As soon as it was dawn, Saza opened his eyes and got out of bed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is not a bed at home, and it is not very comfortable to sleep, so it is not difficult to get up early.

The price of this hotel is reasonable, a room with plenty of space, and the cost of a night's accommodation is only 10 copper coins. Diagonally across from the inn is a small bar, which may cost a little more for those in the mood for a bit of relaxation.

It was only after feeling some unnatural weight on his hand that he remembered the strange ring on his tail finger. What was the origin of it? And what bad luck did it bring? He still remembers the tragic death of the homeless man, and he wonders if it will be his fate.

But before we get to the bottom of this, let's settle the matter at hand. Opening the door, a cool breeze calmed his head.

Walking downstairs, the boss with a long beard greeted him: "Guest, your breakfast is ready, it's in the restaurant, you can go over and eat at any time." ”

"I didn't ask for any breakfast. ”

"No, it was ordered for you by your friend, and the bill has already been paid. The boss said.

"My friend?" Saza asked, frowning, hearing something amiss. Rather than guessing the result in his heart, he hoped that it was just a little trick of this cunning boss to make money.

"It's the big man with two boys. The boss said as he tended the counter with a rag.

God, that's not what I wanted. And of course Saza understood who the man he spoke of, the mentor of Monchi!' "Are they gone?" he asked.

"I'll be gone in the middle of the night!"

Sure enough, he had already been discovered. In fact, there is no surprise, how can a small magic apprentice escape the eyes of those second-order starting war school instructors?

The guru hinted at him in this way, which was quite polite, and if he had been stalked, he would have given the stalkers some color quietly.

Now he had to try his luck in the Silent Wasteland, whether he could find that guy or not, at least he had tried, even if he was worthy of it.

"Guest, your breakfast!" the boss reminded the teenager who walked out the door.

"Leave it to the next person to get up. "He can't afford to delay any time now, it's enough to nibble on the bread he had prepared on the road.

The first thing to overcome when taking risks is the problem of food.

evening

The yellowing of the sky and the distant dead trees and flying sand looked a different kind of loneliness, and the yellowed grass swayed lazily in the earthy wind, they were perhaps the most carefree beings here, because this was a silent wasteland, and there were no creatures eating grass at all.

Still somewhat apprehensive, Monchi raised his head and took a sip of the liquor he had received from his mentor, and since it was his first time drinking, he couldn't help but choke and cough after swallowing it. This is the rule of the trial, and everyone has to take a sip of the liquor before parting from the guru. Just like in some more humane places, the condemned prisoner will always be given a sip of gallant wine.

"This is it, Monchi, ready to begin. Mark said.

Monchi nodded at his mentor, and if he could, he would have said something of thanks. Although he did not receive more care from his mentor, he never suffered any discrimination or prejudice, which is enough for him to be grateful. But the burning sensation in his throat forced him speechless.

Mark spoke again, and he said, "To be honest, you made the right choice this time, Monchi. His voice was a little muddy, but it was so powerful, "If you can't give yourself a miracle this time, I think you might as well stay in this hell." ”

Perhaps it was the drunkenness, but Monchi felt that the teacher's words were so clear. 'yes, at least there's no cold talk here. He thought so, and when he looked up again, the mentor was gone.

All of a sudden it was just him, and the whispering of the wind.

In this moment, the name of the wasteland is perfectly interpreted. But if the soul after death is able to make a sound, it will be given a completely different name.

For others, everything around them has to start from the moment the teacher leaves, and God knows if there will be a pair of greedy eyes staring at them in the tall grass or under the low dirt bag.

As for Monchi, there was no need to be so troublesome, and he directly started his own crisis trembling. Until now, he had always understood his natural skill in this way: all he had to do was to tremble in front of the world without any face, and the world would give you some hints like a conceited maniac to keep you out of mortal danger and make you tremble at his feet for a little longer.

Isn't it ridiculous? Don't worry, there's something even more ridiculous.

The moment Meng Qi started to tremble in the crisis, the crisis alerts from all directions within a radius of a kilometer directly made him fall to his knees, and for a moment the drunkenness brought by the sip of liquor was gone, and he just wanted to plant his head in the dry soil. But even a sense of crisis came from under the thick soil, which made him curl up pitifully in place, convulsing and looking nervously in all directions.

Five minutes had passed, and his clothes were already wet. What was it?sweat?snot?tears?or uncontrollable spitting saliva between his lips and teeth?He couldn't tell the difference, but thankfully, he still had the last of his dignity, and he held back the intense feeling of madness coming from his lower body, and held back to him. At least until he takes off his pants.

Squatting and curling there, another five minutes passed. It would be nice if I could spend the next few days in this crouch and safely, but unfortunately, this is not possible. No one should know this better than Monchi, who could feel danger already approaching him, albeit slowly.

If it's a scavenging dog, he's one of the lucky ones. Because it can not only eat a rare meal of human flesh, but also find a snack from under the person.

'Is it just like being a wretched creature until he dies?' said Monch, "really stupid, too stupid! He had been ridiculed so much in his life, and perhaps it had all made him dumb. But he couldn't accept that the last ridicule in his life came from himself.

Yes! It can be overcome! For the first time, he said resolutely to the fear that came from the depths of his heart: No!

He tried to stretch out his hand, but it was like a stranger's hand, and it only shook on its knees. That's the instinct that fear triggers.

'I'll let you listen to me!' he used all his strength to slowly open his mouth, and even when it opened, it was still shaking. Sweat continued to slide down the side of his face, and the salty taste stimulated his taste buds. It didn't take long for him to move his mouth to the disobedient right hand.

Then he bit down hard, as if it was really someone else's hand, unceremoniously.

The mouth was filled with blood, and the piece of flesh that had been bitten off. He chewed it haphazardly and swallowed it.

The discomfort of having his esophagus stuck and the nausea of eating his own flesh finally freed him from his annoying fear, and he lay on the ground coughing violently.

When he regained his strength, he also initially gained control of his body, at least he could now feel the sharp pain coming from his right hand and arm. Although they are still shaking, shaking tirelessly.

Although Monchi was tired of this disgusting tremor, he was completely powerless. He could only control the shaking hand and roughly tear a large piece from the cloth shirt on his body, and then bandaged the wound with his hands and mouth. After treating the wound, tear off a small piece of cloth. After all, he can only lift his pants after cleaning his lower body, and besides, not dealing with some of these odors will also cause him a lot of trouble.

Then he staggered towards the perceived, safest place.

His body was still shaking, but it was all a physical instinct caused by the skill of Crisis Trembling, not by fear.

He had now learned how to control himself in the midst of a trembling crisis, even if he was trembling.

Due to the minimal consumption of Crisis Trembling, he could keep this skill on almost without interruption. And with the help of this combat skill, Meng Qi will no longer have to worry about accidentally encountering any dangerous magical beasts. If he can still bump into any terrifying demonic beasts, it can only mean that the other party has already targeted him, and everything is completely inevitable.

And what he is doing now is trying to keep his distance from the perceived danger while looking around for useful resources. For example, the bloody grass that can stop bleeding, and the native softworm that he just ate not long ago.

As long as he is not bad and can find enough resources, he can even make it through this trial without triggering any battles.

And the facts also proved that his luck was indeed not outrageously bad, and after slowly searching for about ten minutes, he had already found a regenerative flower. It wasn't a curiose, but in the Silent Wasteland, it was.

Dig a little deeper to find the water bladder at the bottom, and beneath the flexible, transparent film is clean, sweet water. Poke a little eye on it and you'll be able to catch the water with the water bag. Of course, the hydration bladder was originally just an empty bag.

On the wasteland, wherever there is an obvious water source, there must be fierce demonic beasts. And this is one of the safest sources of water.

However, before receiving water, it must be noted that some blood should be dropped on the rhizome of this regenerative flower, and about ten drops are enough. It's like buying water for it.

The plant sometimes blooms in the mouth of a fresh corpse, as if the dead were reborn as flowers, which can also be explained by its name. The Reincarnation Flower is actually just robbing the corpse of the water, but it is worth mentioning that these dead people with flowers must be some kind of people who don't pay for water.

If enough blood is not dripped on the rhizome of the flower, the water bladder will burst, and the flower seeds will be injected into the water, and the extremely fine flower seeds that are dormant while the creature is drinking water may remain in the creature's mouth, and when it dies, they will revive.

And after drinking the sweet clean water, Monchi seems to be able to feel another meaning of the name of the flower, this sweet water can really give life to the thirsty. Especially when this person's mouth is full of blood.

After quenching your thirst, there is still some water left in the bag. He had to keep looking for resources, and it was getting dark.

It seems that everywhere the night is much more dangerous than the day. At night, it becomes more difficult to find resources.

Before leaving, Meng Qi couldn't help but take another look at the rebirth flower, but under the gratifying appearance and beautiful name there was a completely different nature, selfishness and greed, around a rebirth flower, within a radius of a few meters, except for it, not a single grass grows. Because of its strong ability to store water, it will rob all the water.

Maybe this is just forced to survive, why is he not facing such a dilemma?