Seeing Lily's dizzy appearance, Hao Ren knew that the girl didn't know what happened just now, so he simply explained a few words: "Just now Raven 12345 projected in through the gap opened by your 'smuggling', attached to you He said a few words to me."
Lily heard that she was not at all uncomfortable being possessed by someone, and she was still cheerful: "Aww? What did the goddess say?"
"We may have 'helpers' in the future," Hao Ren said, "As I go back, the closure of the distorted space-time will be reduced. If we happen to meet other acquaintances in the historical trajectory during this process, we can Let them 'smuggle' in like you. However, since you are all entered in the consciousness body, you cannot bring in the equipment and power of the later generations, so you can only maintain the combat effectiveness in the historical stage."
Lily easily understood Hao Ren's meaning, she looked down at her hands, and suddenly realized: "I said, why do I feel that this body is so weak, and I failed to summon my claws just now... "
As he talked, this husky spirit, who is usually carefree, also showed a look of emotion: "I really miss... the days on the Siberian snowfield. After I came out of the village, I wandered all the way, my head was full of exciting ideas, I have never worried about anything, and I don’t know how to think about the problems of living in the human world. Although I am lost, I am happy to live with a pack of wolves every day... Landlord, do you know that I actually walked all the way to the Arctic Circle Hey, I was blocked by a glacier and found that there was no way ahead, so I turned around and walked back... "
Hao Ren curled his lips: "I figured it out, your naughty temperament has been like this since more than half a century ago."
Lily smiled slightly, reached out to feel inside the clothes, and finally took out the tattered thread-bound version with illustrations of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
"It really is here... I didn't return this book until the end," she shook her head, "I took it to many places, and I read it countless times when I was wandering on the snowy field. Looking for food, fighting with people, doing odd jobs, being in gangs, and then I wanted to study and become a cultural person, so I went to Peking to study, and I also brought this book with me at that time... When I graduated from Peking University for the first time, I finally remembered to go back to the small village back then, but there is no village there anymore."
Lily said, sighing: "Probably never go back, the old man must have scolded me."
Hao Ren looked at her in surprise, and hesitantly asked after a long time, "Could you be... crying?"
"How could it be?" Lily raised her head and bared her teeth at Hao Ren, "I got used to this kind of thing half a century ago, it's just a little emotional, I didn't expect to be able to relive the past in this way .It’s okay, let’s not waste time here, landlord, go out and see what era it is outside, and we’re still waiting to complete the task.”
Hao Ren glanced at Lily again, feeling in his heart that this husky girl who usually looked heartless had such emotional moments, then nodded, and came to the wooden door with a faint yellow light.
Outside the wooden door was another fragment of time and space, but on the side of the wooden door was the hunter's cabin in a black, white and gray state. Standing at the door, Hao Ren took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open without hesitation.
In an instant, the extremely stagnant time and space seemed to be spinning suddenly, and the setting sun with residual warmth sprinkled on the face. In the setting sun, you could see a few sparrows that were frightened into flight, and various sounds came to your ears from all directions. In the middle, there is the creaking sound of wheels rolling over the stone road and sporadic human voices from afar. Hao Ren took another step outside, and then completely stepped into a new time and space.
He found that in front of him was an old street, a wet gravel road extending from south to north, with dirty and smelly sewage flowing on both sides of the road, and on both sides of the street, you could see low, cramped houses Arranged next to each other, most of the brick walls look very old, the lower half of the wall is covered with moss, and the upper half of the wall is mottled and peeling off. The tallest building in sight is only two or three stories high. The setting sun that is about to sink into the horizon hangs on the roof across the street, and the light that falls is cut and fragmented by those uneven roofs.
Perhaps it was because dusk was approaching, there were hardly any pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few figures were seen from a distance, all wearing old coarse clothes, and it was rare to see people in neat and bright clothes passing by. The passers-by who flashed by from a distance hurried on with numb expressions on their faces, as if no one noticed the two strangely dressed people who suddenly appeared on the side of the street. Occasionally, a carriage full of sundries rattled past a distant intersection, and the driver shouted at the animals with a strong local accent, which on the contrary added a sense of gloomy chaos to the street.
Hao Ren glanced back, and saw that the "wooden door" he had pushed open hadn't disappeared. It was inlaid abruptly on a moss-covered wall, and next to it was a greasy, iron-framed door. The reinforced slatted window, above the slatted window hung a dimly swaying oil lamp, which was shaking slightly in the evening breeze, making a slight creaking sound.
Hao Ren pushed open the door of the hunter's hut again, and found that the black and white still space behind the door still existed, and he couldn't find the window corresponding to the slatted window next to the door anyway: there is no doubt that this is an abnormal space phenomenon.
The cabin seems to be "embedded" on the edge of this time and space, becoming something like a stronghold, and the only connection between it and this time and space is the seemingly fragile wooden door.
Lily put away her ears and tail long before following Hao Ren, and turned into a human. She looked at the rather old street in front of her curiously, and guessed after a while: "It looks like Europe... 6 Europe seven hundred years ago."
"In the late Middle Ages, they jumped to this point in time." Hao Ren nodded, "But that's right, every time Vivian sleeps and wakes up, the cycle is two or three centuries. This is the second time I go back. , it’s normal to come here.”
"Medieval Europe, the most memorable thing is witch burning," Lily wrinkled her nose, as if she could smell the disgusting burnt smell in the air after saying these words, "We really came to a terrible place. of the age."
Hao Ren shrugged: "The dark age created by human beings. At this time, the age of mythology is over, but humans have tossed themselves into a stage worse than the age of mythology... Let's find a set of local clothes first. This outfit It’s too conspicuous to walk outside, and this is not an era where performance art is accepted.”
Lily wiped the sweat from her forehead: "I agree, I'm still wearing a Siberian survival suit, it's so hot..."
Hao Ren glanced at Lily silently, thinking that this girl is sincere...
The two were nimble, and soon they walked into an uninhabited alley and got a set of local clothes from the clothesline of a residential house. Although they were not very comfortable to wear, at least they solved the problem of different painting styles. In fact, Hao Ren is not very worried about attracting the attention of ordinary people in the local area. The threat to him and Lily from ordinary people is almost equal to zero. During this special period, supernatural forces still profoundly affect human society, and demon hunters also pay close attention to or monitor this world almost half-openly. In the European region where the age of mythology ended the latest, this kind of surveillance is particularly serious. In the dark and dilapidated streets and alleys, there may be as many pairs of eyes staring at everyone, and any trouble in the corners will eventually be sent to the hunters. Before the eyes of the devil.
This kind of monitoring and high pressure has also spawned many fake and shoddy demon-slayer organizations and individuals in disguise, and then spawned a large number of informers who serve these fakes. It must be said that the "witch hunting" farce that is in full swing in Dark Europe is also fueled by these guys. one of the results.
Of course, the most important reason for the "witch hunting" farce is the church in this period—they were once a symbol of human beings against supernatural forces in the age of mythology. It is an important medium, but after the end of the age of mythology, the real alien threat (or "heretic threat" in the church's parlance) disappeared, and the demon hunters also broke the only positive connection with humans due to the cooling of their hunting instincts. The activities quickly showed a trend of getting out of control, which became the biggest root cause of the complete loss of control of the witch hunt movement.
But to Hao Ren, none of this mattered—he was just a passer-by back in history, and everything that happened in this time and space was just a stage play co-produced by Vivienne's memory and the mirrored earth. Walking through, all you are looking for is the "heroine".
"Landlord, I think it's very troublesome to fight with people in this dress," Lily complained while pulling the coarse cloth dress on her body, "couldn't European women in the Middle Ages wear some clothes that are easy to move around... It's like a sack."
What she acquired was a dusty sackcloth dress with a hem that dragged to the floor and two ruffled sleeves, which, though extremely simple, was nothing compared to the light clothes she was accustomed to wearing. This is obviously too cumbersome.
"Okay, don't pick out some clothes. The economic conditions of the place we're staying in are obviously not very good. How many clothes can a family have for you to pick out?" Hao Ren said while arranging his short robe, The clothes he got were a black jacket and a pair of coarse trousers. There was also a short robe with a hood outside the jacket. Seeing the impressions left by a few passers-by at the intersection from a distance, I fooled myself into putting on my clothes, "It's almost dark, and when it's completely dark, we'll start to investigate, and try to find out where this place is and what the end of the year is. How many years."
While speaking, he gently pressed his waist, and the hard and cold feeling of metal came after him.
Hanging there, he knew, was a holy silver shortsword—the standard Witcher weapon, model 1315, courtesy of Hasselblad.