The sun is abundant, it's bright, it's warm, and if you're dozing off in the sun, I mean, it's a very happy thing to have the sun on your face after doing nothing or going through some hardships. But now I can't close my eyes, and I can't open them, and I can't open them.

Tirio dragged me out of bed by the river to clean up my wounds, and he needed to rinse me with water...... Belly.

I don't know if there are bugs or fish eggs in the water, but I don't think they will survive in my stomach. The river was flowing slowly, and the rumbling of the waterfall in the distance made it difficult for me to describe how I felt right now.

He kept talking to me, even if it was boring things, and I didn't remember anything about it, I just hummed and coped.

He cleaned carefully, at least in my eyes, from three poles in the morning until noon. He said my intestine was broken, the incision was very, very neat, and he said it was the first time he had seen it.

He was amazed as he put my intestines together with a needle and thread. He told me...... He said that after putting it on, it couldn't leak out. He asked me if I would still be craving to eat, and I said no, I'm not hungry.

After putting the two intestines together, he said that he would stitch them up for me, and he said that as long as I don't eat, I might be able to grow soon, but I am not sure if I can grow well in a short time if I don't eat. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he expressed some doubts about whether I would be able to heal like a living person when I had lost my life now.

To be honest, I'm not sure.

After sewing up the intestines, he rinsed my stomach very clean, he took the water with a bucket and gave me a big rinse of the entrails with a water ladle. You won't like this feeling, although I am no longer sensitive to pain, but this cold water poured into the abdominal cavity, that cool feeling is completely different from drinking ice water. Then he used a towel to dry the water in my stomach and finally sewed my stomach with thread.

"I've heard that the disembowelment guys on the battlefield are also stitched up like this." He told me as he stitched it up. "I've seen some wounds, but they're much smaller than that. If such a large wound had been a living person, it would have died a long time ago. ”

I didn't really care if he cleaned it or not, and I was worried that he wouldn't leave the towel on my stomach. In the face of my suspicions, he showed me the only two towels he had after the stitching......

He had only been surprised for a moment last night that I was dead, and then seemed to quickly ease up and calmly accept me for who I was.

I told him almost everything that had happened to me, and he rarely interjected, only reminding me to make it clear when I was off topic and a little too far away.

He said that he had only seen very few living dead, and that he knew that something was going on outside, but he still chose to live in seclusion here. I expressed my understanding and respect for his choice, and his explanation was that he was tired of the deceit of the nobles, but I felt that he must have something difficult to hide, otherwise as a great lord, a prince who once sat on one side, owned a fertile land and could always keep it well, such a castle would never be easily given up if it were me.

But he just gave up, and after so many years, his son is now so old......

I asked him if he was still in contact with him, and he admitted that there was some connection, but it was all one-sided, and his son never replied to him, and then he also cut off contact, and now it is said that Mograini was killed.

But he didn't tell me the specific reason in the end, and I didn't think he wanted to say it so I didn't ask again, and from my point of view, I just thought he was a little pity.

That night I watched him fry the fish and make the soup, and it smelled okay, but ...... I don't think he put salt in it all the time. He let me pretend to be allowed when it was cooked, and then I snorted and ate it to himself.

I found out that this guy has probably been in the wild for a long time, and some of his behavior and words are a little different from normal people, at least not the same as the one I knew before. He often talks to himself now, and at first I would talk to myself, but then I won't talk about it, I don't talk about it anymore, I just lie on the side and watch him talk to himself, what he says to himself.

For a moment I wondered if he was crazy...... But I suddenly understood him better, although people like me have not been in the wild for a few years, but I occasionally have the habit of talking to myself, but not as serious as him.

I stole what he said to himself, and I noticed that he seemed to have a bit of a split personality tendency.

Split personality, that's what the word says. That is, there can be several people living in a person's heart, with different personalities, different styles and habits, and even completely opposite personalities.

While I don't believe he's going to have that extreme personality, he seems to be playing two roles when he talks to himself. One is sane and the other is ...... He was content with the status quo. I feel that the sane him doesn't seem to be the real him, after all, who can willingly give up everything that once belonged to them?

People like me feel very reluctant, let alone him? He was a great hero, one of the original paladins when the Silver Hand was born, and he shouldn't have been like this. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking after thinking about it for a long time.

After staying here for two days I felt much better, he was very surprised by the changes in my body, on the one hand, the wound on my stomach was really sticky, I can't say that it has grown, I can only say that it has stuck together. There's no big problem with gently tugging on your hands. On the other hand...... I seem to be getting older. Or to put it another way...... Wilt.

He looked at me with a frown, and said that the way it was now was really, more withered than it had been two days before. He pinched my arm, then pouted, shook his head and said it was almost like a dried corpse.

I can't see my face because I don't have mirrors, but I have hands to touch my face, and I can look down to see my belly and thighs. Although the wound on the belly has been sticky, there is no flesh on the stomach at all, and it is so thin that it is sunken in.

You know what it looks like to be the kind of person who is emaciated by hunger and malnutrition, and I feel like that's what I do now. There was no flesh on my hip bones, no more skin left on my buttocks, the buttonholes on my belt were still too big to the last, and the straps and weapon bags that could have been hung on my legs were now completely unattachable.

He was amazed at me, which made me embarrassed. He didn't mean to despise him, but I was a little embarrassed in front of him. In fact, I feel that in his heart, I can accept whatever I become now.

Especially when I decided to leave, he sent me far away, but he never asked me why I was still alive, he didn't ask me what I lived on, and he didn't ask me if I needed to bite like the living dead.

He just walked quietly beside me, and finally he took out a very worn letter from his bosom and handed it to me.

"If you can find him......" he said, looking at me.

I didn't say why you didn't go, and there was no need to ask. So I took the letter and said, "Do you believe me? ”

He nodded.

"I'll tell him where you are." I say.

He shook his head and said softly, "If he's okay...... You...... You won't have to tell me. ”

I frowned, then unfolded again. "Take care." I say.

"The same goes for you." He waved goodbye to me.

I'm like this, this guy is really relieved of me, and he is not afraid that I will die halfway through the mountain...... I smiled slightly at the thought of this.

In fact, my body has suffered more injuries now than I have in the past, and the injuries were also very serious back then, and I almost ended up on two occasions, but those two times because of the people around me, there was a supply of energy, and at least blood could provide it. But where do I go now? There's not even a living creature where this bird doesn't.

Maybe it was really by God's grace that I killed a huge bat for attacking me. The blood of that thing didn't smell strange, it was lighter and thinner than expected. But I'm sure it's not dead or alive, and its blood is still hot.

This bat is bigger than an eagle, and I'm talking about the big eagle. The wings of this thing spread more than two meters, and I probably wouldn't have been able to get it if I hadn't had a musket. And after the musket is fired, I don't have to cut it again, and I can drink it directly into the gun's hole.

At this point, I don't care if the intestines are still together, and even if they aren't, I have to eat something. Luckily, I didn't feel bad, my stomach didn't change, and when I woke up the next morning, I could clearly see that my skin was stronger than yesterday, and although there was still no meat, it didn't seem to be so dry.

When the bat drank it again the next day, it didn't taste so good, and the blood coagulated, and the bat meat was the first time I ate it, mainly because I had never seen such a big one, and I didn't feel much when I ate the meat raw, the meat was more tender than pork and beef and mutton, and the meat was more delicate and softer. I don't feel like anything else in terms of taste. But when I was killed and eaten again, I roasted it over a fire, and the taste gave me a sense of déjà vu.

It was by eating this thing that I walked out of here and onto the avenue, and it was from this point on that I stepped up my pace, leaving aside the news from Tirio's son Tyran, for Mograine's request seemed to me to be a little delayed.

I hope that Darien is not so fast, and I also hope that the two brothers will fight when they don't meet. Although this kind of hatred can only be solved by the two of them, it ...... I still hope to tell Mograine about his instructions before Renault is killed, and whether he kills him after that is Darien's own business.

Tsk, I'm going to have to hurry!