of a small animal or a small insect?

It's not normal.

Suddenly, behind Lynch, in the wilderness on the other side of the avenue, there was a soft noise in the dense weeds.

A long sword suddenly appeared in Lynch's hand, flashing a faint blue light in the dark night.

There was a "ding" sound, the sound of objects colliding, and the sword appeared in front of the only clear glass window of the carriage, blocking the attack of something.

Behind the transparent glass, Perlicius was bullying his head, looking confused, apparently not yet understanding what had just happened.

Lily woke up suddenly, grabbed Polysius' head away from the window, and was about to get out.

"No," Lynch signaled, retracting his sword and looking at the small puddle of dirty yellow liquid on top of it.

His eyes suddenly turned pitch black as he turned on his senses and probed behind him.

Sensing Lynch's probing, the thing moved quickly, moving quickly through the wilderness grass with its own short, short, whistling sound, avoiding the shroud of Lynch's perception, and it seemed that it already knew that it was exposed.

Under its rapid movement, the originally clear figure in Lynch's perception gradually blurred, and finally disappeared from his perception.

It's just a clever beast, perhaps one of the best predators in the jungle ahead.

But it had picked the wrong prey now, Lynch thought to himself, calming the already visibly restless horse, and the long sword in his hand flashed into a spear.

What a beast without self-knowledge, can this kind of guy run rampant in the jungle?