Mysterious Tribulation

'Since the old gravekeeper and Zorro were all right before, the cemetery should be safe...'

‘Or… a ghoul has just wandered around recently? ’

'Trouble...Zorro has a clean sleeve, can he move? Don't work? ’

'With my current body, no work, no food, do I go to the wilderness to survive? That was too bad. ’

The difficulty of life in the wild is by no means imaginable by modern people, and even the ancients could not bear it.

He is still unwilling to give up the current stable environment unless it is a last resort.

After all, Zorro's identity is really useful!

The only old tomb keeper who was familiar with him had died, and he disguised himself perfectly.

Aaron was walking on the road to the small town of Yanan with a wooden stick in his hand.

At the same time, I also set myself a small goal:

First, live well, at least until the end of dimensionality reduction... I hope the gap between the time flow rates on both sides is not too terrifying.

Second, by the way, improve yourself, explore the extraordinary system of this low-dimensional world, and integrate with the spiritual system...

Before long, the outline of a small town appeared in front of Aaron.

The path paved with bluestone slabs is timeless, but at the entrance, there is a tall arrow tower.

Above the arrow tower, there are also archers patrolling, which makes Aaron feel bad.

The appearance of this war-functional building seems to herald one thing-this land has never been peaceful and has always been in chaos.

Because he was an acquaintance, Zorro entered the town directly without being harassed by the patrolling militia.

The original Zorro, after saving a little money, would come to the only pub in town, order a glass of the cheapest rye beer, and flirt with the waitress.

But Aaron was not in that mood today.

He searched for a long time on the only commercial street in the town and entered a grocery store.

Our grave keeper, what do you need?

The owner of the grocery store, an old lady with a bucket waist, asked with a smile.

Please give me some refined salt, and candles... Finally, are there any cheap spices?

Aaron swept around and said.

Spice? Haha, does our little Zorro finally know to pursue a woman? I wanted to tell you before, spending money on a waitress in a tavern is not what a good boy should do.

Aunt Sophia laughed.

It seems that she misunderstood Aaron's intention to buy the spice: I recommend this wisteria orchid fragrance, the girls in our town love to use this!

Aunt Sophia took out a small jar and opened it for Aaron to smell.

Okay, that's all, give me a small packet.

Aaron nodded, feeling that this place was a little different from medieval Europe.

For example, there are significant differences in the abundance of spices and some personal hygiene habits.

‘That’s right… After all, it’s a world with extraordinary power, how could it be the same? ’

He walked out of the grocery store and suddenly saw a group of soldiers marching down the street.

These soldiers wear leather armor with the emblem of House Lancaster - the head of a griffin with yellow feathers on a white background!

Most of them held spears and bows and arrows in their hands, and followed the knights wrapped in iron cans and drove out of the town majestic.

How is this going?

Someone next to me asked.

It's Lord Baron... It is said that he and Baron Roland next door have already started a fight over a deer's prey!

Another well-informed man answered in a low voice.

'Because of a deer? ’

'Well...it's still the Middle Ages. ’

Aaron complained and left the town.

He didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to be involved in trouble.

The journey back was smooth, and Aaron returned to his gravekeeper's hut before dark.

The feeling of being powerless...it's really unbearable.

When night fell, he took out his knife and lit a candle.

The three candles are triangular in shape, and after adding spices into them, they immediately burn with a fragrant aroma.

Aaron sprinkled a ring of salt on the outside, and then recited in pure Astral language:

The creator above the creator!

The absolute observer standing above the dimension!

Great vain spirit!

...

After half an hour, nothing happened.

Is there no response? This means that the authority of my creator has not yet covered multiple dimensions? No...impossible!

Aaron is well aware of the strength of his own deity.

So... either too lazy to answer? Or sleeping?

Damn, the deity is not a human being, and the clone has no human rights!

Aaron groaned.

As soon as the complaints fell, he suddenly trembled, and his eyes instantly turned pure white.

Then, in front of his eyes, a scene of ancient Qionglou Yuyu and Yunwu Xianshan appeared.

The fairy spring is gurgling, the music girl flutters, and it is a magnificent scene of the fairy family!

Countless immortals with ring-shaped ornaments and flying swords are gathering here to congratulate Changsheng Xianzun on his birthday!

Almost at the first sight, Aaron knew that this was the fairyland!

After the deity became the creator, did he release all the recovered clones?

This is... the avatar of Gou Dao in the world of immortal cultivation, has all been mixed into the world of immortals and become a fairy god?

Aaron suddenly became angry.

The same avatar, this situation... how is it so different?

The next moment, he saw that Immortal Venerable nodded slightly towards him, and a glass of wine flew over.

The nectar juice in the jasper cup instantly passed through the obstacles of many worlds and dimensions, turned into a drop of rain, and fell on Aaron's forehead.

call!

Aaron let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that his body was all sunk and all diseases were gone!

The whole person couldn't be better in an instant!

In the end is the clone pity the clone, good brother, yours is mine, mine... Forget it, I have nothing to worry about...

Aaron's mouth curled into a smile.

Although there was a sentence from Immortal Immortal Longevity when welcoming that drop of rain, the general idea was that it was only once and not an example, but it was enough!

Come out, my golden finger!

【Name: Aaron (Zorro)】

[Talent: Immortality]

【Age: 25】

[Skill: Reading and Writing (Introduction)]

...

Then, Aaron's expression dropped.

Immortal Immortal Immortal Longevity is worthy of being a good brother, but he even sold iron and gave him the golden finger he used back then.

And Aaron just wanted to say: I have a lung... Is it difficult to add points or deductions, even if it is a sign-in system? Throwing the garbage you don't want to me... I want me to bear the hardships you suffered in the past again. Is it?

Well, he knows, this clone of Immortal Venerable Longevity is deliberately watching his jokes!

This panel is useless at all!

And the immortal person? When he didn't?

They are all avatars of the ontology, the essence is the same, who discriminates against whom?

It's just that the matter has come to this point, Aaron has given himself a free treatment when the other party - better than nothing!

At least, my cold and weakness are all cured... This body suffered a lot when I was young, and it was very sub-healthy. Now it has all been cured and is back to its peak state!

Aaron looked at his hands.

Originally, Zorro's hands were not only covered with calluses, but also small scars from cuts and burns, but at this time... they all disappeared!

He clenched his fists, feeling his muscles are strong and powerful, and couldn't help but feel more satisfied: Very good... A good body is the capital of a career! With a weapon... I can fight five of the ordinary soldiers I saw today. !

It is very important to have initial self-protection force!

Aaron thought for a while, then sprinkled the salt outside the house, and then fell asleep peacefully.

According to spiritual theory, salt is a sacred thing that drives away uncleanness.

Or... show trails of ghosts and ghosts.

Although the dimensions are different, there is nothing wrong with trying it.

...

the next day.

The sun is shining.

Aaron got up, put the salt and mud together, and put it away.

After all, salt is still quite expensive. If people see this scene, they will probably think they are crazy!

And... you can continue to use it at night!

That elusive ghoul was a thorn in Aaron's heart.

Naihe... Now that he leaves the cemetery, he has no other place to go, so he can only do it first.

After cleaning the house, Aaron broke off another willow branch, bit it open, and used the wood fiber inside as a toothbrush to clean up personal hygiene.

Breakfast is still brown bread as usual, which is the staple food of the lower classes of this era.

I didn't eat this kind of thing when I first crossed...

Aaron thought bitterly as he tried to soften the bread.

By virtue of being able to read and write... I will not have many problems in applying for a clerk in the future.

Just when Aaron was thinking about his future career plan, a young man with long legs ran into the cemetery: Zorro... Prepare a cemetery.

He was tall and thin, with some freckles on his face, and he was the son of the old corpse man in town - Evie!

According to the tradition in the town that the son of a farmer is a farmer and the son of a blacksmith is a blacksmith, when the corpse carrier retires, he will take over from his father's class.

It's as if Zorro took over as the gravekeeper.

In fact, Ivey has already started to help his father with his work.

Aaron's face changed: Is someone dead?

Well, it's soldier Ron...

Ivey just came to inform Aaron: He died on the battlefield. Lord Baron rewarded his parents, and he may even attend his funeral in person. Prepare yourself...

I know.

Aaron nodded, this is like a superior inspection, he knows everything.

After a pause, he asked curiously, Is the battlefield so intense?

no!

Ivey's expression was a little weird: Poor Ron... He accidentally tripped over while charging on the battlefield, knocking the back of his head on a stone and dying...

poor guy.

Aaron couldn't help feeling sympathy. This is an unfortunate person.

Everyone is envious of the Ron family now. Although Ron is dead, his parents still have many children... Lord Baron gave the Ron family a bag of silver coins, and announced that his family would become a free citizen.

Ivey envied.

In this era, human life is worthless, or... the life of the poor is valuable!

It's frustrating, but it's reality.

Ugh……

Aaron sighed, and then chatted casually, asking about the latest interesting things in town.

Ivey did not suspect him, and said a few interesting things casually.

One of them caught Aaron's attention.

Do you remember those scoundrels? Smith's mother-in-law found the sheriff today and said that Smith has been missing for more than a day...

And then what? Aaron asked.

No more... Ivey shrugged his shoulders: It's not unheard of for that group of rogues to disappear for a few days... I even suspect that they have connections to the gang and have been doing some criminal activities!

All right……

Aaron had to admit that he overestimated the sheriff of this day and age.

The other party has no sense of responsibility at all, and just wants to make money!

...

It's afternoon.

A group of people came to the cemetery, bringing a lot of life to the silent cemetery.

In front of a newly opened tomb of Aaron, a dark coffin is quietly parked, saying a final goodbye to relatives.

Ron's parents were honest farmers, and his mother was sobbing, and his father seemed very silent.

Everyone stepped forward one by one and placed a chrysanthemum on the coffin.

The whole process seemed silent and solemn.

After the ceremony, Aaron and Ivey put the coffin into the tomb and covered it with soil.

At this moment, Ron's mother finally burst into tears.

Aaron looked at the newly erected tombstone. The epitaph on it was very simple - 'Brave Son, Loyal Soldier'!

On the edge of the cemetery, there is a carriage.

The carriage was ornately decorated with the badge of a griffin, and several knights followed the guards nearby.

But even if there is no badge, the person who can use the carriage in Yanan Town must be a high-ranking person.

A middle-aged nobleman came over with a little girl.

Dear Lord Lancaster...

Aaron and Ivey hurriedly saluted.

You have done a good job, and those who are loyal to me deserve a decent ending!

Lancaster's eyes were blue and his forehead was wide, not like a nobleman who would go to war with a nearby lord for a fawn.

And the girl next to him has the same pupil color as him, and is looking at the two of them curiously.

This is Lancaster's third daughter, Miss Catherine.

Hard work deserves a reward!

Lancaster threw two silver coins at random.

Thank you sir!

For the people of this age, it is a matter of course and honorable to accept the reward of the superior.

Looking at the carriage leaving the baron, Aaron threw a silver coin to Ivey.

This is what he deserves.

The baron is really generous... Ivey rubbed the silver coin over and over again. The head portrait on it was already worn and the quality was very poor. It was probably privately minted by a noble.

Um.

Aaron put away the silver coins and nodded.

With the money, how about going to the pub for a drink tonight? Ivey suddenly winked at Aaron: Winnie must miss you very much!

Come on, she misses every man who gave her money!

Aaron rolled his eyes, but still nodded: But that's right, the money you earn is what you spend it on. Let's have a drink tonight...

In a long life, there must be some fun, anyway, Aaron will never admit that he was influenced by the Immortal Immortal Immortal...