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The work of erecting the fence is boring and mechanical. It is a heavy manual labor. The two adults and three children have been busy all day and in the middle of the night. Looking at the intact fence under the moonlight, Cecil couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The desire for a better life is indeed the biggest motivation. However, they are too tired to continue working, so they have to go to the "bed" to sleep. In such a tired situation, he has no time to care about the rough straw and the blunt "bed board" up.

The next day, the sun had just risen in the sky, and Cecil was woken up from a sweet dream. Luther yelled: "Get a fire! Make a fire! Get up, we're going to have a fire!"

"I'm fucking angry right now!" Cecil reflexively said a few words, and seeing Luther's bewildered expression, he sighed, took out the last interpretation stone beside the bed and rubbed it. Shuttled it for a while, and put it back reluctantly.

Forget it, let's work hard, what are you talking about...

Cecil is not a person who is clumsy with words, and he doesn't like meaningless insults. He has done so many jobs, and he can always get mixed up with his colleagues quickly. This personality is also a small advantage. .

The sun is not very strong. This place is originally a plateau area. If it weren’t for that ghostly place in Ebo that exhausts air-conditioning exhaust endlessly in winter and summer, the temperature in this grassland should be average throughout the year. It’s not too cold in summer and not too hot in winter. The ultraviolet rays are too abundant, and both Luther and the Sanye children are as black as carbon, and they look like residents of the plateau area at a glance.

Cecil hasn't seen what he looks like, and there's no mirror in this hellish place, but judging by the color of their arms and the look of the dead comrades, they obviously have some way of maintaining their color, or they've been here for months, It's time for a charcoal tan—no, it should be a brown tan. Caucasians only get skin cancer, and the whole body is red, tom, and peeling.

Drilling wood to make fire sounds very simple. Most people imagine that it is enough to rub a stick against another piece of wood, but it still takes a little trick to succeed.

Peel off the bark of the wood and dry it in the sun. There are requirements for the tree species, but there are no such perfect conditions in the wild. What is the use?At this time, the hardwood in Cecil's hands was naturally air-dried, so brittle that it would break when drilled. Fortunately, there were still some branches that were neither hard nor soft among the branches picked up by the wild children, and they did not know where they picked them up. I can't help but think that these trees can be broken down without magic, which will save a lot of trouble.

He cleaned up the two pieces of wood, tried them out, and they felt good. He picked up some hardwood twigs and dead leaves to form a small combustible pile, and picked a piece of hardwood with a sharp fracture surface on the base. A hole was drilled into the wood.

Cecil weighed the sharp hardwood in his hand, and said to Luther, "Don't tell me, this thing can really be used as a weapon."

Although Luther couldn't understand what Cecil said, he understood a thing or two by watching the movements, so he waved the branch in his hand and said, "Of course, otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with this branch with so much effort? Magic is the same. Very precious."

Cecil made a few perfunctory sentences, squatted down and began to rub the wooden sticks. This work is too boring, the speed must be kept at a constant speed, not too forceful and not drilling. With such a mechanical movement, he began to wander as soon as he drilled. beyond the sky.

Speaking of which, since living here relies on magic for everything, why did the original Cecil use magic to grow these green plants?It is enough to make magic bread directly, why bother?And clothes, where's Cecil's gorgeous uniform?The comrades' fine clothes naturally disappeared with Guota Town, so what about his suit?He is still a captain after all, why is the captain dressed so poorly?

Most importantly, why did the Gay Knights send the four of them to this place where birds don't lay eggs?As Luther said, there are no important resources here. What is the purpose of coming here?Could it be that they are an exiled minority?It seems to make sense, after all, these four are actually "sexual enemies" who have mixed into the homosexuals.

Oh, I'm so hungry...

Cecil looked up at the sky with an idiot expression on his face, until Luther's series of cursing brought him back to his senses, and he looked down, not to mention the kindling, the whole log was on fire!

What the hell!

Cecil jumped up, his sackcloth was flammable, and he frantically took off his clothes and threw them into the kolba. He laughed at the bright and dancing flames.

"Fire—" Cecil shook his fist fiercely, "We're on fire!"

Luther was also smiling, with a helpless attitude. He rubbed his hands for a while while pacing back and forth, and kept sighing: "Fire! We have a fire! Ah, how long has it been since I saw this warm thing?" !The gods of mankind, Vulcan, please heed my prayer!"

Cecil knew that Vulcan was a purely neutral god and would not fall to any civilization, but even he couldn't help praying to the old Vulcan at this moment. After all, fire represents a comfortable life—although There is still a long, long way to go.

Carefully cover the fire with inflammable materials, and keep opening a little gap to keep the air circulating so that the fire will not go out. This technique requires a little patience.When the fire stabilized, Cecil began to think about what to eat today. The magic bread was gone. Although it seemed that people would not be able to die if they were hungry for a whole day, to describe his thoughts at this moment in one sentence: a bird faded out of his mouth!

Ah, fat, fat, muscle, Cecil can almost imagine the aroma of these things when they come into contact with fire. The purines released after the fat is heated will increase his saliva and hyperacidity in his stomach.

Just thinking about it for a while, Cecil couldn't help swallowing.

"&*%#!"

This voice came from outside the house. After these two days of communication, Cecil could tell that it was the "Master Knight" in the language of the wild folk children. Luther didn't understand the language of these children, so he didn't know where they came from. Yes, although they have lived with each other for more than a year, they have no intention of learning each other's language.In this world, learning each other's language has a special meaning. For example, between lovers, it represents some of the most noble expressions of love, even more intense than martyrdom. It means completely giving up on yourself. After all, in this world, giving up It is a great risk that one's own civilization will be reduced to the plight of wild people.

Cecil walked out after hearing the sound, and at a glance, he saw that the flames had engulfed the little vegetable field left by Cecil, swept the weeds, and were spreading towards the fence.

FUCKING-!

Cecil let out a groundhog scream and danced like an electric shock for a long time, with a hundred thoughts in his mind: It would be too late to run to the puddle to get water, and the fire would probably burn the mud house down when he came back, and use the mulch Certainly not, there is no non-flammable covering at all!

Then the only way left is sand, no sand, mud!

Cecil put his hands into the mud, picked up a scoop of soil and put it on the fire. However, the frequency of his holding up the soil could not keep up with the fire. After a while, the fire burned the hardwood fence and ignited the thick Prairie, after... went out.

Cecil watched as the hardwood fence burned into a ring of fire. Fortunately, his mud hut and its surroundings were open spaces, and the little green plants were scattered here and there, and it wouldn't be a climate, otherwise he would be overwhelmed by the smoke by now up.

The fence burned down quickly. After all, it was such a small place, and no sparks spread beyond the fence. The fire seemed to be extinguished by an invisible force.

This is the power of the "country". Only within the walls can there be fire, even if the walls are only a little bit bigger.

Cecil witnessed the rules of this world with his own eyes for the first time, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After a while, Luther came back, and immediately let out the same groundhog scream: "Where's the fire?!"

Cecil said angrily: "Shouldn't you take care of the fence first?"

Luther obviously didn't understand, and kept saying: "Where's the fire?! Where did the fire go? What happened?"

Cecil ran into the kolba and brought out the last Interpreter Stone, calling out, "The fire is burning down the fence, and all you care about is the fire?"

"Hardwood is not afraid of fire!" Luther yelled frantically, "What are you thinking? Why is the fire gone?"

Cecil was taken aback: "Hard wood is not afraid of fire?"

"Of course!" Luther shouted like a famous painting, "The more you burn, the harder it gets, why don't you even know this?!"

Cecil moved closer to the fence and felt it. Sure enough, although the hardwood had turned black, it was as hard as metal to the touch, but the straw ropes were all burnt, and the weak places fell down when pushed.

Fortunately, fortunately, as long as the fence is still there, it will be fine.

It took half a day to re-fix the fence, and when he went to the Luofeng Mountains to pick up firewood, he passed by the puddle to drink water. When Cecil was shaking his clothes like a torn sack, he began to think about a question: How can we eat meat?

When there is fire, the next thing is to have a lot of meat, isn't this a matter of course?

With the translation stone still working, Cecil asked, "Where can I catch animals to eat?"

Luther shrugged: "I don't know."

"Have you never eaten meat after living here for more than a year?" Cecil asked incomprehensibly, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"If you spend so much effort, you may not be able to catch meat. It's better to use magic to make bread and eat it, which saves worry and effort." Luther said, "Hunting is too strenuous."

Cecil said angrily: "Then why don't you use magic to conjure meat to eat?"

"Will it stay the same if I can transform it?" Luther said confidently.

"..."

Ok.

Cecil had some headaches. He was standing in the wilderness with his bare butt shaking his wet sackcloth. His head was full of all kinds of meat. When he realized that something was moving in the corner of his eyes, the cute magic elk had already crawled out of the grass and bowed his head. Drank water at a puddle.