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After explaining what's the use, Langdon always kept his eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children, and said kindly: "It doesn't matter, we will not give up any upright knight, even if you are unable to perform your duties due to a magical accident."

Cecil: "...What is the duty of the Knights?"

Langdon said seriously: "Caring for the world, maintaining peace, upholding justice, protecting the weak..."

It really sounds like that.

"... Let the world be enveloped in the light of same-sex love, serve every king, let them liberate from the love of men and women, and focus on love and justice."

Cecil didn't want to complain anymore, it didn't make any sense, he correctly realized what situation he had fallen into and how weird this world was.

"Go back?" Cecil said, "The trade team has also finished watching."

"When are you going to look for wheat seeds?" asked the leader elk. "Is it far from here? What does it look like? May I go with you?"

"I'll talk about it later." Cecil said casually.

"Okay, remember to let me know." The leader elk nodded in satisfaction, then scurried into the grass and disappeared, "Don't forget."

Realizing that he had made another promise that he would not be able to fulfill but could never forget, Cecil felt extremely tired, and after dragging his heavy steps back to the mud house, he couldn't control so much, and fell headlong on the bed to sleep. past.

This is how life is, once you close your eyes and open them, it will pass as soon as you sleep, and as soon as you close your eyes and cannot open them, a lifetime will pass.

Waking up with his mouth open, Cecil stared at the ceiling as if in a daze—there was no ceiling, just a whole roof of mud—how on earth did magic shape this house?

"There is something you want to see." Langdon said while holding the door, his tall figure blocked the sunlight from the entire doorway, "Mrs. Class found something."

Cecil pulled himself together and walked out of the room. He didn't see Mrs. Krass, but saw Luther yelling at the ground not far away. He took a closer look and found that it was not the ground, but a hole in the ground.

"What's going on here?" Cecil asked.

"This woman, oh, stupid woman, last night, she seemed to have been hurt in her heart, so she was so sad that she had nowhere to vent, so she punched holes all night." Luther said in an aria mixed with a mocking tone, "Look, this is her masterpiece."

Following Luther's finger, Cecil was shocked to find that the perimeter of the fence was full of potholes, ranging from deep to shallow, and the number was astonishing.

"She did it all?" Cecil asked.

"Otherwise?" Luther once again showed that idiotic look, "Who else would go crazy like this besides her?"

At this time, a roar came from the cave: "I smell water vapor!"

"You can't smell the water vapor!" Luther yelled back, "Stupid woman, dig it out!"

"People who don't use their hands are not qualified to eat!"

"I have brains!"

The two scolded and bickered for a long time. After Cecil slowly brushed his teeth, drank water, and did morning exercises, he heard Mrs. Klass' shrill cry: "The tide is high—— "

"That's not high tide, stupid woman!" Luther yelled back.

Cecil was in a very happy mood. The well was only a 3-minute walk away from the mud house, which was very convenient, and the water gushing out from the bottom of the well was not only clean but also sweet, which completely exceeded expectations. It can be said that I was very lucky to reach the groundwater layer.

Don't get me wrong, this kind of well is completely different from the wells shown on TV.

First of all, it's very narrow, Mrs. Class is a slender, petite woman, the mouth of the well is barely enough for her to squeeze in, and the bottom is even smaller. Big guys like Cecil and Langdon can't even fit their shoulders. Just think about it.

Secondly, the walls and mouth of the well are full of mud. There is no such thing as laying bluestone on the head of the well, and the walls of the well are flat and waterproof. Not only that, but a lot of soil even fell into the groundwater layer during the drilling of the well, almost The son blocked the well again, and the water settled for a long time before tasting it.

Even so, Cecil was very satisfied.

"Would you like to expand the fence a bit, and move it a dozen meters to enclose the well." Luther said, "We now have Langdon's sword and dagger, which can cut hardwood."

Cecil said angrily, "Can't you let me take a breath?"

Things never get done, does Cecil care?No, but there is still work to be done.

Taking Langdon's great sword and Langdon himself, Cecil set out for the Fallen Mountains, accompanied by two pickers, wild children, a handyman Luther, volunteered to lead the way, Klass, Till and a wild The kids stayed home, maintained the campfire and leveled the new well.

"You just want to escape back to Ebo?" Luther sneered.

"What's wrong with wanting to go back to your homeland?" Klass, who hadn't slept all night, was disheveled and bloodshot, but she was full of fighting power and gave full play to the resilience of her mother who was tortured by children. "If it were you, you wouldn't want to go back. ?"

"No." Luther puffed up his chest, "I like being a savage."

Cecil remembered that Luther said that his civilization was dead, and he was the last gravekeeper. However, seeing how he was dying, it was hard to say much.

Besides, Cecil and Luther, one counts as one, Klass should kneel on the ground and beg them not to die if he punches down.

The avenue left by the Ebo trade team was very obvious on the grassland and could be used as a road sign, and they quickly reached the foot of the mountain.The wild children went to pick up flammable branches to see if there was anything that could be stuffed into their mouths. Cecil made a rule for them to show him anything that looked edible, and make sure that it could not be planted before eating.

Langdon swung his big sword and started chopping hardwood without saying a word. Hearing the sound of clang, Cecil thought he was back in the metalworking factory, which reminded him of another trouble: the lack of ordinary wood products.

It is true that burnt hardwood is a very suitable material for making various conductive and temperature-conducting tools, but hardwood is difficult to process, and even the thickest hardwood stump is only as big as a pot, and they lack adhesives. I can't think of any way to glue the splicing parts together.

Among other things, if there is a suitable adhesive, what Cecil wants to do most now is the kind of skateboard with handrails, so that the short distance will be much easier, and the bicycle is too complicated.

When Cecil described the idea to Luther, he heard this reply: "Have you noticed that the yak trade team uses wooden wheels wrapped in yak hide?"

"I noticed." Cecil said inexplicably, "Why?"

"So they need yaks to open the way so that the wheels can go."

"Oh--"

Cecil covered his face, Nima, he forgot that there is still a road, he tried hard to think of a solution - no solution.

There is a lack of gravel and adhesives, let alone cement. After much deliberation, the most practical solution other than using unrealistic magic is to compact the soil just like Ebo.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice!

Feeling emotional in his heart, Cecil looked around and suddenly found something: "Where did Mrs. Class go?"

"Run back to the country." Luther had a look of surprise, "I'm just a spoiled child who thought that life in the wild could be handled, but after I really ran out, I realized that the wild is not a place suitable for drinking tea."

Cecil was silent for a while, and said: "I don't think her life can be called spoiled?"

Klass described her daily life, getting up before dawn to mow the grass, putting it on a two-wheeler, and dragging it back to the city by manpower, and transporting it non-stop every day until the sun sets to barely maintain the family's expenses, while her husband works on a large farm As a helper, the income is just enough to afford the children's elementary magic lessons.

The so-called primary magic tutorial is: translation magic.

A commoner family like her would not send their children to continue their studies in magic. They would either learn a craft or find a job.A small number of exceptionally gifted kids would get large scholarships to continue their studies of magic, but that sort of thing was basically inspirational chicken soup, at least Klass had never seen it happen.

"Look at her development, she actually has breasts!" Luther retorted loudly, "A commoner woman who can develop normal breasts like a woman is already spoiled! Her child is breast milk Feeding is still sufficient! My God!"

Cecil: "I don't think she should just run away, after all, her child is still at home."

Luther had a look of incomprehension, and spread his hands: "It's just a child, what's the pity?"

Cecil: "..."

I don't quite understand the hardcore way of life of your local aborigines.

That being said, Cecil didn't have the slightest intention of looking for Mrs. Class, after all, she couldn't take care of herself, and besides, it wouldn't make any sense if Mrs. Class wanted to come back by force.

Langdon had already cut down a bunch of branches. Cecil and Luther were busy tying up the branches with straw ropes for easy transportation. There were no animals or vehicles here, and it was all relying on manpower.When they were almost done, the wild children came back with a lot of grass.

This is the task Cecil issued: pick up any green, soft plant that you have ever seen.

The wild child seems to have a talent, he can't get lost in the dense forest, Cecil has also tried it, the exact same tree and the canopy without the sun made him completely lost his way, if Luther hadn't found it, he would have sacrificed There's no other way than to do something to summon a god.

For the harvest of the wild children, Cecil didn't have much expectation.

Unrecognized ferns, unknown ferns, unknown wormwood, plants that can't even be distinguished, roots of plants that look disgusting like earthworms, and dried shit... huh?