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The legendary waiting in chapter 004
In the woods, Dawn first fulfilled his wish and contentedly tied up the pheasant with vines. Then jolted to retrieve the hunting gear, a short stick tied with slender vines and a net made of various branches.
Yes, it was Donnbu who set the trap, and of course, it was done under the guidance of the old housekeeper.
The shooting accuracy of the crossbow can not be solved in a short time, not to mention such a broken crossbow. So after simply teaching Dawn some hiding tips, the old housekeeper gave such a stupid hunting device. The result is very gratifying, Dawn finally solved the serious problem of hunger as soon as he arrived in the other world.
The prey is caught, and the question that comes with it is how to turn it into food that can be imported. The advice given by the old housekeeper is to make a rooster. The method is simple and tastes good. The most important thing is that you don't have to shed chicken feathers.
But after successfully making a fire and scooping water from the village with big leaves, Dawn hesitated at the pheasant who seemed to accept his fate. He had said before that he had never killed chickens and ducks, which was true.
Although Dawn's family was average, his parents still loved him very much and didn't let him get his hands on it. In addition, he has just graduated and has not experienced life experience, so he has never done anything like chickens and ducks.
However, the hunger in his stomach was very real. It was a pity that he had only eaten a piece of rye bread one day after he arrived in another world.
Dawn sighed, "so people are forced out." Brother Chicken, you are in my hands today. You'd better die early and surpass life as soon as possible. "
After rubbing his palms twice, Dawn pressed the chicken body, tightened the handle of the axe, and lifted the axe down.
"Goo!" There was a splash of blood and the pheasant let out a last whine.
Dawn only felt the heat on his hands, but he looked down and saw that his hands were covered with chicken blood. Unexpectedly, the chicken body without the red crown chicken head fluttered its wings and galloped away.
"Damn it."
Dawn is completely dumbfounded, this Nima is not scientific!
I've heard that cooked ducks fly, and pheasants without heads can run.
Fortunately, the pheasant ran dozens of meters, staged this final madness, then fell to the ground completely motionless.
After this absurd scene, it went much better. After a period of baking, Dawn successfully ate the legendary chicken. Pheasants are very nutritious, buttery and high-quality meat, but in the absence of any auxiliary materials, the taste of this thing is mediocre. But Dawn was really hungry, and he made it himself, so he ate with relish and a sense of achievement.
For the next few days, Dawn lived in the forest for a while.
He is not ready how to plan his foreign life, the killer Dawn does not want to do, danger is one thing, the key is that the heart of the hurdle he can not get through. After all, although a serious college student is second-rate, it is impossible for him to take other people's lives at will for the sake of money or something.
But although he doesn't want to be a killer, he often goes to the system space. The old housekeeper gave him something, and he often practiced it. On the one hand, he had nothing to do; on the other hand, he didn't put too much pressure on himself.
The old housekeeper did not force him, but took out a killer game and let him go in to complete the killer task. Although Dawn rejects being a killer, he will not object to this kind of virtual games as a game fan.
But the difficulty of the game is too high, Dawn played for a few days, but did not break through a hurdle. This makes him, who always claims to be a game talent, unable to hang up his face and delve into it.
The first level of the game is to steal an aristocrat's sword. The goal seemed easy, but every time Dawn was close to the aristocratic house without waiting for Dawn to probe into it, he was found by the watchdog, and the guard killed him in an instant, making him depressed. Fortunately, this is a virtual game, there is no keyboard mouse, otherwise don't know how many have been damaged by him.
Noon, lunchtime.
"Damn it, it's this stupid dog again, don't let me catch you, or I'll chop you up ten times in a row!" Swearing Don carried a hunting device and looked around for a place to set it up.
This time he managed to knock out a guard, climbed over the backyard fence and entered the aristocratic mansion, but before he could get excited, Dawn was once again killed by a team of guards who had heard the news. Nima, why do you think you sneak into the backyard as soon as you watch the watchdog?
Why, this rabbit is quite fat, but it's a pity that can't catch it. Dawn looked at the fat hare drooling dozens of meters away.
Dawn subconsciously observed his surroundings. In the downwind, with dense woods and knee-high thickets, it was a favorable terrain to hide. Well, what are you thinking? you think you're the old housekeeper. Dawn secretly despised himself.
But as soon as the thought came to mind, Dawn couldn't help thinking about it, that's all, give it a try, there's nothing to lose anyway.
Dawn licked his lips and walked slowly from the side to the hare.
Concentrate, meditate, breathe, observe.
Rabbit grazing frequency, turning head time, the distance from the tree in front, the distance from the next tree, whether there are dead branches at the foot ….
Slowly, slowly.
At this moment, the slow Dawn's eyes gradually died down, and what appeared in his mind was the hiding skills of the old tutor.
Walking like a ghost for more than ten meters, the hare did not respond.
In the space, the old housekeeper looked at the light screen calmly. The corner of the mouth skimmed: "it can be made, but is it so easy to get close to?"
Dawn has already walked halfway through the distance of tens of meters.
At this time, the hare, who was bowing his head to graze, suddenly moved his ears and looked up alertly in front of him.
It was just an ordinary clump of trees, and the breeze in the forest was blowing the leaves slightly and rattling.
The hare sniffed, drew back his eyes, and continued to gnaw at the grass.
Dawn, behind the tree, frowned slightly. Just now he took a tentative step and was quickly noticed by the rabbit. Can't we get any closer? It doesn't make sense. How did the old housekeeper get there? can't figure it out.
Calm down, there must be a way.
At such a distance, the hare bowed his head and gnawed at the grass, and I was at a disadvantage, so the problem should be the sound. Just because I can't hear myself walking doesn't mean the hare can't hear me.
Then how can the hare hear the sound and not look up? Nima, the more you think about it, the more mysterious it becomes. Don looked up and took a deep breath. The rabbit is not an idiot.
Just then, a flash of light suddenly flashed through my mind. Dawn looked up at the leaves and opened his mouth thoughtfully: voice? Sound!
Dawn picked his eyebrows for a moment and walked out of the tree. More than ten meters away, the herbivorous hare did not respond.
It worked, and so it was. Dawn suppressed his ecstasy and moved forward slowly.
In the space, the old housekeeper nodded slightly, this boy, there is still some talent in hiding.
Dawn is just a novice killer who learns to hide, or even a rookie, and his footsteps are inevitable. The hare's long ears are not given in vain. It can be alert to any abnormal noise around it.
But this time, the problem with the hare is precisely "no anomaly". For the hare, there was nothing unusual about the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves in the forest from time to time, and Dawn approached it with the help of the sound of leaves.
But is it really that smooth? We know that there is a gentle breeze in the forest. There may be experienced people who can be familiar with the strength of the wind, but this person is definitely not the Dawn now.
Dawn paused for a moment as he approached the hare three meters away from the clatter of leaves.
The hare raised his head so closely that Dawn could even see the sawtooth blade above the three-lobed mouth and two big teeth.
When the wind stopped, Dawn knew it was bad, held the net and jumped on it.
Dawn's reaction was not unpleasant, but with a kick on his calf, the dust rose and passed quickly under the net.
Shit, it fell short! The empty Dawn fell with a grin.
"Bang."
Before Dawn began to repent, there was a loud Tackle.
Dawn looked aside in astonishment and froze.
He once read the saying, "Life is like a chocolate, you never know what the next one is," when Dawn had no feelings.
Now looking at the hare over there who ran into a tree trunk in a panic, Dawn suddenly felt that this sentence was too fucking reasonable.
", the legendary waiting for a rabbit, the ancients did not deceive me!" Dawn mentioned the hapless hare in a sunny mood.
Dawn's cooking is mediocre and limited to pheasants, and he doesn't want to be a "flower rabbit". Fortunately, these days, he is very familiar with the old farmers on the farm, and he mentions any game directly.
The old farmer's wife left early, and he didn't want to go to the city with his sons, so he lived in a country mill. Although there is no worry about food and clothing, it is hard to avoid loneliness. Seeing Dawn coming with a fat hare, his eyes lit up and hastened to take it.
When he held it in his hand, the old farmer smiled and said, "this animal has good teeth. It can't be five pounds." Today, Tang, thanks to your blessing, I have relieved my cravings. "
Dawn said with a smile, "this is really not my credit. I was lucky to see this thing hit a tree when I went out. Haha!"
", Don, you are so funny. All right, I'll take care of this beast first. You go to the cellar and get me a can of green fruit wine, and we're going to celebrate today. " Green fruit wine is brewed by an old farmer who collects a kind of cyan fruit commonly seen here. It is slightly alcoholic and slightly sour in taste.
"all right."
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It was quick for the old farmer to deal with the game. But in most of the time, two pots of rabbit meat were brought up, stewed in a clear stew and stewed in a fire, with different styles, and the smell excited people's appetite.
Dawn took two pottery cups and poured in the green fruit wine.
The old farmer wiped his hands and said, "Let's make these two flavors today. I'll marinate the rest of the rabbit meat first, and tomorrow I'll make you a smoked rabbit meat."
", that would be nice." Dawn was overjoyed.
All the food and wine had been served, but Dawn was in no hurry to start, because over the past few days, he knew that the old farmer was a devout believer and would pray before every meal.
"Thank you, the loving God of Light, for giving us food."
The old farmer believed in the male sculpture, the god of light, on the roof of the church in the village. Every month, except for his own use and the rent he had to hand in, he donated everything else to the chapel.
These days, under the sidelines of Dawn, he finally learned from the mouth of the old farmer that it was called the mainland of Caesar, an era ruled by monarchy and theocracy, and the monarchy was similar to the monarchy seen by Dawn in history books.
Dawn is now in the middle of Blanc, one of the two empires in Caesar. As for the other empire, well, it is not so much an empire as a tribe, the northern wilderness tribe.
It is certain that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there is a continuous war between Blanc and the northern wilderness tribes. But for the old farmer, these things are too far away. Little Stone Village is located in the south of the Empire, and he has never seen those ferocious "barbarians" in the northern wilderness in his life.
What interests Dawn most is that he hears the existence of anger fighting and magic from the old farmer. But when Dawn wanted to understand it in detail, he was sorry to find that the old farmer knew little about both.
About magic, the old farmer only knew that the magician was noble, and the only magic he had ever seen in his life was Father York's healing. Yes, it is the kind of warm light that Dawn mistook for portable Yuba. As for the fighting of anger, the old farmer only heard that the supreme officer here, a knight lord, had this kind of thing.
After the old farmer had finished praying, Dawn couldn't wait to taste the rabbit meal.
After a few pieces of rabbit meat and a few cups of green fruit wine, the old farmer began to chatter habitually. The content is probably the same as what Dawn heard a few times before, but with a slightly different degree of exaggeration.
The granddaughter of the old John family in the village had a good fortune and joined the Illuminati Church under the guidance of Father York. A few days ago, she was sent to a distant monastery for further study.
Or maybe when he was a child, he saw a magician flying in the air, wiping out evil beasts and so on.
The latter is probably because he listened to some wandering bard rap. Dawn smiled with a glass of wine. Life outside the world is also very interesting.
Drink it down. "Mom and Dad, I'm fine here. You don't have to worry."