Bud finished the day's hunting, whistled on the way back to the village, the harvest was very good, a newborn she-wolf, fell into his trap, he quickly found the wolf's den, got a few wolf cubs, although the wolf meat is not delicious, but the wolf skin can be sold for a good price, and there is a live one hanging on his waist, low wailing, as for his brothers and sisters, they are all strangled and hung on their backs, it is a flawless young wolf skin, is a good thing to make small leather jackets, it is said that this kind of jacket that makes people look heroic is popular among the noble ladies of the city。 It was left because it was the strongest, and someone would need it, and the price was much better than the skin on his body.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel even more proud, he could have a good drink in the village tavern and impress the beautiful daughter of the tavern owner, which was a rare entertainment in his life.

The hound that had been circling around him at his feet suddenly let out a vigilant low roar, Bud quickly put away all his pride, picked up the hunting knife at his waist, and looked at the bushes in the direction of the hound's vigilance, the twilight sun cast a large shadow on the high canopy, and the bushes made a "rustling" commotion, Bud's palms were in cold sweat, and he secretly scolded his carelessness, and even let the beast bully to this position, the bow and arrow behind it could no longer play its value, and the short knife in his hand could not deal with the large beast at all.

The commotion of the bushes reached its extreme, and finally a small figure came out of it.

"Kids?" Bud muttered, both glad and angry.

An eight- or nine-year-old child with pointed ears stood in front of Bud, but his eyes were on Bud's waist.

"Elf, no, it's half-elf" Bud looked at the half-grown boy in front of him in surprise, shirtless, wearing hemp shorts and straw shoes, ears slightly pointer than humans, turquoise eyes and silver-gray hair, together to build a delicate appearance, the identity of the half-elf is self-evident.

"Excuse me, can you sell it to me?" Arthur asked, smiling, pointing to Bud's waist.

Bud was surprised to meet a half-elf here, and understood why he was so close to him, an elf was born to fit into the forest. However, he was still annoyed by the fright, and seeing that it was just such a child, he said impatiently: "Get out of the way, don't waste Uncle Budd's time." With that, he wanted to walk away.

"What if I trade this for you!" Arthur was not angry, but opened his palm, revealing the trade he had already prepared.

Bud froze there as if by magic, the sun was about to set completely, but the golden glitter in Arthur's hand shone brighter than the midday sun.

"Gold, gold!" Bud couldn't help but breathe admiration, to be honest, he had never owned a gold coin since he was so big.

"Of course you can": this sentence blurted out under the charm of the gold coin, Bud just finished saying it and regretted it a little, maybe it could be sold for a higher price, the child should be very easy to deceive, the joy of getting the gold coin was suddenly replaced by the pain of unknown loss. The hand stretched out to his waist was also a little hesitant.

"You can't give it to you until you come to my house. Bud said with a twist. Secretly proud of his witty reaction. Seeing that Arthur was a little hesitant, he hurriedly encouraged: "This is very close to my house, it's so late, you're hungry, I have a good rabbit bread at home!"

Arthur has a headache, his mental age is also thirty or forty years old, of course he can see what the hunter in front of him is talking about, he has been living in a closed village all these years, dealing with animals more than with people, the people in the village are also very good to him, almost forgetting the nature of people, this gold coin was found by a merchant who was attacked by wolves, the merchant's three guards and a dozen wolves killed together, that kind of tragic scene he can not forget to this day, other things and money have been given to Evan or given to the people in the village, only this gold coin as a souvenir, he also likes brilliant colors。

These days alone in the jungle experience, want to find a young beast as a companion, this is also a must for the druid, by chance met Bud, felt that the little wolf on his waist is very suitable, after a while, he can't help but show up and want to buy it, and the only valuable thing on him is this gold coin.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to your house, and I only have this gold coin on me. Now that he understood his mistake, Arthur hastened to correct it, saying so.

"Oh, is it? it doesn't matter, my bread doesn't charge money, don't mind": Bud's face turned red, a little disappointed and a little suspicious at the fact that a little child had seen his plan, and he had regarded today as his lucky day, and had forgotten what a gold coin was for him.

Looking at the little figure in front of him, the delicate face cast by the shadow, he was a little stupid, he just thought of the gold coins, this child may have more gold coins on him, with these gold coins, he can marry the beautiful daughter of the tavern owner back home with dignity, and open a grocery store, no longer have to live this dangerous life of hunting, I don't know when to die in the belly of a disgusting beast. These gold coins can change his whole life, give him a new life, although this child is a trouble, but maybe it can have a higher price, although the price of the half-elf is not as good as the elf, but it is better than the harvest of his life to hunt a bear, as long as the child is sold, or even lose some, simply kill, all problems can be solved.

Bud will become Mr. Bud, Lord Bud, and he can almost see the tavernkeeper's salivating face begging him to marry his daughter.

He took out the composure when he hunted the beast, smiled and said, "Okay then, this wolf cub will be given to you, hold it". As he spoke, he untied the rope around his waist and handed the little wolf to him.

The sky had sunk almost completely, and their faces were sunk in darkness, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

The moment Arthur reached out to take it, Bud wrapped the rope around his hand violently, Arthur seemed to be surprised and wanted to break free, but how could it be an adult's strength, Bud's face full of excitement was close at hand, but then it froze, Arthur's hand was shining green, and a vine grew out from under Bud's feet and entangled him, he understood that it was magic, which made him very frightened, he tried to break free, while grabbing Arthur, although he was afraid but not desperate, the hound around him would quickly kill his enemies, then all magic would not be useful。

As he wished, the hound, which had been quietly watching their trade, reacted quickly and pounced as they entangled. It's just that it's not Arthur but Bud, his hope is gone with his life, fate gives him not a chance of rebirth but a trap of death, the hound accurately bites his neck, he is still confused before he dies.

Arthur sat panting to the side, today is too dangerous, because of his body, his hand-to-hand combat ability is far inferior to the hunter in front of him, if he is caught, the consequences are unimaginable, without the help of his pet friends, the early druid is actually very vulnerable. If it weren't for the beastly intuition, keenly aware of the other party's hostility, preparing this vine technique and then controlling the hound, it would be dangerous today.

The silver moon had risen into the sky, and the moon was sprinkled on the corpse, making Arthur also feel a faint fear, he had killed someone, for the first time in his life, without the legendary disgust, and it may not be because of his own hands. There is no regret, after all, if he is the loser, then his fate will be very sad, and there is only endless irritability in his heart. When his heartbeat calmed down, there was a great joy that filled his heart and drove away all discomfort, that is, the joy of defeating the enemy and defeating fate.

The hound had already fled far away from the woods, and its frightened wails seemed to be heard in the woods. The little wolf crouched on the corpse and sucked the blood that flowed from its neck, and it was starving.

When all emotions subsided, Arthur sighed softly, picked up the wolf cub, and plunged back into the depths of the jungle, where wild beasts would soon follow the smell of blood, and then all evidence would be destroyed. He didn't want anyone else to know that he had killed this man. That might cause disputes and enmity between the druids and humans.

Although the druids are also human beings in nature, tribes such as the barbarians on the Great Plateau, the dwarves in the Kolo hills, and the halflings, Amazons, etc., are already considered new races, and on the earth, the friction between different peoples is still so frequent, let alone different races.

Arthur ran in the jungle, venting his thoughts, originally just wanted to buy at a high price, but in the end it came to this point, Arthur also smiled bitterly in his heart, there are accidents, there are inevitable, after all, it's just people's hearts that are doing things. He didn't hate that hunter, sacrificing a stranger for his own benefit, probably every human has the consciousness, and he might do the same in his position, but fortunately today he is the strongest. But what about the future? Will you get by with luck? Sooner or later, you will have to go out into the outside world and face a more powerful enemy. You have to be stronger.

The outside world is really not so easy to mix, and the pride of rapid progress has also dissipated into the night, and an ordinary hunter is so difficult to deal with, even if he distances himself, the opponent's bow and arrow may be faster than his own spell.

In this world, Arthur felt the pressure of survival for the first time, that kind of pressure is real, he failed in his previous life and may be able to start all over again, and if he fails here, I am afraid he will have to cross again. However, compared to the endless consumption in his previous life, cutting meat with a blunt knife, he prefers this kind of straightforward and one-knife killing. With the confidence to overcome the death he had just had, and facing the unknown future, his heart was full of pride.

But he was tired of running and fell asleep under a big tree, and there was a sentence echoing in his heart before he fell asleep.

"Tomorrow, hurry up."