Cyril slept until he woke up naturally the next day.
He opened his eyes and saw the shabby wooden beams above his head in a daze. Then he suddenly woke up and recalled that he had entered a new world.
Although it deviates from what he imagined, it is the wizarding world that he has always expected.
a new day!
Cyril cheered himself up.
Then he went to the kitchen, looked around, and found only two hard brown loaves.
To be honest, hard can be used as a defensive weapon.
He rummaged through the nooks and crannies of the kitchen in disbelief.
However, only a few bottles of spices were found, a small bag of broken tea leaves, three fruits with wrinkled skins that seemed to have been left for a long time, and a small box of matches that was only half left.
There is a pile of empty wine bottles in the corner of the kitchen.
Now he understood why Cyril needed to go hunting in the Forest of the Misty Moon.
Life is not easy, Cyril sighed.
He stared at these two pieces of brown bread that seemed hard to swallow and questioned his soul:
[Does this thing really not knock teeth out? ]
[Friendship suggests that you use hot water to soften it before you put your mouth down. You can't expect it to taste good. Of course, you can also imagine that you are eating a big meal, and I think that it has the effect of promoting appetite! 】
I can thank you.
Cyril's face twitched, he looked around, but couldn't find the faucet.
[Looks like there is no place to get water? ]
[There is a small stream not far behind this house! 】
At least it's easy to get water... Cyril comforted himself.
He found a clean barrel in the corner of the kitchen, and after walking down the path from the backyard for about five minutes, he did see a small stream.
The water is gurgling, the stream flows through the large and small pebbles, and the green water plants are soaked into the greener.
He stood and squatted by the stream, his face reflected in the clear water.
Cyril was stunned for a moment, using the stream as a mirror, and he finally saw what he looked like now.
The reflection in the water had a thin face and a pointed chin.
The skin is pale, and upon closer inspection, the facial features are very delicate. Half-length, slightly curly black hair hangs down the back of the head, and the hair is dry and lacks nutrition at first glance.
It seems to be very similar to his original appearance.
Cyril was silent for a moment and continued to draw water.
He returned to the kitchen with a bucket full of water and struck a match to light the fire on the stove.
Tongues of flame licked at the tiny dead branches, and after a while, they burst into flames, emitting heat slowly.
He patiently boiled a pot of water, found a reasonably clean bowl, poured hot water into it, and dipped one end of the hard brown bread into the hot water.
Cyril waited for a while, and still struggled a little to break off a piece of slightly fluffy brown bread. He gathered up the courage to take a bite.
It competes with the lowest-grade interstellar nutrient solution that is tasteless and tasteless. No, the nutrient solution is still better, at least it can be eaten, Cyril silently complained.
He called up his body data and looked at the stamina value - the normal black number "6".
Cyril put down the black bread in his hand decisively, picked up the dead rabbit he brought home from the foggy moon forest last night, and walked to the market in the town of Codswood in his memory.
Cyril turned from the secluded path to the avenue in the town, and more and more people gradually appeared in his field of vision.
The town during the day is no longer as quiet as it is at night, but is filled with a simple and leisurely style unique to the countryside.
Someone looked at him, and Cyril was thinking about whether to say hello, and then remembered the cold and cool style of the original body in his memory, so he gave up.
However, as he walked, he suddenly heard an enthusiastic voice behind him:
"Excuse me, man! Please help!"
Cyril turned back and saw a young man with short brown hair struggling to hold two large wooden barrels.
There is also a crumbling wooden frame on the two wooden barrels, and these things the man is holding are about to block his sight.
Cyril picked up the wooden frame with his free hand, a little heavy.
"Thank you."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Cyril's face, he opened his mouth slightly in surprise.
"Hey, Lawrence! It's you! Do you remember me? I'm Sam, Sam Norton!"
The young man was a little surprised. After all, Cyril in the past was not someone who would take care of others, let alone help.
He seemed embarrassed to say that again, and added, "I mean, it was a bit of a surprise, right? You know! Just…"
Sam wanted to scratch his head, but found himself unable to do so, so he gave up.
Cyril gave him a natural smile that made Sam relax.
He continued to say very familiarly: "Hey, I heard from the tavern that you went to the Foggy Moon Forest some time ago?"
Sam glanced at the rabbit in Cyril's other hand, and said with some regret: "It would be nice if it was alive, and it can be sold for a better price!"
Cyril didn't know what to say either. In his previous life, he wasn't keen on socializing, nor was he good at it.
"Next time."
He thought about it and took it.
The boy's voice is clear and crisp, which is very suitable for the warm sunshine of the country morning.
Sam was a little surprised to hear Cyril's reply, but he quickly reacted and rambled:
"I heard from the people in the tavern that Uncle Fitz helped you to talk to old John and let you serve as a waiter in the tavern. But if you can hunt, of course, you can earn more than the waiter. I have to say that old John is a bit too much. I'm stingy, I've been doing it for three years! It's only 100 silver coins a month!"
It cost 100 silver coins a month to serve as a tavern entertainer, Cyril secretly wrote it down, estimating the price in the market in his heart.
Along the way, Sam talked a lot of gossip about the town. Of course, the source was all the truthful expressions of the men in the tavern after drinking and the rumors brought by the businessmen.
It also gave Cyril a better understanding of the entire town's information.
"I have arrived!"
Sam walked to the door of the tavern, put down the two large wooden barrels in his hands, and gasped with a blushing face.
Cyril handed him the wooden frame, Sam smiled and thanked him, and whispered mysteriously close to his ear: "If Fernando who collects prey at the market doesn't come, you can try to send the rabbit to Alan. Uncle's restaurant, he's picking up prey recently."
Cyril raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.
"Thank you," he said in a low voice.
Sam waved his hand and said goodbye.
Cyril continued to walk and walked to the town square, which was the most prosperous place in the whole town.
In the center of the square stands a tall white stone statue of the Goddess of Light.
Not far behind is the only church in the town. It is not big, but it is solemn and elegant. The pointed dome pierces the blue sky.
The Town Hall of Coddswood Township is also nearby.
The stalls surrounding the square are temporary markets, and there are shops selling various items on both sides of the surrounding streets.
Cyril walked slowly to the market.
When he saw that there were all kinds of clothes selling, he couldn't help but stop.
He was still wearing the dirty clothes from yesterday, which made him uncomfortable.
But now he has no spare money to buy new clothes.
He also saw stalls selling all kinds of tools, among them a sharp green jeweled dagger that stood out.
Of course, there are also food stalls. Freshly baked biscuits and bread evoke Cyril's greed in his empty stomach.
So fragrant!
Gotta get rid of this rabbit quickly, he thought to himself.
Cyril hadn't seen any prey stalls at the fair, perhaps as Sam said, no one had arrived yet.
He glanced at the sign of Allen's restaurant on the street next to him, paused, sorted out his clothes, tried to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes, and walked in with his legs raised.
"Welcome, what should I order?"
Uncle Allen, who was sitting in the shop to settle accounts, raised his head when he heard someone coming in.
He is a middle-aged man with a bright forehead, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
When Uncle Allen saw that it was Cyril, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't remember the boy's name with a smile on his face.
Is there this little guy in town
"Mr. Allen, good morning."
Cyril greeted politely, raised the rabbit in his hand, and continued: "I'm here to ask, do you accept prey?"
Mr. Allen glanced at the weight of the rabbit that Cyril was carrying, and said, "Of course, I can give you 5 silver coins without any counter-offer."
Cyril nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, just sell it, and the price is the same as Aunt Maria estimated.
He thoughtfully put the rabbit into the back kitchen, then took five and a half old silver coins from Uncle Allen, thanked him, and walked out.
Cyril originally wanted to deal with the weird little snake together, but he also thought that the alchemy product might be something related to the wizarding world, and it might play a greater role in the future.
Coming out of Ellen's restaurant, Cyril rubbed the silver coin at his fingertips.
The silver coin is about the size of a fingernail, with a thickness of about two millimeters. The head of a woman wearing a crown is engraved on the front (he knows from memory that this is the image of Queen Victoria of the United Nations of Atlantis), and the embossment on the back of the silver coin constitutes " 1" lettering.
He looked at the currency in his hand with some novelty, knowing that after the Interstellar Era, people directly used the virtual currency stored in the optical brain.
But the smell of food wafting from the market quickly interrupted his thoughts.
Cyril went straight to the bread stall he had seen before. The shopkeeper was impressed by his face, smiled kindly, and took a silver coin from Cyril's hand.
1 silver coin is equal to 10 copper coins.
Two pieces of fluffy white bread cost 5 copper coins, and black bread of the same size only needs one copper coin, but considering the rough texture, this is obviously not in Cyril's consideration.
After he had money in his hand, he wouldn't feel wronged, and "luxuriously" spent 3 copper coins for a small bowl of warm goat milk, and 2 copper coins for a small dish of raspberry jam.
Cyril sat on the bench of the bread stand and tasted breakfast slowly. While enjoying the autumn sunshine, he complained in his heart that he was spending a lot of money, and he ate 1 silver coin for a breakfast.
The raspberry jam is sweet and sour, and it has a special taste in the soft white bread.
A light bite of bread and a sip of warm goat's milk is a wonderful combination!
It's so good to have a full stomach with food! Cyril let out a satisfied sigh.
Then he spent 2 silver coins to buy a lot of easy-to-store bread and biscuits.
After all, he still needs to enter the foggy moon forest again, not only because of the few savings he has left, but also because of the meditation and elements mentioned by the system before, he has to slowly figure it out.
***
[Are you sure you must go to that fluorescent grass to help meditation? ]
Cyril walked through the foggy forest with water bags and dry food, while being alert to whether there were any large creatures nearby.
【Yes. There is a place in the foggy forest called fluorescent grass, which is the gathering place of fluorescent grass, and the magnetic field there is wonderful! You meditate there to boost your spiritual power! Do more with less! 】
The system speaks sincerity.
[You don't have to worry about the fluorescent grass at all, after all, I am here, and I will wake you up every time your consciousness reaches the warning line! I promise! 】
Cyril finally arrived at the fluorescent grass mentioned by the system before evening, and he was slightly surprised.
In the systematic description, the fluorescent grass is a dangerous creature, but what appeared in front of Cyril now was a large swaying grass that resembled a dandelion.
He squatted down and looked closely at a fluorescent grass.
The white crested hair on the top of the fluorescent grass formed a small pom-pom, which looked docile and harmless.
The modern electronic screen appeared in front of Cyril, showing the data of the fluorescent grass:
[Name: fluorescent grass
Danger level: 10
Remarks: Lovely and charming executioners, in their territory, only those with firm will can return to the other side of life. 】
This introduction is very spiritual.
After dinner, Cyril meditated according to the method the system said.
He sat cross-legged on the grass, closed his eyes and emptied himself.
Perhaps it was because of the environment that he soon entered a delicate galaxy space, and the magnificent galaxy was huge and shocking.
Imagine yourself as a nebula...
He felt as though he had truly become part of the galaxy, too.
I don't know how long it took, suddenly, a huge, deafening music sounded in Cyril's mind—
【Good luck! Good luck to you! Luck brings joy and love! 】
Cyril quickly opened his eyes.
The author has something to say:
"Good luck! Good luck! Good luck brings joy and love!" From the song "Good Luck".