Please abide by the Basic Law

What can Cecil say? Of course, he is serious about living and accepting education with an open mind. Who told him that he is an impostor and wants to pick on the other party? Isn't that licking a dog and becoming a thief?

"The bed is a bit uncomfortable, I'll find a way to fix it." Cecil said casually.

Weaving mats is quite simple, and the grass blades here are relatively wide and resilient, making it very easy to weave.The simplest one is cross braiding, that is, two grasses are crossed and crossed again, and it can be upgraded a little bit and three or four grasses are crossed and crossed.

You have to ask Cecil why he did this, because he had long hair, why did he wear long hair, because he pretended to be an underground rock drummer for a while, not to mention, it was easy, the problem was that it was too unprofitable, but One girl is accurate at a time, but the kidneys can't stand it. His scumbag sexuality, which swings between men and women, doesn't like men and women, and even men and women don't like it...

Cecil concentrated on weaving the mat. After a while, a mat that was bigger than his face appeared under his hands. Langdon just sat beside him and watched silently. When he recovered, he found that Langdon had also started Made a mat.

The magic elks don't know where to go when they are full. This grassland is their hunting ground for gossip, and they run around and live in nowhere.Luther took the wild children to go to the foot of the Luofeng Mountains to beat the autumn wind to pick up some edibles. In the past, this was a necessary trip. If you don’t go, you will be hungry. Today, it can be called a meal after a meal, which is very comfortable.

There was only Cecil and Langdon left in the kolba, and it was very quiet.

"Is this the method of your hometown?" Langdon looked at the mat and asked casually without raising his head, "I heard from Luther that you prayed to the gods."

Fuck, why do you know everything?

Cecil thought for a while and said, "Well, I summoned a...uh, god." I really don't want to admit that Uncle Traffic Police is a god.

"What's your civilization called?" Langdon asked.

"China." Cecil said helplessly, afraid that Langdon would say something next, why I hadn't heard of it.

Fortunately, Langdon didn't say that: "That's great, a civilization that lasts for thousands of years." His tone was rather emotional, "It should be easy to live under such a civilization, unlike my civilization, which only lasts for more than 500 years. And there aren’t many left now.”

Ok?

Cecil asked curiously, "Aren't we... from the same country?"

Langdon cast a funny look over: "You really forgot a lot."

"I even forgot why there is no fire." Cecil said shyly.

Langdon flipped his fingers and said, "The Gay Knights do not belong to any country or civilization. In a broad sense, we are a civilization with a long and splendid history. We have temples in many countries, and we also respect all of them." The country and civilization recruit knights, this is the characteristic of our regiment."

No wonder four people speak four languages!

Cecil was overjoyed. In this way, each knight is actually from a different civilization, and they don't know each other that well. Great!

"Is this okay?" Cecil asked curiously, "We have different languages ​​and different backgrounds, but we are integrated into another different civilization. Is this also feasible?"

"We have the power of the Holy Light and abide by the will rules of the Knights Order. These are the cornerstones of the concrete." Langdon stopped and raised the mat and said, "How about this?"

When Cecil saw it, he said in his heart, the texture is clear and the surface is smooth, Langdon's weaving is even better than him, so you can sell it now!

"Awesome!" Cecil praised, and began to play tricks on the mat childishly, and finally made up an S and a B.

"The pattern is quite unique." Langdon praised it.

Cecil was beautiful for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that he slept on this mat himself, what would it look like to sleep on it after weaving it like this?

I'm a real fucking SB.

After cursing himself like this, Cecil was still reluctant to spend energy on re-arranging, so he moved the straw from other mud huts to make it thicker, then put the SB mat on it, and lay down on it, ah, again Soft and springy, all good except for the occasional grass tip protruding through the gaps in the matting.

What can I do in winter?

If only there was cotton.

Cecil sighed, knowing that this was wishful thinking, so he stopped looking forward to it.

Langdon's movements were faster than Cecil's. After weaving the mats and making the bed, Langdon couldn't help showing satisfaction.

"Cecil Knight Commander, although I haven't had much contact with you before, your civilization should be great." Langdon said, "As long as things like this are spread well, they will surely create powerful gods."

People in this world are really advanced in their understanding of productivity. It has to be said that different rules have created different worldviews. In the ancient times of the earth, no one would have realized the benefits of these little things.

"Why did your civilization fall?" Suddenly, Langdon asked.

Cecil almost reflexively said such stupid words as "I haven't fallen", but fortunately, he realized it in a flash. Langdon has never heard of such a great civilization, so the only possibility is that it has fallen.

"I don't know." Cecil felt that lying was a tiring job, and he worked hard, "It just... seems to disappear overnight." Thinking of praying to the gods, he quickly added, "It can't be Say no, it should be said, we are gone, left, I can't say it, it's like we changed places."

Langdon thought about it for a moment, and said, "Even if the place is gone, you just need to remember these things. This is luck, and you can play to your heart's content."

Fuck, is there such a good thing?

Cecil's mood immediately brightened, and he looked at the bare mud house, and said, "Actually, I have an idea, I want to renovate the house."

"Renovation?" The word probably doesn't have a corresponding word in this world. Langdon was puzzled, "Is the mud house leaking?"

"No, it's more comfortable and convenient to live in." Cecil glanced at Langdon's expression, "Do you have magic in this area?"

"No, knights will not learn non-essential magic other than survival." Langdon explained thoughtfully, "Non-essential magic is magic such as food, these are called non-essential magic."

Cecil came to the spirit: "Then let's go to the Luofeng Mountains."

Langdon was easy to talk, so the two of them went on the road like this. They went to the puddle to drink water as usual. Cecil suddenly realized that they only need to wait a few days. No need to pray to God.

What the hell!

As long as you sweat a little for a few days in a row, the armpits and the like will turn red. This is the lack of lubrication from the hairs, not to mention how ridiculous it looks without eyebrows. However, the pressure of life here is too much. When he was old, he didn't have the energy to laugh at his appearance.

I arrived at the Luofeng Mountains with regret and depression. I didn't meet Luther and the wild child along the way. I don't know where they went.Cecil took the small dagger, Langdon the broadsword, and the two of them began chopping branches.

The current hardwood fence is too small, and only surrounds one mud house. Cecil envisions enclosing all four mud houses, which is not a small project for their small staff.

"I also want to dig a well." Cecil said while chopping, the mountain is very clean, and the conversation between the two can be heard clearly without shouting, "In this way, you don't have to go so far to get water, and you can take a bath conveniently." Drink water, I want to make a kang if winter comes, I don’t know if there is any suitable mud around here, it would be even better if I can burn bricks.”

From a distance, Langdon said: "Are you going to live here for a long time?"

Cecil: "..."

Why does this product always hit the nail on the head?

Cecil was a little depressed. The answer to this question was either no or no. He hesitated for a while and picked up an ambiguous answer: "I just want to live as well as possible."

Langdon, holding a branch, appeared in front of Cecil: "Then you can specialize in non-essential magic."

"I probably...have no talent for magic." Cecil said cautiously, "I don't know why, but after the magic accident, I couldn't learn magic anymore."

"Magic talent is innate." Langdon said this first, and then remembered something, "However, magical accidents are unpredictable, and the consequences are unpredictable. Let's observe for a while, maybe it will recover. Don't worry."

Facing Langdon's thoughtful comfort, Cecil could only smile.

Cecil carried a small bundle of hardwood, Langdon carried a large bundle, and when they were about to go down the mountain, they vaguely saw a figure shaking.

"Luther?" Cecil called.

A small figure stood up, one of the wild children.

Cecil walked over and asked, "Where's Luther?"

The wild child made a series of strange calls to the depths of the forest. Cecil saw a taller figure standing up in the distance, and walked over.On the way, he suddenly realized why he couldn't understand what the wild children were saying?

"Because what they said is not words." After listening to Cecil's question, Luther said, "These are pure wild children. They have never had the experience of being a national, and their parents died young, so what they said is similar to what they created. A code thing."

"Wait a minute, I thought the magic of translation is based on the speaker's thinking?" At least that's how the parchment scroll explained.

"Yes, but do you think these wild children can think like us?" Luther said.

Cecil looked at the wild children standing quietly not far away, and always felt that something was wrong: "Then let's teach them the language."

Luther looked at Cecil with a strange look: "Is it necessary? Are you going to train them to become citizens or something?"

"It's just for easy communication!" Cecil said angrily, "I can't understand what they are saying now!"

"It's just a few words, you will understand if you pay attention." Luther had a strange expression on his face, "I sometimes say their words, haven't you noticed? They repeat their words, The pronunciation is the same, and there are very few words that can be expressed. During the time I spent with them, I can almost listen and speak, and they can understand some of our simple words."

Cecil: "..."

Almost forgot the language genius per capita in the world.

"What are you doing here?" Cecil changed the subject abruptly.

"Found mushrooms." Luther said bluntly.

Ok?

Cecil suddenly became interested: "Where is where?"

Luther pointed to the tree next to him. Sure enough, rows of mushrooms grew layer upon layer from the root of the tree up to the middle of the tree.

There are already a hundred ways to eat mushrooms in Cecil's mind: "Pick mushrooms?"

Luther said, "No, try mushrooms."

Cecil: "?"

"Some of these things are poisonous, and some are not, so you have to try them." Luther took it for granted, "One person eats one, and the undead can be eaten."

Cecil: "..."