Please abide by the Basic Law

Cecil originally imagined that five people, with only him and Luther as the main labor force, could move the hardwood in about one day, or at most two days.He found two pieces of magic bread from the mud hut, and his stomach has adapted to the dirty puddles, which can almost allow him to survive these two days of heavy physical labor, and he must find a way to get food for the rest of the day.

"Although we have a good relationship, I'm sorry I can't do it if I want to share with you the magic bread I make every day." Luther said ruthlessly, "I think you should understand that this is not a long-term solution."

From "Mr. Knight" to "Mr. Knight", no matter how the friendship is improved, Cecil understands Luther's idea that food is life, and when there are only so many "life", he asks Luther to take the magic bread Letting it out is tantamount to killing someone else, it doesn't make sense.

However, there was one thing he didn't understand.

"What do these children eat?" Last night, the effect of the Interpretation Stone continued in the middle of the night, which made the early morning transportation less boring. Cecil could chat with Luther while walking, "I haven't seen them eat for two days. ah."

"Children eat less." Luther said indifferently, "If you are really hungry, you can find fruits to eat, and if you are too thirsty, you can eat grass."

Cecil waited for a long time and said in surprise, "It's gone?"

"It's gone." Luther also said strangely, "Why? You don't think that the children of wild people can still eat delicious food and drink spicy food?"

"No... how do you grow up with just such a little thing?" Cecil said puzzledly, "It's not nutritious enough."

Luther's eyes were full of sarcasm: "Nutrition? Sir Knight, you don't think this is still in the city, do you?"

Well, well, another angle, Guanghan!

After the name was brought up again, Cecil felt in a trance that a long time had passed, but in fact it was only two or three days.On the first day he came, all his comrades were wiped out, on the second day he learned the cruel truth of the world, and on the third day he started working as a porter.

What a pleasant journey through life!

The hardwood grows very freely, and the direction of the branches is like a twist. Cecil is carrying it wheezingly. The three wild folk children each drag a small one, and they are moving slowly on the grass. Very comfortable.

Cecil was well aware of the crisis behind this comfort, and asked, "Can't you eat meat?"

"Where did you get the meat?" Luther asked back.

"Is there any beast here?" Cecil said, "I've seen the magic elk, so there must be other animals?"

"It's edible." Luther finally gave a positive opinion. "The problem is how you kill them. They are very intelligent."

"I'm not talking about eating that elk." Cecil retorted subconsciously, eating a life that could shout "help" to himself was still a bit awkward, he didn't want to do it, "I mean nothing else, a simple animal? "

Luther was carrying the hard wood, but he was not out of breath. Hearing this, he glanced at Cecil and said, "Why, don't you want to eat magic elk?"

Cecil was stunned: "Let's forget it, that thing can talk to me... Could it be that there are many animals that can talk?"

"That's not true. It should be said that many animals can't reach the level of intelligence of magic elk, but compared to other simple animals, magic elk is easier to catch. As long as you have unparalleled gossip, they can't help but talk to you." Come on, even if they know it is dangerous, this is their weakness. Animals are not like this. The animals in this grassland are not only strong but also very vigilant. As long as there is something wrong, even if it is a strange smell, they will quickly flee or attack You, this is not a fun thing, so, you would rather hunt more dangerous animals, even if you starve to death, you are not willing to eat magic elk?"

Cecil paused for a while before he could speak, and then said, "No, forget it, I don't want to eat magic elk."

Luther snorted, and then said, "Master Cavalier's moral standard is at least above that of human beings."

Cecil twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking: What will happen to those under that man?

"I'm very hungry, everything will change." Luther said meaningfully, and then changed the topic, "There are indeed animals in this grassland, although they are a little stronger, but at least they can be eaten. I will go there when I have spare energy. Capture a few, but I rarely have the energy to spare, just being alive is exhausting."

At this time, several people had completed the first delivery, and returned to the mud house with four hardwoods on their shoulders.After a brief discussion, Cecil decided to build a fence near the kolba, at least there was a house ready to keep out the wind and rain.Luther didn't object to his question "Why didn't you build a house near a puddle?" He just told him, "The house you live in is made by magic, not by hand."

Cecil instantly gave up the idea of ​​changing houses, let's talk about it later, at least when he can make bricks.

The fence is very simple. Put the wood vertically into the ground deep enough to ensure that it does not shake, and then use a rope to build it horizontally, and a very simple fence is formed.The hardwood is hard enough that two or three strong men can't break in as long as the foundation is solid.

"They can turn in, and your fence won't be very high." Luther said slowly.

"You're annoying, let's talk about it when you get angry." Cecil really wanted to shut Luther's mouth, but there was no way, it was too boring to be alone, and there were other things to do, "Didn't you agree to teach Luther?" Do I interpret magic?"

That's right, inspired by the traffic police uncle, Luther finally showed mercy and decided to teach Cecil to interpret magic.According to him, after thousands of years of reformation—the interpreter of course has a special god, a neutral god, who is very powerful because it has been around for a long time—the continuous improvement of several masters has made him very approachable, the number one among all magic apprentices. The first magic is interpreting magic. Not only magic, but also holy light, knights, priests, warlocks and other fields have similar interpreting power. It is not an exaggeration to say that interpreting is the number one god in this world.

Luther didn't hesitate, and said with a teacher's attitude: "To learn interpreting magic well, first of all, we must know what is ￥%&*, you may have heard of @#￥&, but that is @￥# *&￥, you can learn #@&& from #@￥, but that can only lead you into the wrong path, the most important thing is &^*$, so you can understand?"

I understand what a joke!

Cecil is about to collapse, and this Nima can experience the feeling of doing English reading comprehension after traveling to another world, which is really dumbfounding.

"Is my translation magic still working?" Cecil asked suspiciously.

"It's working, I can understand it." Luther seemed to be very well-informed, and immediately guessed the reason, "You don't understand some terms I said?"

"Yes!" Cecil said helplessly, "It's just those words I don't understand."

"That means there is no corresponding vocabulary in your mother tongue." Luther said, "It's really rare. What I'm talking about is some very basic magic knowledge. Doesn't anyone in your civilization learn magic?"

Cecil really wanted to answer "yes", but he couldn't say it anyway, so he could only say pitifully: "Then can I still learn the magic of interpreting?"

"You can ask someone to maintain an interpreter magic for your body." Luther said, "This is the most convenient and direct way."

"Let me guess, this constant must be expensive?"

"As long as you know."

Cecil sighed and moved the wood silently. The five of them moved the wood back to the mud house slowly like ants moving their house. By the way, they went to the mountain to find a few dry dead branches and leaves. Once these hardwoods withered, their hardness would drop significantly. At the same time, it is unbearable to support, and it will break into several pieces when touched. Although it can’t be used as a fence, it is suitable for starting a fire. The grass in the grassland is alive and full of water. With this kind of grass, there is no fire. There must be a kindling Things will do.

The wild children were thin and flexible, and they quickly collected many dead branches and leaves.

On the way back, Cecil looked at the highland barley again. Luther said that it was the end of August, and if it was the lunar calendar, the highland barley would be ripe soon. There is no such thing as two crops and three crops a year for these wild wheat. It grows slowly and has a lot of empty husks. It is not easy to just produce granules. In addition, birds peck at animals and eat them. In the end, there is not much left. He has to stare at them all day long when there is a tendency to chlorosis. , so as not to cheap birds and beasts.

Compared with humans, beasts have a better idea of ​​what can be eaten in the wild, and they come as soon as they are cooked.

After returning to the mud hut, several people began to dig a hole. This time, they finally did not use their hands. They could use some hardwoods of suitable shape, and the progress was naturally much faster.Cecil looked at the little green shoots planted in front of the house, and asked a little strangely: "Why didn't I build a fence when I was magic?"

"What are you talking about?" Luther's voice came, "The interpreter stone has failed."

When Cecil heard this, he immediately spat out the stone in his mouth. Although it had been washed, the water itself was not clean, and the washed stone was not much better. When it was eaten, it smelled like earth, and he couldn't help it.

Alas, it became impossible to communicate again.

The work of building the fence was boring, but Cecil worked hard with his longing for a better life. However, the progress of the project was completely beyond his expectations, and the depth of the hole that could keep the hardwood from shaking was beyond his expectations. He and The two adults Luther dug and kicked, but only erected a dozen branches in the afternoon. In the end, he decided to narrow the scope and erected a fence almost close to the mud house.

There is certainly no adhesive to fix the branches vertically and vertically, and Cecil can do the tenon and tenon, but the hardwood can't be carved at all, and even if he could carve it, he didn't have tools--savages are suffering--he had to start smoothing the grass.

The fresh broad-leaf grass is full of bitter juice, but the dead grass has a certain degree of toughness. He first made a simple cross weave, and then covered the other section with the braided grass rope to form a certain strength.

Luther and the wild child were learning on the side. It was a simple weaving method, and they quickly got started. The only problem was that there was not enough dry grass.

Seeing the decent straw rope appearing from Luther's hands, Cecil couldn't help sighing: Primitive society really forced everyone to be a handmade emperor!