For a fourteen-year-old teenager, surviving alone in the vast Black Forest is a very difficult, and it should even be said to be a very dangerous thing. But for a Ring Mage, it's a whole different story. What's more, the one-ring mage always has some knowledge called "survival in the wild" in his brain from time to time. This knowledge was very useful for this teenager who had only aristocratic life and fun in his mind.

For example, not all mushrooms can be eaten, and there may be very delicious mushrooms hidden under the thick pine needles near the pine trees. For example, how to weave these branches very completely. Of course, it is also important not to let your food develop attractive aromas, which in addition to satisfying yourself, often mean that other dangerous large animals will be invited.

So, it's best to kill a small animal and roast it before the sun has completely set, and once you've done that, the first thing to do is not to lie on the thick fallen leaves and look up at the starry sky and feel how full the day is, but to shrink into your nest as soon as possible, and then close the opening and eat the bland, tasteless roast meat and mushrooms in the hut.

Compared to Granny Garza's food, the grouse caught by the stream is as hard to chew and swallow as wood, and the mushrooms without oil can be called delicious, but when you actually eat them, you will realize how subjective those impressions are in your mind. Fortunately, little Fryman still had two warm grouse eggs in his arms, which had been roasted under the soil of the fire for some time, probably not fully cooked, but the nutrients were fully preserved.

Crack the eggs. Little Fryman threw his neck up and swallowed the two fishy things. Then quietly open the entrance of his own small grass house. Leave the eggshell far away. The feeding area should be separated from the resting area as much as possible to avoid unnecessary animals from accidentally intruding into the resting area.

This truth also comes from the strange mind of little Freiman, he doesn't know how his brain can know so many things, but this kind of thing seems to be born in his mind, and today he just accidentally opened the door to know this knowledge. In short, little Fryman can be sure that this knowledge will not do him any harm, and he can use it boldly and with confidence.

The night in the Black Forest is silent and noisy at the same time. The night owl cooed in an unknown place, and the occasional wolf howl in the distance seemed to provoke layers of pine needles. The rustling of snakes or rats on the ground, accompanied by the crunching of the tall fir trees swaying in the night wind, mingled with a constant message to the outside world, one that was alive and dangerous at the same time.

Lying on the leaves of the fir trees, the waxy leaves occasionally rattled under little Fryman's body, and the short, hard-shelled leaves were roasted for a while, and then they softened and stacked on top of each other in small huts made of branches of pine and fir trees. It can effectively block those cold winds. Of course, these waxy leaves also emit some unpleasant smells when burned. It's a great way to keep snakes and insects away.

Little Fryman stared blankly at the top of the dark shack, which was also covered with layers of leaves, and it wouldn't be as warm and cozy tonight as he used to sleep in Garza's cabin, but it shouldn't be too cold.

He had suffered a certain amount when he left Galvin, but at that time the Rose Lord's guards protected him, and then he passed out soon after killing the Callado, and when he woke up, he was already in Granny Galsa's cabin. So frankly, he didn't really spend the night alone in the wild.

And now, having lost Granny Garza's cottage and Galsa not around, little Fryman can't sleep. Although my mood fluctuated today, and then I was busy with my livelihood in the afternoon, my body was already extremely tired. But he couldn't let himself fall asleep under any circumstances, and as soon as he closed his eyes, all sorts of chaotic things hit him, and he had to open his eyes again in a daze.

Slightly sympathetic, the bracket made of twigs rattled with the leaves, and at first little Fryman wondered if such a bracket would keep him safe, but he quickly relieved this fear. His body was not heavy enough to sleep in such a branch, and if he was careful, he would not let himself roll down.

"Granny Garza is gone, what should I do?"

Little Fryman looked ahead in the dark, and every now and then something strange came to his mind, and then all gave way to the problem at hand.

Gartha has said that mages need to live seriously in order to have more basic circles. In other words, once all the basic circles have been learned, what the mage needs is to gradually learn to master these circles. As for whether Garza is still around, it doesn't really matter. In fact, as Garza said, little Fryman needs to go through all sorts of things in order to better learn to master these circles, and if Garza is still there to shield him from the wind and rain at this time, it will hinder his progress.

This feeling is like a small bird that has been expelled by a big bird, and its future growth can only be borne by itself.

"Now, I need to live seriously, what is life?"

Little Fryman frowned and asked, no one could answer the question. After being quiet for a while, little Flemann reached out and touched the leaves surrounding him, frowned slightly, and said, "Life is probably living, right?" ”

His answer was a little uncertain, but it didn't matter, new questions had already popped up. That is, what should he do in the future? Staying in the Black Forest? Or is it to get out of here and go somewhere else?

"I'm going back to Rose."

Fleman Jr. eventually made this decision.

Whether it's avenging his father, or regaining control of his own destiny, returning to the Rose Collar is the best choice.

He is now a one-ring mage, no longer the swinger who couldn't even protect himself, and now is the best opportunity for Shijie to re-understand himself, and at the same time to re-acquaint himself with this Shijie.

Thinking of this, little Fryman took out a delicate necklace from his linen collar, and the necklace was a delicate metal box, and in the box, there was a mark of a rose collar. Other than that, he couldn't find anything to prove his identity.

"I used to be scared of those guys, but now it's different."

Little Fryman muttered, and he decided that this time he must go back in a beautiful and noisy manner. In his mind, there was a vague feeling that the more cautious he was, the more dangerous it would be to go back. Because once the enemy finds out his figure, he will kill himself silently, and no one will know anyway. On the contrary, if he went back with great fanfare, those enemies would at least not dare to hunt him down from the front, after all, it was a very taboo thing to hunt down a nobleman.

The life and death between the nobles has always been carried out in secret. Duval died in an "accident", but not in murder. There is a big difference between the two, if you want to live more safely, then go back arrogantly. When the time comes, his enemies can only let him have an "accident", but a blatant assassination like Carrado's will disappear immediately.

Thinking of this, little Fryman let out a long breath, turned over his body among the crunching leaves, and slowly fell asleep.

"Your level has been raised"

"You ......"

Some words broke into his dreams intermittently, and those words were definitely not Germanic, but strange square-like words. But little Fryman was able to recognize these words, and looking at those words, there seemed to be some waves in his mind, but this kind of waves made him unable to explain clearly. In the midst of such confusion, little Fryman suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the hut, the cuckoo could be faintly heard, and there were other small birds singing. Obviously, before you know it, it's early in the morning. Little Fryman loosened his body and was tired from curling, his shoulders and knees made him feel numb from the cold, although there was no wind in the shack, but it was definitely not warm, fortunately, there was no need to stay in this shack today, little Fryman was ready to speed up a little, and go to the town thirty miles away today.

Before that, he had been with Granny Garza a few times, and the food was bought there. At that time, Granny Garza would have little Fleman put on a woman's hooded cloak, so he never showed his face in front of the people in the town. According to Granny Garza's opinion, this was mainly done to prevent the Assassins who were unsuccessfully pursuing Fryman Jr.

"If it weren't for the castle, there would be very few missionaries in those towns and villages, and it would be safer for magicians."

This was what Granny Garza had said, and little Fryman remembered that he had asked the reason for it.

"The missionaries and knights of the Church are busy with the Atonement, and the poor little village is no longer in their sight."

This was Granny Garza's answer, who seemed to be looking out the window at the sun and muttering something that little Fryman didn't understand. The brown-haired boy vaguely heard the phrases "Sylvester II, Satan, Heaven, Legend", but the combination of these phrases was not something he could understand.

However, he had the impression that Galvin had said the same inexplicable thing to him before, what heavenly bell rang, the legend returned to the world, but it belonged to Galvin and their legend had disappeared without a trace, and the continent in the sky would never be able to return. (To be continued......)