Cyril recalled the old dagger he had seen in the second-hand shop on Crescent Street.
Should have bought it.
There was a hint of annoyance in Cyril's eyes, he was not sure he could deal with them.
Nothing else on the body is too important.
Mainly the tapestry of spells and magical runes, something that must not be taken away.
Cyril's face was ruthless, and he planned an escape route in his heart.
Suddenly, the little snake in his breast pocket began to wriggle again.
The little snake slowly stuck its head out.
Immediately afterwards, the snake body flexibly wrapped around Cyril's shoulders, and a pair of eyes as bright as blood dripping stared straight at the person in front of him.
The three boys on the opposite side were caught off guard and froze when they saw the snake.
The aristocratic young masters in their impressions would keep those large hounds that look domineering and fierce in captivity.
Aristocratic ladies love snow-white kittens with soft fur, but few people keep snakes, and it is a snake that looks a little weird.
The dark green snake wrapped around Cyril's shoulders, and the dark silver lines on the snake's body suddenly brightened. In the dark and dilapidated streets and alleys that seemed to be covered with gray, with Cyril's pale and thin cheeks, it was inexplicably terrifying. fairy tale meaning.
After the boys who were about to step forward looked at Xiao Snake's bright red eyes, for some reason, they felt a sudden dizziness, as if the entire space was shaking violently.
Cyril has been paying attention to the confrontation in front of him, and he is keenly aware of the sloppy eyes of these boys. No matter what the reason is, he runs away.
The cold autumn wind blew on Cyril's pale cheeks with a damp and gloomy breath, and the cold wind drilled straight into his nose, which was very uncomfortable.
But he didn't dare to stop easily.
His current body is too thin and his physical strength is not good.
Cyril used his willpower to support himself to run forward desperately.
Run, don't stop.
It wasn't until he struggled to run out several streets that he couldn't move his legs any longer, and then he stopped and looked back out of breath.
No one was chasing after him.
His face was flushed, sweat dripped from his forehead, his chest was stuffy, and his legs were weak and heavy.
Cyril leaned his back against the wall, raised his head and pressed the back of his head against the wall, trying to calm his breathing.
Little Snake did not know when it had returned to his chest pocket.
After going back, you still have to step up time to meditate, work hard to improve your spiritual power to absorb elements, and then learn the spells and magic runes on the old tapestry as soon as possible, and then find a way to find a way to enter the wizarding world!
The feeling of not having enough strength to protect yourself is too bad.
He realizes that this is not a very safe society, the history is vague, the power of wizards and knights is intertwined, the huge gap between class and rich and poor...
Cyril sighed.
After the violent aura was over, Cyril walked towards Crescent Street under the navigation of the system.
Once again, seeing the beautiful, tidy and well-ordered streets of Crescent Street, he had a lot of thoughts.
Just two hours, really exciting.
Looking at the amount of silver left in the cloth bag, Cyril felt that he could not treat himself badly. After all, he would have a stable source of income after all.
There are many plants in the misty moon forest, and the trader Donald can also directly sell it for himself.
Along Crescent Street, he tasted cheesecake and cherry cheese at a bakery with an enticing aroma, and he quickly fell in love with these delicious little desserts.
What kind of anti-human invention is the nutrient solution of the interstellar age!
Cyril sighed again.
The sweet cake is surprisingly soft, the moist and mellow cheese melts on the tip of the tongue, and the happiness brought by the sweetness takes away all the troubles.
The sweet cherry juice splashed in the mouth, and the sweetness was immersed in the heart.
Cyril had the cake in his mouth, his big almond eyes narrowed happily, and he licked his lips reluctantly after he finished eating.
The little cakes are awesome!
He bought several other cakes, and planned to keep half for himself to eat later, and the other half for Aunt Maria to thank them for their previous care.
At 3:50, Cyril walked out of the bakery to the Crescent Street entrance where he got off.
At this point Donald's carriage was parked nearby.
Cyril greeted the coachman and got into the coach.
Donald carefully held the pocket watch in one hand, and looked at Cyril with a little surprise.
The two whiskers on the thick lips quivered as his lips opened and closed: "Yes, on time! It seems that you have achieved a lot."
Cyril nodded, took out the 10 silver coins he had prepared in the bakery from his pocket and handed it to Donald, and said, "This is the fare for this time, thank you!"
Donald glanced at him with his small eyes, and knew what he knew. He put away his pocket watch, reached out to take the silver coins, and asked casually, "Do you need me to sell those herbs for you later? I'll give you a very favorable ratio, eight Second, no more."
Cyril nodded.
"Steve's Pharmacy, sorry. I'll deliver the goods to you next Saturday morning."
He has learned the price of these plants, whether it is resold by the consignor, and he can concentrate on meditation in the foggy moon forest.
Donald's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic. He rubbed his hands, and from the pile of goods on the side that he was going to bring back to the town of Codswood for sale, he found two bottles of drinks in ordinary glass bottles, and threw a bottle. to Cyril.
"Old fruit wine, the children's favorite drink in the town."
Donald unplugged the cork himself, took a sip, and said, "What a nostalgic taste. The same taste as thirty years ago."
Cyril originally wanted to say that he was no longer a child, but his eyes were suddenly drawn to something outside the car window.
At this time, the carriage had driven to a very wide road, and three steam carriages were heading in the other direction.
The horses were draped in ornaments embroidered with family crests on their backs, the ornate and intricate patterns dazzled, and the brass gears were clean and shiny.
The man who drove the carriage wore a neat uniform and looked proud.
"That is the carriage of the mansion of the Earl of Abraham."
Donald followed Cyril's line of sight and murmured when he saw the three steam carriages.
There was an envious look on his face.
"I heard that the mansion of the Earl of Abraham is very beautiful! It's splendid! If he can be received by the Earl..."
Donald sighed softly.
Until the figures of those steam carriages could no longer be seen, Cyril withdrew his gaze and looked calm.
He also unplugged the cork and took a sip of fruit wine.
It was sour at the beginning, but after the strength passed, it was a little sweet, and there was no taste.
They made it back to the town of Codswood without a hitch at 8:30 pm.
The cool water moonlight illuminates the peaceful and peaceful rural town, which is different from the bustling Philadelphia.
For the next month, Cyril continued with his previous life.
Deliver goods to Donald once a week for sale.
He choked on a nose of soot after trying the kitchen stove, and gave up on cooking his own food.
When he didn't stay in the Foggy Moon Forest, Cyril went to Uncle Allen's restaurant to enjoy food. Every time he ordered a different meal, it was nice.
He has been able to successfully convert spiritual power into magic power.
It's just that Cyril always feels exhausted every time after releasing the spell, and it is difficult to recover his energy even after meditation.
The system said that there should be a suitable magic potion to eliminate this side effect of beginners practicing magic spells, but now he has no access to magic potions, and can only rely on delicious food for comfort.
***
No one will turn down silver coins that come to your door.
As Cyril appeared more and more in the eyes of the town residents (more and more consumption in various stores), everyone gradually got used to the boy who had no sense of existence before reappearing in the field of vision, and Kudos to his gentleness and courtesy.
After a month of "eating and drinking", thanks to the contributions of the fresh and delicious fish, cows, sheep and other cute animals in the small town of Codswood, Cyril finally grew some meat.
From his skinny appearance before, he has returned to his current bamboo-like appearance.
Cyril's cheeks, which were originally sunken because of his thinness, also plumped up, and his once pale complexion was now radiant with the nourishment of cow's milk and goat's milk.
His hair is no longer dry and split, but becomes supple with sufficient nutrition.
Cyril washed his hair well before realizing that his black hair had a little cute natural curls.
On weekdays, so that the hair on both sides of his cheeks would not block his view, Cyril used a beautiful silver-green hairband to tie a small tug at the back of his head.
As the autumn mood gradually became stronger, he also spent a lot of silver coins to buy brand-new clothes.
I have to say that Sophia's tailors in the town are very skilled. Although it was a little awkward to measure the size, the clothes Cyril finally got were very satisfactory.
A fine linen white shirt, a sheepskin jacket tucked into new breeches, and a pair of knee-length black leather boots, Cyril's new look.
"It couldn't be more spirited!"
Tailor Sophia couldn't help nodding her head.
When Cyril dressed in new clothes politely smiled and nodded at the town residents, everyone smiled back happily.
"Look at Lawrence, he looks like a little gentleman. Unlike the bad boy in our family, he can't even earn silver coins when he is so big!"
"Yeah! I heard from Donald that the industrious Lawrence was gathering herbs in the Smoky Moon Forest and asked him to sell them in Philadelphia."
"Since Lawrence's uncle died, Maria was worried that the child would have a hard time, and asked Fitz to find a job for him in the tavern. Unexpectedly, Lawrence recovered himself."
"But I don't dare to let my little Torres go to the foggy moon forest. It's a hard job. Lawrence's uncle is not because..."
"Do you still remember the foggy moon forest before..."
The chatter of the townspeople after dinner did not affect Cyril.
In other words, he deliberately appeared in the public eye, as for the reason...
***
On the moonlit night, Cyril came out of the foggy moon forest as usual and walked to his chalet.
Today, he feels that his spiritual power and magic power have broken through again, which is really a happy thing.
The secluded, always deserted path where he came home was unexpectedly lively tonight.
A few small town boys who were much taller than Cyril stood in the way.
Cyril, who was blocked once again, complained in his heart that this was a similar experience to the Philadelphia slums a month ago.
He looked at the boys and narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the original body's memory, Cyril was isolated and bullied by them when he was a child, especially this boy named Rasip was the one who took the lead.
"Hey! Hand over the herbs on your body!"
Rasip said in a hoarse voice with a condescending look.
The boys standing behind him also smiled and seemed to be proud of catching Cyril, the "fat sheep".
They are obviously self-important and don't take themselves seriously.
Cyril's round almond eyes turned, and seeing that they didn't even have weapons, he slightly hooked his lips, and quietly hid his right hand behind him.
Then he lowered his head and lowered his long eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes.
Rasip looked at Cyril's cowardly look, and his arrogance suddenly became more arrogant.
"Lawrence! I advise you to be sensible! Obediently hand over your things! Otherwise, my fist will make you look good!"
The boy puffed out his chest, and the drake threatened with a gruff voice.
"That's right! Know a little Lawrence!"
The other boys giggled in agreement.
Cyril didn't say a word when he heard the words, his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, with a pitiful connotation.
When he raised his head again, his face was typical of the frightened and worried cowardice of the bullied person, and there seemed to be a wet light in his eyes.
"Come and get it yourself."
Cyril said softly.
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand carrying the cloth bag and handed it to him.
The white, flesh-and-blood wrist was even more slender and weak under the pale moonlight.
Rasip looked happy.
The boy whistled defiantly, celebrating his victory in advance.
He strode up to Cyril and stretched out his hand unsuspectingly to grab the cloth bag.
The next moment, a sharp object touched his neck.
Rasip's legs were a little soft, and the cold touch of the crossbow arrow reminded him what happened - the seemingly docile bunny showed his unknown fangs.
"Grass! (a plant)"
Rasip cursed.
In response, the crossbow bolt resting on his neck was pressed harder.
Rasip was silent for a moment, he looked down at Cyril's close eyes, calm and indifferent.
Inexplicably, a cold air rushed over his head from his tailbone.
"I advise you to be a little more sensible! Don't move! Otherwise, my crossbow arrows will make you look good!"
Cyril imitated Rasip's tone just now and said slowly.
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Cyril: I cried, I pretended.