"GuluGulu~"

The familiar sound of axles, the bright spring sunshine falling tenaciously to the ground along the gaps in the tree shades, and the dirt road in the middle of the forest on both sides was covered with rotting leaves, making an unpleasant sound.

Occasionally, the wheels would hit a small stone, and the entire cheap cargo carriage immediately responded enthusiastically, bouncing up and down. The old wooden structure was already unstable, and every bounce seemed to bring it closer to disintegration.

The air is filled with the fragrance of fragrant grass, mixed with the smell of earth and leaves, and the gentle breeze as soft as a silk scarf touches the skin of the carriage passengers, making people feel a sense of comfort.

"Well!" The man lying on the carriage arched his waist vigorously, like a tetanus patient, twitching and vibrating uncontrollably, his muscles were tight and twisted, and his head and feet were not in contact with each other.

The strong wooden boards made the carriage structure make a painful sound.

Aaron vaguely heard someone talking in his confusion.

"Damn it, isn't it just to kill someone? Why is your Excellency the Viscount like this?"

"I see he's not injured. Does this mean he has tetanus?"

"Impossible! How could tetanus attack on the same day?"

"Aaron, Aaron, are you okay? Wake up!" A weak hand shook his shoulder.

Aaron?

The young man lying on the carriage wanted to open his eyes immediately, but the overwhelming feeling of release and the numb and itchy electric current all over his body made him unable to do anything but keep twitching his body.

Aaron, yes, my name is Aaron.

My name is Aaron Salian, and I just killed a robber. This is the first time in my life that I have killed someone.

The young man thought in confusion. He finally covered his head with his hands and bent his body into a prawn.

Wait...this life?

The young man's handsome facial features were twisted into a ball, and the voices next to him thought he was in great pain, but only Aaron himself knew that he had just been swallowed up by a strong sense of pleasure.

The pleasure of killing, this was his first time killing with his own hands.

Aaron once thought he would be frightened and sickened by blood.

However, no, on the contrary, when the robber's blood splashed on his face, he felt an unimaginable sense of pleasure. This intense sense of pleasure made him pass out on the spot.

The companions thought that this aristocratic boy could not bear the blood after seeing blood for the first time, so they didn't pay much attention to it. They put him on the carriage and continued to move forward.

"Ugh...um~" Aaron's body continued to twitch. After he awkwardly pushed his abdomen upward three or four times, the tide-like feeling of pleasure slowly subsided, and the young man tried to open his eyes.

, the dazzling light coming towards him made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Yes, it's spring.

The scenery on both sides told Aaron that spring was striding towards him.

He was lying on the carriage, wearing heavy chain mail, and the outer layer of purple burqa covered the surface of the armor. A cut on it told the experience of the encounter just now - the robber's knife left a mark on his chain mail.

A mark was left on the robber's neck, and his sword left a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl on the robber's neck.

It's strange to say that five bandits, three swords, and a hard bow are enough to deal with ordinary woodcutter hunters, but where did they get the confidence to deal with three adventurers?

Aaron opened his mouth but couldn't speak for the time being, so he simply shut up.

"Grrrrrrrrrr~" The sound of the axle gradually became clearer, his hearing was recovering, and the usually irritating noise sounded so pleasant to his ears.

In the spring of May, the sun was shining brightly, and spring was in full swing. The bright light shone on Aaron's face through the shades of the trees, and the gentle breeze in the forest unfolded on Aaron's face along with the broad-leaved forest scenery receding on both sides.

In sight.

The wheels of the carriage moved slowly along the dirt road covered with fallen leaves, and the body of the carriage shook just right. If it weren't for the strong smell of blood in his mouth and nose, Aaron almost wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.

Someone didn't give him a chance.

"You are finally awake, my Lord Viscount! Tempus, please. I know this is your first time seeing blood, but how can you be a knight in the future if you are so dizzy?" A voice was chattering incessantly.

It's a bit prickly, but also caring.

Aaron opened his eyes again, his mind was confused.

There is something trapped in his body, trapped by his flesh, blood, soul and will. This thing is powerful and indestructible. It is just bound. It is roaring and roaring. Every move it makes

It caused great harm to the young Viscount. The Viscount could only stand there with dense veins on his forehead and clenched teeth. The faces of screaming demons coming towards him were less than an inch away from his face. He

His soul was almost swallowed by the tide of chaos.

It is a terrifying existence that cannot be described in words. It struggles, it twists, and it carries endless hunger and madness.

Aaron didn't know why this happened when he just killed a robber, but his brain felt very happy, so happy that something was breaking.

"Where am I...?" Aaron's head ordered his body to get up, but his body said this was impossible. He just twitched a few times: "What happened?"

Sitting next to Aaron was a mage apprentice in his early twenties, wearing a dark brown robe and a blond hairdo. He had a slender nose and a pair of slender eyes.

Hicks, a mage apprentice from the Battle Mage Academy, Aaron slowly recognized him.

This is a jerk, a jerk who has been a playmate with Aaron for several years.

Later, his family moved away, and when we met again ten years later, this bastard actually became a battle mage apprentice.

Now I'm superior to others.

It's just that the gangster spirit in his bones hasn't changed, and his smile still smells like an asshole.

Aaron really wanted to slap him in the face!

"Hey, brother, not only are you dizzy, but you've also lost your memory?" Seeing Aaron's confused look, the mage apprentice couldn't help but laugh. He snapped his fingers, and the kettle at hand rose directly into the air: "I think

A bite at this time is more useful than anything else. Come on, let me treat you. Ha, when I get back, I will pass the heroic deeds of our Lord Viscount to Suzal!"

Level 0 magic - Mage's Hand. Aaron couldn't help but recall that his friend was exactly this age. He had to use Mage's Hand hundreds of times a day. As long as it could be solved with Mage's Hand, he would never do it.

Black bottom ale, a specialty of the kingdom, a bargain at 2 silver coins per gallon (about 4.5 liters).

Aaron prefers the aqua and gin at home.

"I have no amnesia, Hicks, you bastard, if you dare to tell this, you will be dead." Aaron rolled his eyes.

"If you don't want to drink, just eat an apple." The coachman who was driving said, and he threw an apple from the front seat: "I don't know why you adults from the city don't like drinking. My son often steals my wine to drink.

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"I need to stay awake at all times. This is what a spell caster should do." Hicks raised his head: "You don't understand."

"Yes, we don't understand, you know, you always say that...boom~" The brightly colored apples with their red skin, plump flesh and plump flesh smashed against the wooden boards of the carriage, disrupting the rhythm of the wheels.

Almost everyone in the country does not like apples, especially the poor. Fruit is a natural sweetener, and apples are one of the more popular ones. Raw apples, cooked apples, green apples for cooking, applesauce, apple juice, apples

Wine, apple jelly, apple pie, and all kinds of apple desserts form a unique apple culture. It is said that the fire-haired lady also particularly likes apples.

Walker, the coachman, is in his thirties. He is tall and has two scars on his face. He looks particularly ferocious. He deliberately wears a suit of armor that is slightly larger than his body, and also specially adds an extra-large size for himself.

The shoulder armor is engraved with the image of a hungry wolf, and he also carries a two-handed sword on his back, which looks very intimidating.

Walker's dress was completely opposite to that of Aaron and Hicks, who were elegant and sophisticated. He deliberately dressed up like a Northland barbarian, the kind who would go berserk when he disagreed with him. Relying on this appearance, he was scared away

Passed many enemies.

In fact, they are all false. Walker is a soldier, a very weak soldier, otherwise he would not have served as a coachman after serving in the army for more than ten years.

Aaron knew that the two-handed sword was actually hollow and weighed no more than 5 pounds. The robbers were frightened by Walker's wild dance with the two-handed sword, and he didn't know if they noticed it.

Is this two-handed sword worse than a fire stick in the hands of a chef in Walker's hands?

Forget it, there is no point anymore, Aaron closed his eyes: "I won't eat."

"Sir Viscount, you don't want to eat apples, so Hicks, do you want to eat apples?" Walker threw another apple from the front seat.

"Boom!" This time the apple fell next to Aaron's head.

"I don't want to eat it. If I want to eat it, I will..." Hicks really didn't forget to show off his tricks at any time. The mage picked up the apple from the board and put it back into Walker's pocket.

Li: "Do it yourself~"

"Really, why don't you eat apples, which are such a good thing? I just love apples. This bag of apples was grown in Wanxing Town. This small bag costs two gold coins!" Walker said nonchalantly.

To: "Temora, please punish these two people who disrespect Apple!"

After saying that, Walker picked up the apple and ate it in big gulps.

Aaron and Hicks looked at each other, and both of them closed their eyes helplessly.

Walker is a pan-believer. He worships all kinds of gods, but most of the time he only worships them verbally. When he needs someone, he chants their name and makes offerings to them. This is also the normal behavior of the people of the country.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you believe in the existence of God, you will not be used to build a wall for unbelievers after your death.

After the turmoil that spanned the entire multiverse two years ago, almost no one still insists on the bizarre view that "God does not exist."

Two years ago, as long as they offered enough gold coins, everyone could even see a living, real god in the big city in the north! You could even chat with her!

Aaron was still trying to get up. He found that he seemed to be able to slowly control his body. He clenched his fists and concentrated his strength on his wrists. His legs also regained consciousness.

Just when Aaron focused all his attention on his body, he heard a sound of breaking through the air from the front, and then felt a heavy object hit him.

It seemed to be much heavier than an apple. Aaron groaned and his temper immediately rose.

"Walker!" Aaron yelled immediately: "Didn't I say I don't want to eat apples..."

There was the sound of frightened horses neighing in his ears, and a harsh sound breaking through the air. A ray of light passed by Aaron's forehead, and a burning pain instantly tightened Aaron's facial features.
To be continued...