The boy's name is Pullman, and he comes from Brownwood Village, a remote village on the edge of the West Wind Kingdom.
Pullman said that he walked eastward from leaving home without stopping, and it took him about seven days to get here.
Loran Hill estimated that based on his experience in his previous life, an ordinary person could walk a maximum of 50 kilometers a day, but this was a forest mountain road, so the distance had to be discounted. In other words, human society could be reached 150 to 200 kilometers west of this forest.
"I made a mistake, so I escaped."
After a long silence and hesitation, the boy finally spoke and said why he was there, but he did not explain what specific mistake he had made.
When he said this, his eyes dimmed a little and his voice became low unconsciously.
Looking at the boy who became silent again, the girl guessed that there might be some unspeakable difficulties.
Loran Hill stopped asking questions and asked another one.
"Where do you plan to go in the future?"
"I...I don't know. I'll probably find a place to live in the forest, or maybe get eaten by a passing monster one day."
A bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared on the boy's face, and he buried his face in his arms on his knees.
The yellow bonfire crackled softly in the night, dispelling the chill of the mountain nights. The smell of burning wood filled the air, and occasionally the chirping of insects could be heard in the distance.
The forest is not safe at night, and this is the sparsely populated Tisilan Mountains, where traces of magical beasts with extraordinary powers can often be seen. Fortunately, the red dragonfly that was hunting nearby died not long ago, and other magical beasts have not yet expanded their territory, so it has been relatively peaceful recently.
The boy believed that an ordinary person like himself would be seeking death if he entered the forest.
However, he had no other way out.
Why did it come to this? I am obviously a timid person and I just want to be an ordinary person who helps others raise sheep.
If I had to say what my biggest dream is, it would be to please Aunt Sandy at the village head and make her agree to marry me and Joanna.
Although Joana had a few freckles on her face, he really liked her lively look. Unfortunately, Aunt Sandy was a tailor and her family was much better off than his. She could only eat white bread occasionally. But he had only eaten half a white bread in his life, and it was the small half he got when his cousin got married.
The boy stared blankly at the bonfire in front of him, lost in memories and thoughts.
"Have you ever thought about how to survive?"
Loran Hill took out a few fruits and placed them next to the fire, preparing to eat them after they were roasted. The green fruits were similar to the tangerines in his memory, with a sweet and sour taste.
"have no idea...."
There was a flame of hatred burning in the boy's heart, but he also felt lost because of his own weakness.
"How about this, can you tell me about what's going on outside?"
"Hello... no, hello, distinguished young lady. Thank you for your help. Ask me anything you want, and I will tell you everything I know."
"No need to be so respectful, just call me Loran Hill."
"Well, I'd better call you Miss Loran Hill, otherwise it would be too rude."
"Well, you care a lot about politeness. Has anyone taught you?" Loran Hill was a little curious.
"No, I just saw that everyone in the city addressed the distinguished ladies like that."
"I see. Have you ever been to school?"
"No, commoners like us are not eligible to go to school, and we don't have that much money. In our village, only the village chief can read, and the rest can only recognize a few important numbers."
"Okay, so what era is it now?"
"It should be around 1,600 years into the Third Age. I'm not sure exactly, I just heard it from a priest who passed by the village."
Has it been so long? Trinasha's memories are still of the Second Age; she doesn't even know when it ended, and the Third Age has been over 1,600 years old. Loran Hill sighed and continued asking.
"What countries are there on the mainland now?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know. The farthest I've ever been from home is Trin City. I only know that I'm in the West Wind Kingdom."
"As for other countries... I've only heard of the Black Rock Principality. It seems to be a northern mercenary nation. I've seen some mercenaries claiming to be from the Witz mountain people of Black Rock."
Loran Hill chatted for a while and gained a general understanding of the current situation outside. Although Pullman didn't know much, from his descriptions of daily life, customs, and labor, the current world should be similar to that of medieval Europe, with people's limited productivity and nobles ruling their own territories.
As for extraordinary abilities, Pullman only heard that the captain of the guard in Trin City had the strength of Sequence 1. This was already very powerful, and even the robbers nearby did not dare to provoke him.
Very weak. Although Loran Hill himself is only Sequence 1, he is a disciple of Trinasha, the powerful figure of the Mercury Dynasty. According to Trinasha, Sequence 1 is just a transitional learning process and can only serve as an auxiliary at most. The warriors of the dynasty start at at least Sequence 2.
Even the dynasty's most elite combat units were all Sequence 5, such as the Crescent Death Scythe Knights at the time, all of whom were Sequence 5 Death Scythe Knights of the Necromancer.
There was no other way. At that time, the elven kingdoms had accumulated strength for thousands of years, and their per capita combat effectiveness was very high. Soldiers without Sequence 2 strength were not qualified to be cannon fodder.
What on earth has the world of Ivar experienced in these 1,600 years? It has degenerated to this point, and the elves have not even launched a counterattack. Although the silver elves have been exterminated, there are still many forest elves left, not to mention the ice elves who have all moved to the northern continent. Their strength is intact.
There are still many questions, but it is impossible to answer them clearly today. I will find out later when I go out. The girl stopped asking.
"Where is Miss Loran Hill from? Someone like you must be from a noble family."
With his limited knowledge, the boy could only imagine that a young lady from a noble family could have such appearance and clothing. Moreover, the girl's fingers were white and had no signs of labor at all. This was not something that ordinary people could do.
"No, I'm just an ordinary person... Well, I lived in the forest with my teacher since I was a child. It's just that my teacher passed away not long ago."
After a moment's thought, the girl replied, which was basically true.
"Are you okay with the injuries on your body? I see blood on your clothes."
"It's okay, I won't die for a while, but... there are some things I'm afraid I can never do."
The boy's voice was choked.
"What's going on?"
The night wind blew through the forest, the campfire swayed continuously, and the boy began to tell an ordinary yet sad story.
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