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Chapter fifty-six.(2/2)

"Anyway, that's not what I meant."

The young man raised his hand to block Zeref's big hand that was about to wreak havoc on his head.

"What do you mean?"

"I……"

Depend on!

Facing Zeref, who was obviously looking for trouble, the young man felt like swearing for the first time in a long time, but he still held back.

Why would I be interested in a girl of this age?

According to his age in his memory, he is...

"Well, nothing happened...Uncle Zeref, do you still have the morning porridge? Lianna seems to be hungry."

As the person involved, Nia saw the boy's troubles and stepped forward to help him out.

"Ah, there's more."

Zeref realized that the boy really didn't seem to like to get involved in this kind of topic, so he wisely moved the conversation away.

He untied the package on his back and took out a black earthen jar. Zeref poured some gruel from the thing, poured it into a clay bowl, and handed it to Nia.

"How much food do we have left?"

After Zeref finished his work, Heimer suddenly asked Zeref.

Heimer deliberately lowered his voice, not wanting the teenagers to know the details of these trivial matters.

"Not a lot..."

Zeref turned around and responded carefully.

"How long can I eat?"

"A day or two..."

"That's enough."

Heimer breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they hurried, they could reach the village and get supplies before the food ran out.

Even if there are any changes, it is still possible to satisfy hunger with wild vegetables.

"There just aren't enough clothes, and we seem to have no money here."

Zeref smiled bitterly. Except for the cooler weather, he had never found a single coin. I believe it was the same in Heimer.

"Well, that's a problem."

Only then did Heimer remember that they were all paupers now.

Without money, they would not be able to get supplies even if they arrived at a human settlement.

"Take one step at a time, and don't rush."

At this point, Heimer can only say such baseless words to encourage him.

"Well, it would be much easier if we could get relief."

What Zeref refers to here is the relief food from the country to the disaster-stricken areas.

Once such a large-scale war occurs, it will inevitably produce a large number of refugees.

In various senses, they are actually considered to be refugees, and it is obviously reasonable for them to receive relief.

"Oh, I wish I had."

Heimer sighed.

He was not familiar with this area, nor did he know what the folk customs were like, let alone what kind of policies the Sheriff here implemented.

You still have to ask the girl about this kind of question later.

"Okay, it's time for us to set off."

In a blink of an eye, Heimer saw that the girl and the boy were almost rested, so he started his journey again.

However, on the road they planned, there was a trace that they should not have seen.

Rut marks.

Two ruts passed through the forest, and these two deep marks were very eye-catching on the trail.

"Will a carriage pass by here?"

Heimer asked Nia.

"No, only pedestrians can walk on this road."

Nia was sure of it, and of course others could see the reason.

This trail is too narrow and the road surface is bumpy. It has nothing to do with the word "flat" and is not suitable for carriages and horses at all.

"But... this car is not as simple as just passing by."

The young man observed these two ruts.

If there is not enough weight, the wheels will not leave such deep marks when they run over the road.

In other words, a carriage carrying a lot of goods once drove on this road.

But a truck doesn't want to go on the main road, but chooses to take a small road?

What did the coachman think?

"Let's follow and take a look."

Seeing that there was something fishy about this, Heimer led the others to follow the ruts.

Ruts cut across the woods, and many broken branches could be found around them.

Is it because the driver's skills are too poor?

Not to mention the stupid behavior of letting the carriage travel through the dense forest, it always hit obstacles, and it was hard to tell that the carriage had been driven seriously.
Chapter completed!
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