Chapter 93: Wilderness

As his Golden Light Mantra became more and more sophisticated, his perception became more acute.

From the perspective of mysticism, gazes are powerful, and he doesn't think this is just an illusion.

He looked around carefully, but didn't see anything unusual because of the trees and bushes blocking his view. However, the vague feeling of being spied on still existed.

It must have been targeted by something, I don’t know if it was a mutated beast or something else.

Crown shouted, "Tighten the ranks, each group should be careful, and no one should leave everyone's sight."

He turned to a group of woodcutters not far away and said, "Del, your group will take the crossbows and patrol. By the way, see if you can find any edible wild vegetables to bring back."

"I understand." Del was a smart man. He realized that the knight must have discovered something, so he immediately called on the team members to start patrolling.

After a while, Clown felt that the feeling of being spied on disappeared and no longer reappeared. He felt relieved and continued to practice swordsmanship.

Every half an hour, he would stop to carefully observe his surroundings and patrol within a radius of 50 meters in the mine.

The morning was spent practicing swordsmanship, and when Crown finished practicing again, it was already noon.

He picked up the half basket of wild vegetables that Del and others had placed nearby and looked through them carefully.

As a professional herbalist, he did not find anything unusual about these wild vegetables.

Then he tasted each wild vegetable, and he even felt that the leaves had a fragrant taste. Normally, wild vegetables are somewhat bitter.

After confirming that there was no problem, he acted as a chef, put up two large pots, poured in clean water, salt and pepper, and added a bottle of holy water.

The food for lunch was dry bread and bacon and vegetable soup. The ingredients were all ready-made and did not reflect his superb cooking skills.

Seeing the patrol team approaching, Crown shouted, "Del, notify everyone to eat and rest for an hour."

"Okay, Valeri, you go to the mine, and Kalam, you go to the west."

After assigning the tasks, Del ran over cheerfully and reached out to take the wooden spoon from the knight: "Sir, just leave the rough work like cooking to me."

Crown let go of the spoon and said with a smile, "Del, I see you are much stronger than before."

The man's body now has obvious muscle contours and his face no longer looks so thin.

"I've been eating well lately, and I've been working a lot. I've tested it, and my strength has increased. Now I'll test it with you, and I should be able to knock you back."

"Really? Let's try it now. If the town regains contact with the outside world, I will train you to be a warrior of the church," Crown said with a smile. The power of the church is still too weak, and it is very necessary to train some extraordinary people. Moreover, people's physical fitness is slowly getting better, and more people will meet the standards for promotion to extraordinary.

After saying that, he took a few steps back, stretched out his right hand, bent his legs slightly, and stood up.

Del put the spoon into the pot, happily made a few fist-bumping movements, then took a few steps and punched out.

Clown felt the airflow from his fist and realized that the opponent's strength was even stronger than before he was promoted to a warrior.

He held the opponent's fist with his hand, and bent his arm slightly, transferring the force of the blow back to the ground through his legs, but his upper body remained straight and motionless. Del's face turned red.

"This," Del retracted his fist and said a little disappointedly, "I still didn't let you move a single step."

"Yes, your strength has improved significantly. At this level, you have reached the requirements for promotion to a warrior. If your physique passes the test, you will be given a place in the extraordinary level. The reason why you didn't let me retreat is because I have been making progress these days."

. . . .

"Karam, aren't you going back to eat? What are you doing there alone? Are you too lonely and want to vent your anger on the tree?"

A man with a brown beard asked in a lewd tone.

"Haha, I was wondering why I saw a tree hole when I was cutting wood just now, which was unusual."

"Fuck you, can't I just go pee?" Karam spat. "I invited you to dinner with good intentions, but you're still making fun of me."

"Do you need us to wait for you? How long does it usually take you to finish? Is ten seconds enough?"

"Get away from me."

"Look! I hit the nail on the head, he's angry," the bearded man laughed, "Patrol is so easy, unlike us, the water we drink turns into sweat, there's no urine."

"Come on, let's go ahead, he will catch up. Hurry up, I'm starving."

The men chatted and laughed and left quickly.

Karam walked behind a big tree that was so thick that an adult could hug it, took out a short and powerful tool and started to drain the water. There was a reason why he was embarrassed to relieve himself in front of others.

"Hush," he shuddered, and was about to pull up his pants when a drop of green mucus dripped from the top of his head onto his left shoulder.

"Shit," he glanced up and saw a girl hanging upside down with her fingers tightly grasping the bark.

The girl had a pretty face, her emerald green hair flying in the wind, and green liquid from the corners of her mouth pulled a crystal thread in the air. When she looked at him, her eyes were full of desire, the desire to see delicious food.

Kalam opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but no sound came out of his throat at the first moment.

Then he saw the girl let go of his hand and fall from the tree. Her mouth opened and grew bigger until it was big enough to hold him . . . .

Hans' legs and feet were wrapped in oilcloth and tied tightly with hemp rope.

He has actually been living a relatively comfortable life recently, as several of his colleagues in the town were either killed in the last attack or were injured and unable to move.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

At this moment he was filled with joy, because he had already harvested more than ten herbs, and even three of them were purchased by herbalists at high prices. Making money always makes people happy.

A breeze blew, and Hans' nostrils twitched violently. He smelled a faint fragrance, and his mind suddenly became clearer.

Black sage, yes, that is the herb that helped me make a lot of money from the master.

Hans' eyes were hidden in his smile, and a shrewd light shone from his cloudy eyes.

"My little darlings, here I come," the old man looked in the direction of the wind, and the special fragrance became stronger and stronger.

"Haha, I'm rich now." Hans saw that there were 20 to 30 black sage bushes growing lushly beside a green boulder not far from the puddle in front of him. He bypassed the puddle and rushed towards the bushes, his movements as agile as a sprinter.

He took out a shovel, knelt on the ground and dug carefully with gentle movements.

All of Hans' attention was focused on the herbs, and he didn't notice the ripples in the puddle behind him, and a ball of green mud crawled out.

The slime crawled forward, enveloping the old man's feet and hips.

Hans felt something strange and felt something soft in his hand: "What the hell is that?"

He was a little panicked and wanted to stand up and run away, but he found that this thing was surprisingly sticky and he couldn't get up at all. Moreover, this layer of disgusting mud spread up along his torso.

"Fuck!" the old man became furious and raised the spatula in his hand and cut it hard.

The shovel sank into the mud and couldn't be pulled out.

"Help, help!" Hans was completely panicked. He started shouting, his voice filled with endless panic and fear, and his tone was completely distorted.

His shouting did not last for a few seconds before the slime had spread over his head. The slime began to change from green to transparent and poured into the old man's mouth like liquid.

Soon, all the slime entered his body.

"Holy water, I still have holy water." Hans regained control of his body. Trembling, he took out two bottles of holy water, tilted his head back and drank them. At the end, he shook the bottle to ensure that not a drop was wasted.

Just after doing all this, his body suddenly stiffened, his pupils immediately dilated, then slowly shrank back to normal, and thick gray smoke came out of his mouth.

"Ah," Hans covered his mouth with his fingers and spat out the holy water he had just drunk. His fingers quickly turned red as if scalded by boiling water, and wisps of gray smoke came out.

He closed his mouth, a film of water wrapped around his fingers, and after a moment, the skin quickly returned to normal.

Hans closed his eyes and stood there for a while, then bent down, picked up the shovel and continued digging herbs.

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(End of this chapter)