Roger wanted to run to the village gate, but was grabbed by the girl.

She said: "Where the hell are you going, here, hurry up."

The two ran to the wooden wall behind the village, and the girl opened a clump of grass and exposed a hole.

Roger followed her and stood up and arrived outside the village.

The girl said proudly: "How about it, I'll take it. This is how I let all those people go."

Roger praised her a few words, and she dragged Roger into the woods outside the village.

She said, "Fuck you, this fool in the woods won't be able to find us."

Roger quickly followed and said, "Are you afraid that your dad will blame you for this?"

"So I won't go back now. The old man who is angry is always fierce every time he gets angry. He can do anything.

I'll wait until he gets angry before going back. At that time, he can curse and slap a few times. At worst, he can lock me up for a few days. I'll be not afraid of that old guy."

They entered the woods and the girl seemed to have arrived at home.

Roger asked: "I haven't asked your name yet, what are your name?"

"My name is Ola, where are you?"

"You call me Rugero."

They walked in the woods for a while and Roger asked, “Where are we going?”

Ola replied: "Are you going back to your village to the north? Don't go directly north first. Let's go south first, and then go around in a big circle to the north."

Roger didn't understand very well that he had very little experience in outdoor activities, and only went outings in the countryside in his previous life.

In this life, he only had one real walk in the wild with Baron Rolo. He was led by the forest guard who had a lot of experience in the wild, so he actually did nothing.

He said: "I am not actually from that village. I just want them to send me back. But now they probably won't send me back. Why do you have to go around in a circle?"

"There is a stream to hide traces to the south. I also told them to walk to the south first.

But those ** are not like you, they can't understand what I say. I gestured for a long time and finally made those ** understand.

But there was a little ghost who seemed to be named Emil. That's what they called him, probably the child of their leader.

The idiot insisted on going north.

I know that their village is in the north, and the old people brought them from the north.

I gestured to tell him not to go directly to the north, but this idiot didn't listen.

Some ** followed him north, and I don't know how they were."

Roger thought for a while and said, "It should be that they were all caught, but later the child was rescued by the person brought by his sister."

"Ttone, just save it."

Roger silently complained that although the child was saved, he could have been saved according to my plan.

But he didn't say it.

He listened to Ora and said to himself: "I knew they wouldn't be able to go north.

"At that time, the old guy asked me where the person was, but I just didn't say anything. He was going to take me to chase me before locking me up.

"When I saw him bringing the hunting dog, I knew that most of the people who walked directly north could not escape."

After the two walked south for a while, Ora found the stream, washed her face, and let Roger learn from her to walk through the stream.

She said: "The old guys won't be able to find us."

Roger looked at this girl with small eyes and nose bridge and freckles on her face, which was really not pretty.

He asked, “Is this to not leave any traces of walking?”

As Ora walked, he kicked and kicked the water from time to time.

She said: "Yes, no matter how careful you are in the woods, you will leave traces.

Whether it is footprints, broken branches, broken grass stems, or rubbed moss, it will always leave traces.

And you won’t walk in the stream, the stream will wash away all our traces, and even shit will not be left behind."

Roger thought that he seemed to have seen such knowledge online in his previous life, but he had been in a peaceful environment and forgot everything he could use.

He praised, "You know a lot, where did you learn it?"

"Uncle Hunter taught him that he is a very arrogant hunter."

Roger remembered the tracing and counter-tracing contest when he came before.

He asked, "What if your hunting uncle comes to you?"

Ola stuck out his tongue: "**, at least he can spend more time. If we keep walking, he will not be able to catch up with us.

But sometimes he would guess where I wanted to go, and like the method he often used when hunting, he set up a trap on the way through the prey and waited for the prey to come. There were several times when he caught me."

"Then what, he will catch you back and hand it over to your dad?"

"No, Uncle Hunter is very nice to me. When he catches me, he plays with me and teaches me how to move in the woods. He takes me back until I'm tired of playing."

After walking for a while, Roger asked, “Are you familiar with this place?”

Ola shook her head: "I'm not very familiar with it. I'm more familiar with the south side. I haven't been here with the old guy here for a long time."

Roger complained silently, and even if he was not familiar with him, he would dare to burrow into the forest, and he would not be afraid of being eaten by wolves.

They walked for a while, and Ora found a stone to sit down and rest.

Her feet were slapped in the pool, and the waves threw the floating pine cones up and down, and she giggled.

Her laughter was like a breeze blew the wind chime. She clearly heard the sound, but it calmed down.

So Roger also learned to find a stone and sat down. He stepped on the stone barefoot and stepped on the moss, and he felt very comfortable.

He looked up at the branches covered with green leaves, and looked at the blue sky with white clouds floating.

The early summer sun shines down and makes him warm. He forgets the sword and sword, fire and blood, the past, the present, and the time.

He enjoyed the tranquility until his stomach rumbling.

"Hungry?" Ora suggested: "Go and find something to eat."

She took Roger away from the stream and walked into the forest. She searched left and right, and soon found a tall tree.

Roger visually estimated to be about 20 meters tall and has a dark brown bark.

Ola climbed up quickly, and Roger saw that she was getting higher and higher, almost reaching the top of the tree.

He shouted worriedly: "Be careful."

Ola rummaged through the leaves on the top of the tree, then poked her head out and giggled, "Guess what I ** found?"

She didn't wait for Roger to answer, and then got into the leaves to work hard.

Then, she held the corner of her clothes with one hand and wrapped the collected fruits, and climbed down slowly.

Roger was very worried, afraid that she would fall down, but fortunately she landed on the ground safely.

Roger complained about her recklessness: "You're too dangerous."

Ola didn't care, she happily showed her results: "Look, cherry." (Note: European sweet cherry, commonly known as cherry)

Roger looked at the fruits in her pocket, the ovate berries, yellow, and some with green.

Ola took one and ate it: "Well, yes, you eat too."

She took a Serroger's mouth, and Roger felt sour and a little bit bad.

Ola stuffed another one over, and Roger hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."

He ate a few more times, and he thought that he could fill his stomach at least.

Ora blinked and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Roger originally wanted to say it was not delicious, but he thought that the other party was risking his hard work to pick it up, and said against his will: "It's delicious."

“If you taste good, eat more.”

Ola handed over a few more yellow cherries. Roger frowned and ate them, endured the sourness and swallowed them.

Then he saw Ora laughing "hehe" and bent over, and a few of the cherries in his pocket fell out.

She smiled and said, "Your face has deformed, and you still say it's delicious?"

Roger was very embarrassed and he stammered: "I am, I, I'm afraid you are unhappy."

"Silly, it's delicious, it's delicious, it's not delicious, it's not delicious, what's hard to say."

Ola picked a few and ate them, and she wrinkled her face.

"Dog shit, it's not ripe yet. I went to the top of the tree to pick it, but it's still not ripe enough. I'll just eat a few more."

She lit her pockets to Roger, and Roger grabbed a handful of them. The two of them ate unripe cherries face to face, and watching each other making various faces unconsciously, they mocked each other.

"You are so ugly."
To be continued...