"It's a shame, I've never seen anything like this before, is there really nothing I can do about it?" Kraft touched the shriveled purse, a little unwilling.

The Wood family was not financially strained, but it was not easy to get pocket money from his grandfather, and the young Kraft developed an early awareness of making the difference.

"Then you do it, I'll see how you cut it down." Ryan crossed his arms and looked at the pillar with a helpless expression, "In the past, there was a king who drew his sword from the stone and established our kingdom of Norse, and now there is Kraft who wields a sword and breaks the stone, if you develop in the future, don't forget your dear cousin." ”

"Thank you, and if I can really cut it, I can consider making you the next Baron of Wood." Kraft gave up on the unrealistic idea of bringing the pillar back and turned to leave. Ryan quickly followed him and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"We can't take it away, and neither can anyone else. It doesn't matter if we leave it here, we can let them dig slowly first, and then call my grandfather and Mr. Anderson to see the whole picture next year. ”

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With the usual weather rules in the Kingdom of Enos, the goose feather snow did not last long. After staying indoors for a while, the snowflakes outside the window have shrunk to the appearance of fine salt grains, the wind is very small, and the low mountains in the distance have a little taste of the Jiangnan hills.

Ryan was bored enough to make a snowman out of the snow on the windowsill, and was now trying to stick the folded ice skate into it as a hand.

"The next time I come to a place like this, I'll have to bring backgammon, I don't know how they survive at home in winter." Ryan finished his snowman, the snow on the windowsill had run out, and he had no idea of going out and rolling a big snowman for the time being.

Coupled with today, they've been here for four days, and whether they can bring their stuff back or not, it's good news to be able to leave this boring place.

"Yes, yes." Kraft unconsciously replied that this part of his soul was completely unaccustomed to this life without a cell phone, and that he would be at a loss as soon as he was free, "We'll leave tomorrow morning, remember to wake me up early." ”

"I wish something could happen, whatever it is, it's boring." Ryan gave a hache, knocked down the crooked snowman, and got up to go back to his room.

Kraft was still staring out the window, seemingly motionless, actually missing his phone. The native part of the soul does not add to the fight against boredom, but is a little restless because of the knowledge of the prosperity and excitement of another world. It's the part of visitors from other worlds, in addition to missing the mobile phone, but also enjoying the tranquility and natural scenery now.

He watched as the already modest sky darkened, and the spruce grove at the end of the wheat field turned from a cluster of large Christmas trees to a continuous black shadow that stretched all the way to the cascading low hills in the distance.

It reminded Kraft of the days he spent at his grandmother's house as a child, mostly during the Chinese New Year, when the snow-covered fields were tiled from the village to the hills in the distance, except that the lights could often be seen in the distance, and there were sporadic fireworks in the distance.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that beyond that were huge dams and waterworks in the mountains, and that the water supply could be reached and unreachable by this behemoth.

The power of thunder and lightning and steel is constantly dispelled the confusion and fear of facing the majestic world from ancient times to the present, and when you turn on the faucet, you can feel the power of human beings from the distant mountains to the eyes everywhere.

And here, in this place where it seems to have gone back hundreds of thousands of years, the small villages and the few wheat fields around are all the areas controlled by humans, and it only takes less than ten minutes for you to step from human territory to pure primeval land.

It was the domain of spruce and all sorts of unknowns, and where the cold mist roamed wolves and other fur and scaled beasts, watching them in the vast and eternal darkness that surrounded the tiny creations of man, no different from examining a herd of deer.

Modern people often like to laugh at the superstition and foolishness of the ancients, but they don't know how thrilling the power of nature and the unknown is in such darkness. Even the evil spirits and ghosts in plasma horror movies are not worth mentioning in such a sense of oppression.

From stories of wolves attacking humans to rumors of a remote village disappearing overnight, the more chilling stories are often discovered long after the occurrence by a passing traveler, whose victims have long since been turned into indistinguishable substances, consumed by this dark and savage world – and more untold stories are swallowed up by the discoverer, who continues to disguise themselves with the blank spaces on the map.

At this time, the most advanced weapon of mankind, the sword pinned to his waist, was as ridiculously weak as a toothpick. Even in the most arrogant legends, there is no mortal who dares to challenge the mountains.

Kraft, the otherworldly part, once felt that the earth beneath his feet was so small that it had crowded humanity in just a few hundred years, and all the magnificent or weird legends could not be hidden under the miracle of technology, and only the starry sky still had puzzles waiting to be developed.

Now, he's a little unsure. Unexplainable things had happened to him, two unrelated souls, if they were really souls, that could be brought together. This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by either side or here, and if you say it, you will only be treated as a madman's babble.

Does this mean that the world is secretly hiding another side of it? It is a more magnificent and chaotic realm, a part of the technology that humanity is proud of that has not yet been touched.

It was the mystery that opened a corner in front of Kraft, and that one corner alone changed his life in unimaginable ways, sharply questioning the worldview he had built up in his past short life.

It is like a small dark cloud that once floated over the heads of the 20th century physics community, like a flaw on the perfect celestial sphere, shattering everything that was unbreakable in the past, and a new set of theories is needed to make up for this fatal flaw that is not enough for the whole.

But now he was standing in front of a crudely made wooden window, and darkness was sweeping over him, swallowing everything in sight. His limited talents are not worth mentioning in the face of such ignorant and terrifying darkness, and even a little bit of expertise beyond this world, without a head or tail, is an untimely dragon slaying skill here. This is undoubtedly a torture.

Kraft could feel an unknown longing surging deep within his body, which may have sprung up in this corner of his soul as early as the previous night, ignoring a person's character and desires, and spreading silently on its own. It is not until you notice a vine that you realize that it exists in your body, and that its huge root system penetrates deep into your consciousness.

In silence, Kraft stared out the window at the dark world where he couldn't find a place to look, and his hearing became sharper after losing his sight. He noticed what seemed to be a subtle sound that broke his musings.