Unable to describe the feeling of exhaustion that entangles the body, nor can he find a way to alleviate this emptiness of the mind, Roland can only grit his teeth and use a stubbornness that does not admit defeat and rage to counter the exhaustion that invades the body and the loneliness of impacting thinking and will. Even the urge to shout and vent is saved and used for a longer minute.

[Live] -- the most basic and fundamental instinct of living beings is active and gradually corrodes sluggish thinking. Giving up the backpack means abandoning the material foundation necessary for survival, stopping to rest and being diluted by the sun getting closer and closer to the horizon, and if you can't find a place to live before the sky completely sinks, you may have to sleep on the plains and meadows tonight.

"Try to survive, it's not easy for you to do this. ”

"I don't admit it. ”

The flirtatious smile, the words of contempt for people and the backs of an inexplicable sense of distance are intertwined, and the nightmare that will not wake up comes to mind from time to time. With anger directed at the hateful smiling face that was obviously not around. Roland finally reached the junction of the plains and the jungle along the ancient road in disrepair, and he could no longer lift his feet, and the boy did not even have time to remove the weight on his back, and sat on the rubble pile with the extra load.

The surroundings are not familiar, and it is an impossible task for inexperienced children to find shelter, water, and food in the plains where they can only get lost if they are not careful. Roland only relied on his intuition and vaguely discerned the remnants of the horseshoe wheel prints, and kept moving away from the elven convoy along the dirt road.

If he is a little calmer and has basic wilderness survival experience. You should have stopped a little earlier. Prepare camping to save your body. Set up a campfire to repel wild animals and the cold before dark, spray potions against snakes and insects, and prepare a heart-filling dinner. But Roland is not a super foodie who has many years of experience in the wild, chewing fresh insects and wild fruits, praising [chicken flavor, crunchy]. Received sporadic vague words from his father and other elders, plus a backpack from his self-proclaimed guardian's enemies—all Roland had, and that was the only thing to rely on but himself.

Beasts, hunger, thirst, cold—anything could kill Roland, so despite the hard work of lifting a finger, Roland gritted his teeth and pulled his arm out of the strap, untying his backpack in search of something to quench his thirst.

The first thing that came out of the bag was a short rod-like object—a top guard and a strip of black cloth wrapped around the middle to prevent the hand from slipping—a short stick shaped like a sword grip.

But it's just similar in appearance. There is no combination of sharp blades for splitting, slashing, stabbing, slashing, etc., but a beautiful crystal or something similar is inlaid at the top, and the deep twilight can hardly hide the transparency and beauty of the crystal.

――Except for being pretty. It's just a waste of mere appearance.

Anyone who sees such an object will have the same intuitive impression from its appearance. Not to mention using it for self-defense, even if you want to use it to chop meat and chop wood. The butcher and woodcutter are much more useful than this waste.

Thinking that he had been deceived again, Roland was ready to throw away the [Short Stick] and the angry love Xù far away, and prove his worth before that terrible idea could be translated into action, and a bright and dazzling white pillar of light emitted from the top of the [Waste]. The dark night was driven away by the lightning-white light from Roland's side, and the boy, frightened by the sudden vision, threw down the strange thing that lit up the night sky in a panic, and crawled behind the big rock on one side, soothing his chest that was rising and falling again.

The lighting in the village was limited to oil lamps, candles, and magic lamps, and unlike any other place, none of them emitted a light of medium intensity, and even the shadows thinned out under the harsh white light, and the columnar white light could still be glimpsed from behind the rocks as if it were stretching endlessly into the distance. ...,