While the group was talking about the two of them, Moller had been observing the movements of the group. His magic traps were actually all over the clearing, and if the group dared to plot against him, he wouldn't mind burying them all here.

Fortunately, after the group of people deliberated solemnly for a while, they did not show any changes, leaving only a small number of people to keep vigil, and the rest went to sleep. Moller also relaxed a little, but he still didn't dare to sleep, chewing on the rhizome of a magic plant with a refreshing effect in his mouth, and spent the whole night meditating on the structure of the magic array to beat the time, always keeping his vigilance.

The group said hello and left at dawn the next day. Cautiously, Moeller then left the foothold, but then found a dense tree nearby and hid it in the canopy to observe the situation. After a few more hours, there was really nothing out of the ordinary, and then he quickly walked to the edge of the forest according to the original route.

Having slept all night, Moller had to fill a bottle of medium-grade restorative potions, and thanks to the potions, he had completed his last journey through the Elun Forest, and finally saw a road ahead of him.

Moller was thrilled and walked along the road for several hours, and the path in the woods became a large road, with the occasional passing carriage and caravan along the way.

After following the caravan for more than ten miles, the two saw a place inhabited by humans, which was a small town made of stone, with a rock wall more than ten meters high, and some strong men with weapons on the city wall were guarding, but the guards were not strict, and all carriages, horses and caravans that wanted to enter were not intercepted, and no one checked the salute or collected tolls.

Moeller solemnly hugged Rex, who also had a small face, into the town, those guards just looked at him curiously, and didn't say anything, and the two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, just now they were actually very nervous, even if they knew that the possibility of being shown was extremely small, they couldn't help but worry about being caught.

As soon as you enter the town, it is lively, and you can see that on the stone-paved avenues, there are all kinds of stalls, selling some crops and furs, meat, and traders driving horse-drawn carriages, their carriages are hung with a variety of goods, attracting a large group of women and children, and the people here are dressed in simple and simple linen clothes, just like the Western society in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries in the movie.

After more than ten years of brutal life of drinking blood, Moeller, who has finally entered human society, feels very kind to everything he sees. Instead of going to the inn where he needed it most, he found a blacksmith shop that sold weapons, and for a gold coin, he bought a short sword that matched his current arm length, and a traveler's staff with an iron tip wrapped around it. After coming to the human world, you need to consider the problem of not revealing your wealth, and things like sixth-order magic swords and high-level magic storage stones can't be taken out lightly.

The shopkeeper offered him two silver coins and thirteen copper coins—which was one of his purposes. Along the way, Moller saw that the people who bought things used copper coins, and some even bartered them directly, and if he thought about it with his ass, he could know how precious and rare the hundreds of gold coins he got from the adventurer's magic bag, and if he went directly to the hotel with gold or silver coins, it was hard to guarantee that the shopkeeper would not kill him with black intentions - he just had some magic powers, and he was not immortal, so it was better not to cause unnecessary trouble.

With the change in hand, Moller went to the tailor's shop again, and for less than a silver coin, he bought some plain clothes that fitted him, as well as well-fitting wooden shoes, and even the swaddling clothes that wrapped Rex were replaced with ordinary fabrics.

And just like that, the rejuvenated Moller took Rex to the biggest hotel in town.

"Brother Moeller, is this the human world?"

After entering the room, Rex asked Moeller with a curious look of mental power, since he came to the town, Rex has been obediently silent, just holding Moeller's shirt tightly with his little hands, and peeking nervously and curiously at the outside world with his round eyes.

"Yes. While using magic powder to arrange a simple warning magic array around the room, Moller replied to Rex with mental power, and then sternly admonished: "Remember what I warned you before you came, don't mention our previous identities, not in any form, and not in mental communication!"

"Hmm!" Rex, who was nervous and a little excited, nodded seriously with a small face, indicating that he would definitely not live up to Brother Mohler's instructions.

Set up the warning magic array, Rex, who had not slept all night and had been on the road for two days in a row, fell into bed and soon fell asleep, while Rex in his arms secretly completed what he didn't have a chance to do last night, and then fell asleep in his arms.

Moller slept all day, and it was not until the afternoon of the next day that he was woken up by the worried hostess of the inn, who probably thought he was sick or even dead, and when he finally came out safe and sound and opened the door, she immediately showed a sigh of relief.

The inn provided broth and baked rice crackers, one for two copper coins, and Moller, seeing that many of the other guests were eating and drinking at will, asked for two portions, one and a half for himself, and the other half for Rex, who was very curious about human food.

In the past, the food made by Moeller was all seasoned by himself, and it could not be compared with the traditional food that humans had made after many years of exploration, and the little fart dragon liked it very much after eating it, and hated that his appetite had become smaller after he became smaller, so he drank half a bowl of soup and ate half a rice cracker.

Moller, who sat at the same table with Rex, had no intention of enjoying the delicious food, because since he entered the town, he had been listening attentively to every word spoken by the people here, hoping to deduce as much common sense as possible from between the lines, and when it was not necessary, he tried not to speak, and whatever he had to say was very brief, for fear that the superfluous words would reveal his details, which also made the whole hotel feel that this young man was not easy to get along with, so no one approached him.

At the end of the meal, by eavesdropping on other people's conversations, Moller received a very useful piece of news - this small town called Stonewall Town was actually a storage zài similar to a transit and supply depot, and from here, there were many roads that could reach many places, including a bustling large city called McCann City, where many caravans would gather every day.

The people of Stonewall seem to be proud of the more than a kilometre-long section of rock walls that their ancestors put a lot of effort into erecting when they first built the town a hundred years ago, and it was named after it during several wars that followed.

Since it is a transit and supply station, there is a lot of foreign tourists every day, so most of the residents make a living by doing business, opening hotels and selling various travel materials, and only a small number of residents have carved out small plots of land outside the town to grow a crop called sword rice. The shape of the sword rice is like gladiolus, with sharp blades shaped like a sword, and the tip and blade of the sword are facing the outside, and what is protected in the core is a giant rice three feet long and thick wrists, which is twenty or thirty catties, and the yield is not bad.

Moeller looked at these busy people every day, and his heart could not help but feel kind, but at the same time there was a state of mind that was out of place, so he was accustomed to standing by the window of the hotel for a long time and looking out, but his thoughts were always drifting far away, and he couldn't help but think about some things in his previous life.

It wasn't until Rex felt bored and was clamoring to go out to play that Moller was upset and walked to the woods outside the town with the little one in his arms.

Moller, who was looking for something to do, heard from the townsman that there were a lot of small game in the woods here, so he decided to see if he could catch anything so that the innkeeper could add to the meal - in fact he had just some inexplicable negative feelings that he needed to vent.

"Hey, Black Boy is going hunting alone again?"

"Even if you hunt a bear, your mother won't like you, you bad boy who is against the gods!"

A pesky voice reached Moller's ears, and he looked up to see a group of half-grown teenagers gathered together, laughing and taunting a boy who was walking into the woods with a bow on his back. The dark-skinned and thin boy turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of the others, and only glanced up at Moeller as he passed by, and the suppressed anger in his blue eyes surprised Moeller, but he didn't care, and walked in the other direction of the woods.

"Why didn't that human cub attack?" Rex looked curiously at the young man's distant back: "If you don't make a move if you are provoked, you will be killed as a weakling." ”

Moeller frowned and explained: "As I told you, this is not a jungle, human society has its own rules, and some of the laws of the jungle can be used here, and some cannot. ”

Rex thought about it, but didn't quite understand, so he didn't want to say anything more, and asked again, "Brother Moller, where are we going?"

"Go find a secluded place and bury you!"

Brother Moeller's voice was so cold, Rex shut up and obediently nestled in his arms and didn't speak.

After a round in the woods, Moeller struck two gray wild birds, each weighing seven or eight pounds, with stones picked up by the roadside, and he saw that there were people in the bazaar who were selling this kind of game, called the gray feather chicken or something, and it was said that the meat tasted good, and the cook would be willing to cook them.

On the way back, Moeller unexpectedly met the thin black boy again, dragging a horned deer about the size of his body, with a bloody mass on his shoulder.

After killing the two innocent wild birds, Moller's heart was much better, so he said to the boy, "You are wounded, do you need help?"

The boy looked at him warily at first, then gradually softened his back and nodded silently.

The wound was caused by the horns of the horned deer, it was very deep but fortunately did not hurt the artery, the boy made a ball of herbs to stop the bleeding to plug the wound, and bandaged it with strips of cloth, Moller decisively removed these things that were easy to cause infection, took out a small bottle of the primary hemostatic agent he boiled out from the magic bag in his arms, and dropped a few drops on the wound, and the bleeding wound began to scab.

"Don't touch the water for the last two days, otherwise it will be very troublesome to get infected. Moeller whispered, thought for a moment, and said, "The horned deer is not a prey that you can deal with at your age, so it's better not to be too reluctant, otherwise you won't be so lucky next time." ”

The boy looked at him again, bowed his head and whispered thank you, his voice soft.

"Why did Brother Moeller treat him, is this the law of human society, the same kind of people should treat each other?" Rex asked without understanding, the simple little guy intuitively and accurately sensed someone's heart and changed for the better, and he could already continue to ask questions and harass.

"You don't have to save everyone, but when you see someone hurt, it's a basic code of conduct to take care of them, and of course there are some people who don't follow such rules. For those who don't follow the rules, you don't have to follow them either. "Moeller instilled his own worldview into the little fart dragon, and it doesn't matter what justice or injustice, as long as the little guy he brings out will not suffer in the future, and he will not have no bottom line.

After a delicious meal of the smoky grey feather chicken in the evening, Moller greeted an unexpected guest, a middle-aged woman with a sallow-faced face and a green checkered turban, who had brought the boy he had treated during the day to visit and laid down a small basket of berries.

"Thank you very much sir for taking care of Eriba during the day today, this child is always a worry and is really a trouble for you. ”

Moeller said it didn't matter, and accepted the berries. The woman laughed, and then invited: "I have heard from the innkeeper that the gentleman will stay here for a while, and if he has time, he can go to the assembly in the auditorium in the evening, and that a kind person like you should have the opportunity to hear the gospel." ”

The boy had kept his head down since he entered the house, and he couldn't see his watch clearly, but when he heard his mother's words, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Moeller worriedly.

Moeller noticed his expression, but quietly agreed to the woman: "If I have time, I will go." ”