Good luck or bad luck? Asa thought as he drank the broth.

Meat is good meat. Dried with fine beef and hammered into tight meat floss, a cow's meat can be filled with only a small bag. When eaten, it is boiled with water to restore delicious beef. It was the dry food used by the noble samurai on their expeditions.

The soup is a good soup. Even the water of the river in the lizard swamp is as clear and sweet as the purest mountain spring under the action of the purification charm, and it is used to cook a pot of beef broth, and with salt, even the chefs of the city can't find anything wrong with it. It feels like this purification charm is worth a silver coin.

Eating such good meat and drinking such good soup will lift even the dying people to their senses. Asa is well aware of his physical condition, and with a good night's rest, he can put down a cow empty-handed.

The campfire is made of a lot of large woods, which are stacked well, and the material is solid and fine, and the mixture of dry and wet wood is guaranteed to burn until the next day. The heat of the campfire will overshadow the human body's temperature, and the bipedal wyvern will not be able to detect it, so it will no longer have to hide in the cold tree cavities and burrows in the ground, and other beasts and poisonous insects will not dare to approach. Sleep well and soundly next to such a campfire, and your strength will definitely be fully restored.

Even though he could take down five cows with his bare hands, Asa was not sure to fight the pursuers head-on.

No matter how much physical strength is recovered, it is not enough to get rid of the stalker in terms of speed. The campfire was warm, safe, and bright enough for any creature in the swamp to see.

"You're really amazing. The first time I've seen someone dare to walk through a lizard swamp with just one weapon. The woman who claimed to be a pharmacist looked admiring.

Asa did not feel in the slightest that he was worthy of admiration. He didn't even notice that the leech's skin was still bleeding after it had fallen off, and just a few drops of blood almost attracted the carnivorous fish in the entire swampy waters. So he had to go to the shore and push a dead tree that had been arched by a brute into the river, and stand on it and float down the water, so as to avoid the countless mouths below that were waiting for him to enter the water. But when a few large crocodiles joined the ranks, he had to go ashore in embarrassment. It was already dusk, and he was about to find a place to hide when he saw the fire, and then he met this kind of person who he had never expected to meet.

The woman was about the same age as Asa, and although she was dressed as an explorer, carrying a large bag, and wrapped in a dirty blanket, her white and delicate skin showed that she was not a civilian. Carrying that kind of high-efficiency dry food with her, and the price of a water purification charm is enough for a commoner to live comfortably for a month, this woman is probably a nobleman.

"Originally, I thought it would be great for me to be alone in the swamp and collect medicine. The topography and climate are unique, and many plants only grow here, so although my father never approved of it, I sneaked in on my own. The woman spoke as she pleased, like a child without any scheming. It was probably a long time since he had seen the same kind, and it was in such a sinister environment, so the woman was not wary of him at all.

The sword at her waist was an Ankha thin sword, thin and long, hard and tough, light and dexterous, mainly for assassination. Asa recognized that it was always placed in the most prominent place in his father's shop for customers to sizzle at the sword and the price below.

The sword was angled at her waist well and precisely, allowing her to draw it as quickly as she could. The hilt of the sword was tightly wrapped with fine hemp rope, a method used only by experienced soldiers, so that the hilt could be soaked in blood without slipping. Although the color of the hemp rope was still unsoaked in blood, judging from the grip marks left by the countless clenched swings on it, this sword was definitely not just for people to make a smack.

But even with her, it's not enough to deal with the stalkers. The most important thing in life and death is not skill and kung fu, but spirit and fighting spirit. Even if you have been trained since childhood, you have never heard the cracking sound of an axe smashing into a person's bones, you have not heard the wailing of a person who has been cut in two by waist but has not died for a while, and has not felt the sharp pain of the enemy's weapon galloping between his body and tearing his muscles and flesh, it is only a half-tone after all. When faced with the threat of death, when you feel the pain that can immediately overwhelm your mind, you will be afraid, cringe, and lose your combat effectiveness.

It would be nice to have another magician or priest, even if it's just the most basic blessing, a few simple fireballs......

Asa found himself a little carried away by the sudden arrival of broth and campfire. It was almost unbelievable luck to be able to meet humans in this dense forest swamp within a radius of hundreds of miles, and to refuel with a comfortable broth around a campfire.

Chewing off a piece of the adventurer's biscuit given by the woman, sending it to his stomach with broth, feeling the warmth of the bonfire of this luck, Asa sighed contentedly and helplessly.

The stalker should be watching the fire in a tree hollow at this point. Even he had to hide while the Wyvern was still calling in the night sky for food. But as soon as the dawn appeared in the east and the wyvern returned to its nest, he would spare no effort to follow the instructions of this luck at an astonishing speed.

Whether it is good luck or bad luck, since it has happened, it is necessary and only to try to develop things in the desired direction.

"How far is it from the Dono?" Asa asked.

At the beginning of the Dono, the river passed through the Lizard Swamp, where the water was so fast that the fish could not swim back, and it was there that Asa was forced ashore into the Lizard Swamp. But the river softens after bypassing the lizard swamps, and it only takes a day to drift down the river to the western town of Bracada in the empire.

"I don't know, but it's not far, maybe a day or two. ”

Let's get there in the second half of the day by running with all my might. No, it's much closer than expected, but without the exact distance, there's no certainty. He was sure that the pursuer would be able to catch up with him in half a day. The chances of escaping outright are too small.

Tell the woman the truth and ask her to deal with the stalkers with you. Although the chances of winning are slim, it is much better to wait for the rest than other methods. Asa pondered how to phrase it.

"I would venture to ask you, can you accompany me? I plan to go into the depths of the swamp tomorrow to look for new herbs, and this is the first time I've gone into the swamp so deep. The woman suddenly asked, "Of course, I will pay you." She brushed her hand at the strands of black hair that had fallen down, and the black hair was pressed against her thin lips, which curled in a slightly cramped arc. Her heels rubbed gently against each other. It was a pair of feet that were quite large for a woman, about the same size as Asa, and they wore a pair of leather shoes that were commonly used by adventurers like Asa.

Asa suddenly discovers a way to escape. It's a very efficient and promising approach. There is no need to set any traps, no illusions, no physical exertion, and no need to waste precious time, as long as you take advantage of the moment, a short moment next to this campfire, you can let the pursuers waste a considerable amount of time and physical energy.

The discovery made his heart beat violently.

"Okay?" the woman blinked, her eyes were not big, her eyelashes were long, and the corners of her eyes were a little drooping, and there was probably a hazy smile flowing in them even when she was angry.

The campfire was bright, his eyes were dark, and the light from the fire looked soft and warm, but Asa didn't dare to look at it directly. He looked away and took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone as natural as possible. "I'm sorry, no, I have something very important and urgent. ”

"Oh, is it?" the woman didn't know how to hide the disappointment in her tone and expression.

"Walking west for about half a day from here, there are several herbs that are unique to this swamp, and they probably have unique healing properties. Asa felt his face contorted, his voice distorted, and the meaning of his words vague. It was the first time he had told an extremely malicious lie to a very friendly person. And it's to a woman.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... Ay..... I saw a brute ox, no, two brute oxen..... It's just that the brute bulls are fighting with each other, and one of them is injured in the hind leg, hey.... No, it looks like the front foot..... No... It seems to be.... Anyway, I was bitten, very badly injured. Lying on the ground is going to die. Then it goes to eat a few kinds of grass, puts it on the injured area, and after a while it is fine. In desperation, Asa copied the story of a dog fight that he had heard from an old adventurer when he was a child, and the meaning did not make much sense, but the more fluent he became.

"Oh, really, what kind of grass do you say?" the woman's eyes widened, and Asa felt as if she had seen the crossbow bolt that had been fired five nights before, and she almost dodged with her head bent forward. The woman quickly pulled out a pen and paper from her backpack.

"It's a yellowish flower,.......," Asa confused the nonsense by mixing the characteristics of several wild herbs. The woman took it seriously.

"If you're going deeper into the swamp, be sure to grind the two grasses, mint and pyrethrum, and apply them to your clothes and skin. Even if you have insect repellent oil, you must apply it, because there are several poisonous insects in it, and you are afraid of the smell of these two grasses. Asa said to the woman in a very solemn voice.

"Just these two kinds of grass, everywhere, isn't it?" the woman casually found around the campfire.

Of course, these two herbs do have an insect repellent effect, and Asa has been wearing them on his body since he entered the swamp, but these two herbs are by no means as effective as the special insect repellent oil made by the Adventurer's Guild. During these three days, the first thing Asa did when he woke up at dawn in the hollow of the tree was to pick out poisonous insects such as centipedes that were sometimes still in his hair in his armpits and trousers with as little movement as possible.

Of course, there are no poisonous insects in the deeper part of the swamp that are afraid of these two herbs.

It seems that no matter what the skill is, it is exercised. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how contrary to human nature, as long as you practice a lot, you will get used to it, and then become proficient, and even immerse yourself in it. With the previous opportunity to practice, Asa was already fluent in his words and steady in his voice when he said the most vicious part of this extremely malicious lie, but he never dared to look at those shining eyes. He used the action of picking up a campfire with a tree branch to hide his vision.

"Thank you so much. If I find these herbs and figure out the properties, it will be enough to embarrass the old fellows at the apothecary. The woman was a little excited, probably thinking that the two had already had a relationship, not only doing whatever she wanted, but also talking to him very kindly. "I have known for a long time that the world is so big, there must be drugs that have not yet been discovered. But those old guys always know how to gnaw on the books of their predecessors. ”

Nothing to feel guilty about. Even if he didn't tell her that he was very manly to die alone, it wouldn't end well for her. Once the stalker finds any other human trail in the swamp, he will never let it go.

Even if the two of them fight together, they will probably die, and maybe she will still get in the way, or even not help at all. This method only made her death more meaningful, and allowed herself to have more chances to escape. Asa searched his mind for every reason to justify his insidious trap.

"Once my results are recognized, not to mention the Apothecary, even the Academy of Magic will take me seriously, and maybe the Bishop will personally ask me about these new herbs. Because of the excitement, two red clouds appeared on the woman's round face. He pointed to a tree next to him and said, "Look, it's this kind of tree, and that's one of my discoveries." There was no record of it in the book, but I knew from many retired adventurers that swamps were common. And I also found that its juice is very irritating and toxic, if the eyes of a person or animal are splashed......"

Your life is actually in exchange for the death of countless other lives, so don't give up every hope of survival.

There are many small roots on the trunk of the tree, which are very straight and thin, much like the pen used by the old adventurer at the back of the village. Asa suddenly remembered something he had said that sounded very deep and meaningful, and this sentence undoubtedly raised the conspiracy to a philosophical depth. Asa felt that he could already feel at ease. But suddenly a wave of disgust came over him, and he felt extremely tired.