Randy's Perspective:

We walked for a long time.

It's autumn.

Heading north, Aaron and I left the Jincaster Empire and entered a country called Norcatmu.

The country is Anna's hometown, and the recent war has left the people in dire straits.

We want to get around it, because countries in war zones are dangerous.

But if you walk around, Aaron said, the distance will be tripled.

Anna chose to stay with us, saying that she wanted to find someone to rely on and live a stable life.

I didn't say much to it, but I hinted many times to let her go on her own.

I don't know if I can have a stable life in the future, how can I talk about other people?

On this road, there are either soldiers and horses, or monsters are rampant, and I am reluctant to let her wander alone as a woman.

Aaron didn't have any opinions, so we tacitly agreed to let her follow all the time. @

On the way, I saw many villages and towns that had been destroyed by the war, and some of them were full of corpses, even if I went to a remote place, deliberately avoiding the war, these tragic scenes can be seen everywhere.

When war comes, neither the old nor the children, men or women, can escape the fate of being devoured by death.

Nature is sometimes fair, giving people life, old age, sickness and death, especially in war.

The weak eat the strong, and the strong survive.

On this day, we walked to a quiet place to make a fire and cook, next to a small stream.

We gathered some mushrooms and planned to cook them and eat them.

Anna lit a fire, and I helped get some water from the stream, while Aaron sat quietly cross-legged on the side, spitting and cultivating.

I tried to observe him with the eyes of the elves, and found that he had a dark yellow fighting qi in his body, and it seemed that the swordsman level was at the upper level, and he was close to the peak, and there were faint signs of a breakthrough.

He's great, and I'm different.

I feel like I'm useless, the mage level is still at the peak of the intermediate level, and I don't seem to have grown much in the last two years.

Without the Demon Ring, I can't enter the spiritual space with a different speed of time to cultivate, and my own foundation is very poor, so my cultivation is half the effort.

Although my thunder magic can fight with high-level magicians, and the ultimate move "Thunder" Aaron once praised that I can reach the quasi-saint level, but there is not enough time to cast spells, and I am equivalent to a chicken rib.

In this world, no one is perfect, and that's how I am.

I just want to try to learn something that I can be good at.

This society is a machine, and what is needed is small parts, and each of us plays a different role in small parts and engages in different jobs.

As long as I am good at something, then I can be reused by society.

Thinking of this, I plan to work harder in the future, strive to refine thunder magic, and become a qualified high-level thunder magician.

As I ate the boiled mushroom soup, I noticed that Aaron was very particular about his spoon movements, like an elegant aristocrat, savoring the taste of the food.

He sat cross-legged.

The sun shone on his slightly curly blonde hair, reflecting a translucent luster, and his blue eyes looked a little melancholy, quiet, giving people the feeling of a piano boy.

Maybe that's what he looked like before, quiet and elegant, without murderous and cold.

I turned my head and saw Anna eating mushrooms while peeking at him, and when I found out, she immediately looked away from Aaron's face and concentrated on the soup.

I try to find a topic to break the quiet atmosphere.

"This soup is delicious!"

"Mmmm, not bad." Aaron complimented, but there was no expression on his face.

Anna's face was a little red, she made the soup, and she looked shy.

At this moment, Aaron suddenly collapsed, motionless.

Anna and I looked at each other and it felt very strange.

She had just put down the bowl to inspect it, and when she got up, her body staggered and fell headlong.

I realized something was wrong, and when I opened the Elven Eye, I found that the soup was mixed with purple poison.

This soup is poisonous!

Is it a mushroom problem?

No, Anna said, this kind of black.

Mushrooms are not poisonous, she used to eat this a lot.

And I also checked it at that time, why is it suddenly poisonous?

I looked at the nearby stream and saw that it was mixed with a large amount of purple toxin that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and it was only with the eyes of the elves that I could see it.

It turned out to be a problem with the stream, but unfortunately when I reacted, it was too late.

The brain was groggy and felt like it was holding a shot put, getting heavier and heavier.

Eventually, I fell headlong and lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but the first thing I recovered was my hearing, the sound of neat footsteps in my ears, and the noisy sound of rehearsals.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a wooden cage.

The cage is so small that you can't stand up at all, so you can only sit on your knees.

In a cage next to him was Aaron, who, like me, had ropes tied to his hands and feet, and it looked like he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes closed.

I felt the heat underneath my butt and looked down to find a large cauldron with boiling hot water directly underneath.

It turned out that Aaron and I were suspended in mid-air, and the rope above the cage was connected to a pulley, similar to a flag-raising pole.

Surrounded by a barracks, tents of uniform size were stationed everywhere, and in the distance in the open space were rows of blue-armored soldiers practicing their weapons.

Aaron and I had been stripped of our clothes, not even a pair of pants, and the people below were looking at me with monkey-like eyes.

"Hey, why are you arresting us, let us go!"

"Stop yelling, they won't let you go."

Aaron's voice came from the side, and I noticed that he had already come to his senses, lying on his stomach like a kitten, looking at me with a slight squint,

"When did you wake up?" I asked.

"A few minutes ago, I was secretly observing." He had a small voice.

I used magic and was going to open the cage and force it out, but I found that I couldn't release my magic no matter what, and my body was like a drain, and I felt like I was blocked by a plug.

"That mushroom soup is poisonous, it hasn't dissipated yet, and my fighting spirit can't be used, and our stuff is all there!"

Aaron pointed to the corner, on a platform.

It had Aaron's golden sword, my gray-and-white wand, the tamer ball, and clothes and so on.

"What to do, Anna, she's gone!" I said anxiously.

"Hehe, why are you so worried about her, let's think about our own situation, maybe she poisoned the soup and caused us to be caught by these people."

Aaron sneered, his expression showing no joy.

I explained, "No, the stream was poisoned from upstream, and these people are supposed to be the culprits." @ ”

"It doesn't matter, anyway, do you have any way to get out?" Aaron Road.

"I want to ask you!" I squeezed out a sad expression.

At this moment, a soldier in blue armor walked over with a machete in his hand.

He glanced at me and Aaron, "Hehe, enjoy your last days." ”

With that, he walked over to the pulley that controlled the height of the cage.

Aaron's shocked voice came, "Oh no, he wants to cut the rope and make us fall into the hot pan and burn to death, look below!" ”

I looked down again, and through the steam, I could barely see the cauldron containing a terrifying white skeleton.

Aaron's voice was anxious, "It's over, we're going to die!" ”。