Night Raven Master

Chapter 3 Plan
Half a day later, night fell.

Outside the Glora Forest, in a small town.

"Sir! Sorry! Sir!"

With an apologetic expression on his face, a [-]-year-old boy hurriedly apologized to a man who was hit by him, and then left, looking like he was in a hurry.

"Oh? What happened to me?" The man rubbed his bumped shoulder with a depressed expression on his face.

Just when he was about to complain about his bad luck that day, he discovered that his money bag was missing.

The appearance of the boy just now appeared in his mind, and the man couldn't help shouting: "Damn thief! Guards! Guards!"

However, when the guards came from all over the town without walls, the boy had already run away.

outside of town.

"Copper coins?" The boy in plain clothes was naturally Yate.

According to his memory, he returned to the original place, and took out his original aristocratic clothes in the bushes, and the clothes he was wearing were brought from a certain yard.

He was cautious, and although he was hungry, he wasn't foolish enough to walk into town swaggeringly.

This kind of idiot-like approach, after suffering a big loss in the virtual game "Roman Empire" five years ago, he has already engraved it in his heart.

Still, I'm hungry.

He threw away the money bag in his hand. At this moment, he felt that playing virtual games was still useful.

Most virtual games have a "skill completion" setting.

For example, stealing, if you do all the actions in place like a thief in the real world, you will get 100% skill completion, and the skill effect will be the best.

With his experience in virtual games, he made a successful move this time.

But, that's about it.

Just now, he met a group of people in the town.

It wasn't Viscount Crawley, who was cheap for his father, but another nobleman, one of the sons of the previous Viscount Crawford, who served as his nominal uncle.

He was also the one who chased him and Tova.

However, Yate narrowed his eyes. If he read correctly, Tova was also in the team just now.

"Sure enough, unreliable?" He sneered. Medieval games have never lacked intrigue, betrayal and tricks.

Whether it's the upper class nobles or the lower class civilians, or the hyenas in the gutter, it's the same.

Yate knew very well that he would encounter many dangers and suffer a lot of pain in the future.

It's not the virtual game that is suppressed under level 4 pain, but the real crisis of serious injury and death.

But what about that?
It has to be said that before encountering real danger, many people have extraordinary determination. As for whether they can persevere, it is hard to say.

The same is true for Art, at least now he is not in danger that might make him give up.

After stuffing the noble young master's clothes back into the bushes again, Art's figure disappeared in place.

He didn't want to go back to the small town just now, nor did he want to go back to the Colora Forest, nor did he think about going back to the Viscount Claude.

Originally, it was like this.

However, he needs to try to capture a crow and contract a crow as a servant.

Without any hesitation, he turned and left. According to the information he got from the diners in the tavern just now, there is a village near the small town of Glora, which is one of the safest places on the outskirts of Glora Forest.

The forests there are a better choice than the towns, a safer resting place, an easier place to find crows.

Before that, though, he needs to find some food.

Preferably, it can be eaten directly.

After all, he was hungry.

"Go! Feller!"

Outside the small village, an old hunter was calling for his son, a strong young man with a basket on his back.

Behind the old hunter, there is also the same pannier. Inside are the hunter's tools, whether it is setting traps or skinning the prey, it is enough.

Today, they were going to the outskirts of the Colora Forest to hunt some less powerful prey, peel off their furs, and take the furs and the remaining meat to the town to exchange for money to meet the needs of his family.

"Old Feller, why are you in such a hurry?" Feller, a robust young man, asked while shaking his back.

"Oh, no, you should call me father, not old Feller." Old Feller rolled his eyes, but he didn't think too much about it, and set off immediately, "In the past half month, we need to Hunt more to prevent the coming winter."

"Winter?" Feller was a little puzzled, "Winter is still far away, four months."

"No, no, this year was an accident." Old Feller shook his head and quickened his pace, "Every 30 years, winter will be earlier by two or three months. I clearly remember the event 30 years ago. The heavy snow almost froze the newborn you into ice."

"My God, this is really unfortunate news." Feller shrugged his shoulders. He is just 30 years old this year and doesn't remember what happened when he was just born.

"Boy, don't believe it. Every old man in the village is making preparations in advance. If you don't believe it, after a month, the Baron of Gloria Town will probably send his knights over to collect taxes." Filler shrugged, "The kind of tax you've never heard of before."

"Oh, damn winter." Hearing what his father said, Feller couldn't help covering his face.

Three or ten minutes later, Feller and Old Feller arrived at the outskirts of the Glora Forest. The two hunters went hunting as usual, checking once again whether they had enough items.

Until they watched a teenager.

It was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. Although they didn't know if he had passed the coming-of-age ceremony, the two of them could tell that that boy was also a hunter.

Although, the technology is not very skilled.

This boy is Art. He is trying to make a trap to catch crows. The bait is the green fruit he just picked.

Although crows eat fruit, he is not sure whether this kind of fruit is what crows like to eat.

[Blue Sweet Fruit: A fruit that can restore a little satiety. 】

Just like the last game he played in his last life, he could only check its information after he put it in the inventory.

The weather is not cold now, at least, he slept next to the tree last night and didn't feel very cold, although he didn't sleep well.

After getting up early in the morning, he began to look for crows, and the blue sweet fruit for dinner and breakfast was the bait.

However, about two hours passed, but no crow appeared.

Well, this method is undoubtedly stupid.

However, he also expected such a result and prepared other methods.

Standing up, Art turned his head and waved to the two people in the distance: "You two! Can you do me a favor!?"

(End of this chapter)