It was a sunny morning.

There were no gloomy dark clouds overhead, and the warm sunlight shone on the bushes, with dewy shoots, and the color was dazzlingly green.

A spirit deer jumped over, and just wanted to nibble on two young leaves, but the shrub moved on its own.

The frightened spirit deer screamed and ran away.

The "bush" strode forward.

To be precise, this is a man disguised as a bush.

"Since I couldn't fall from a height and kill me, I can't simply give my second life here." Alva cheered himself up, and slowly moved forward under the cover of the bushes hanging from his body.

His target is the airship wreck.

The cabin contains a large number of extremely useful supplies, including burning rock charcoal for heating, dry food, medicines, ropes, canvas, etc.

Right now, the most important thing is medicine.

It had been a whole day since the airship was shot down, and the professor was not lightly injured, either because of an infection, or because he had a cold, and he was in a coma with a fever at the moment.

If he can't find medicine to bring back, he probably won't be able to support the professor's age.

Pushing the cracked glasses, Alva continued on.

He was very cautious, always maintaining a pace of walking a few steps, pretending to be a bush for a while, observing his surroundings, and then walking a few more steps.

This was taught to him by the seniors of the Scrivener Corps.

How can the unarmed members of the Scrivener survive in the perilous wilderness?

Two ways.

One is to run, as long as you run fast enough that the monsters can't catch up with you, then you are safe.

Gordon said something similar to him, so he practiced long-distance running for several years.

It's a pity that this method is not applicable now, he can run by himself, and he can run with the professor on his back, but with the professor's current physical condition, he can't withstand the bumps.

The other way is to hide.

As long as the monsters can't spot you, you're safe.

So he turned into a bush.

He seems to be more gifted in this matter?

Since he was a child, he was the kind of person who didn't have a high sense of existence, and when he was a child, he stayed at home and read a book all day, but his parents thought he was lost and looked for him wildly.

In fact, he was sitting in the study

A small bird flew over and stopped above his head, bowing his head and combing his feathers with his beak.

Alva moved helplessly, and the frightened bird flew away in a hurry.

"Is my presence really that low?" Alva muttered.

He brushed aside the branches that blocked his view and looked forward, the last few dozen meters from the area where the wreckage of the airship was scattered.

"You can't rush, take your time, take your time."

Resisting the urge to shake off the bushes and run straight over, Alva continued to crouch and move forward slowly.

There were a lot of things scattered on the ground around, for example, in front of him now, most of the pieces of food were carried, and the oiled paper in the packaging had long been broken, and the food inside was damp and stained with a lot of soil.

But Alva wasn't disgusted.

The "walking bush" stays on it for a moment, when the bush leaves.

The food he had brought was gone.

"Well, it's a bit of noodles, but it's good it hasn't deteriorated." Alva, who was carrying food, muttered.

It's a pity that he is not a hunter, and he doesn't have the ability to "turn animals into barbecue", otherwise the spirit deer just now would have been more delicious.

Finally, he came to the wreckage of the airship.

After carefully checking that there was no threat all around, including the sky, he crawled out of the bushes and bent into the half-baked cabin.

"Whew—time is ticking."

Alva let out a light breath and quickly rummaged through the clutter.

Magnifying glass? It can be used for ignition, and it can be carried.

A knife for cutting paper? Maybe use it, with it.

This is a bottle of medicine that can reduce fever! Got it!

Alva cheered softly, he was sure that the mess in front of him was not a garbage heap, but a treasure heap!

Keep rummaging.

This is carrying food?!

In the dark, cramped, even upside-down space of the shattered cabin, Alva writhed excitedly.

Food! This is an important material second only to medicine at the moment!

There was no shortage of water in the Lingfeng Mountain Range, and with this food, he and the professor could last for a long time.

Maybe we can wait until the help arrives!

Alva took a deep breath and calmed his emotions.

He pulled a canvas and packed up the seven or eight portions he had just found, a few miscellaneous items, and the most important medicine.

He was just about to head out of the cabin when the sound of the wind reached his ears.

The sunlight that penetrated the cabin through the gap was also blocked, and it seemed that some kind of giant object was hovering above the wreckage of the airship.

Alva froze.

He crept down cautiously, holding his breath, trying to reduce his presence.

After more than half a minute, the hovering creature seemed to leave.

Alva did not dare to let his guard down, and waited for several more minutes before he crept to the edge of the cabin, and looked out through the cracked hull to see that there was nothing around.

It does seem to be leaving.

Alva rubbed his face, it seems that the wreckage of the airship can't come again, and he has to go back as soon as possible, and take the professor away from this area to find a safer place.

Carrying a large amount of supplies on his back, Alva once again turned into a bush and cautiously returned to his hiding place with the professor.

It is a large tree hole three or four meters high above the ground.

Although it is very inconvenient to go up and down, it can effectively prevent the unconscious professor from being taken by some small monsters when he goes out to look for supplies.

Gently return to the small tree hole and hide the hole with branches.

After a lot of effort, after feeding the professor the medicine, Alva hugged his knees and waited quietly.

As he was dazed and about to fall asleep, the professor finally woke up from his coma.

"Alva"

Hearing someone call his name, Alva was confused for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Professor! You're finally awake! Are you okay? ”

The professor took a slow breath for a moment, and then, little by little, slowly checked the injuries on his body.

"My left leg was broken, and I broke two ribs, but it's okay, I can't die for the time being." The antipyretic medicine worked well, and although the professor was still weak, his eyes had regained clarity.

"What's going on now?"

"It's been a whole day since the crash, and this tree hole is less than a kilometer straight from the crash site"

"None of that matters, ahem." The professor interrupted him, "What about the information, has it been sent?" ”

"Sent out!"

Alva nodded vigorously, "We're lucky that not only did the soft landing save a life, but even the peregrine falcon survived.

I sent out the peregrine falcon what you had written, along with the coordinates of the crash site.

At the speed of the peregrine falcon, if it goes well, it will be able to reach Dongdoruma tomorrow, and I don't know when the rescue will arrive.

There should be a rescue, right? ”

"There should be rescue, but it is estimated that it will not be a specialized rescue."

The professor didn't say some meaningless kind words to comfort him, "The information we sent is not enough for the guild to make the next decision, the most likely is that the guild will send a superior hunter to approach the reconnaissance from the ground."

By the way, we will also be searched and rescued, and I suggest that you don't expect too much. ”

(End of chapter)