Roger thought for a while and said: "They were probably all captured, but later the child was rescued by the people brought by his sister."

"Ttone, just save him."

Roger complained silently, although the child was rescued, according to my plan, all of them should have been rescued.

But he didn't say it.

He listened to Ola talking to himself: "I ** knew that they couldn't go north. At that time, the old man asked me where he had gone, but I ** wouldn't tell him. He was going to take me with him before he locked me up.

I chased him with people, and when I saw him with his hunting dog uncle, I knew that most of the people who went directly north wouldn't be able to escape."

After the two walked south for a while, Ola found a stream. She washed her face, and then asked Roger to follow her example and walk along the stream.

She said: "This way the old thing won't be able to find us."

Roger looked at this girl. She had small eyes, a flat nose, and freckles on her face. She was not pretty at all.

He asked: "Is this to avoid leaving traces of walking?"

Aura walked, kicking the water from time to time.

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

Whether it's footprints, broken branches, trampled grass stems, or scraped moss, there are always traces left behind.

But walking in the stream will not happen, the stream will wash away all our traces, and no shit will be left."

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

"Taught it by Uncle Hunting Dog, he is a very good hunter."

Roger remembered the battle between tracking and counter-tracking when he came here before.

He asked: "What if your hound uncle comes to find you?"

Aura stuck out her tongue: "**, at least let him spend more time. If we keep walking, he won't be able to catch up with us.

But sometimes he would guess where I wanted to go, and then just like the method he usually used when hunting, he would set traps on the path of the prey, and then wait for the prey to come. This is how he caught me several times."

"Then, he takes you back and gives you to your father?"

"No way. Uncle Hunting Dog was very kind to me. When he caught me, he played with me and taught me how to move around in the forest. He didn't take me back until I was tired."

After walking for a while, Roger asked: "Are you familiar with this place?"

Aura shook her head: "I'm not very familiar with it. I'm more familiar with the south. I followed the old guy here not long ago."

Roger silently complained that he dared to go into the forest even if he was not familiar with it, and he was not afraid of being eaten by wolves.

They walked a little further, and Aura found a stone to sit down and rest.

Her feet flapped in the pool, and she giggled as the waves tossed the floating pine cones up and down.

Her laughter was like the breeze blowing the wind chimes. Although the sound was clearly heard, it made people calm.

So Roger followed her example and found a stone to sit on. He stepped on the stone and moss with his bare feet, and he felt very comfortable.

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

The early summer sun shone through and warmed him, so he forgot about knives and swords, fire and blood, the past, the present, and time.

He enjoyed the tranquility until his stomach growled.

"Are you hungry?" Aura suggested: "Let's go find something to eat."

She took Roger away from the creek and walked into the woods. She searched around and soon found a tall tree.

Roger's visual estimate is that it is about 20 meters tall and has dark brown bark.

Aura climbed up quickly, and Roger watched her climb higher and higher, almost reaching the top of the tree.

He shouted worriedly: "Be careful."

Ola rummaged through the leaves at 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 got back into the leaves to work.

Then, she held the hem of her clothes with one hand, carrying the collected fruits in her pocket, and slowly climbed down.

Roger was very worried, afraid that she would fall, but luckily she landed safely.

Roger complained about her recklessness: "You are too dangerous."

Aura didn't take it seriously. She happily showed her results: "Look, cherries." (Note: European sweet cherries, commonly known as cherries)

Roger looked at the fruits in her pocket, ovoid berries, yellow, some with green in them.

Aura took one and ate it directly: "Yeah, um, you eat it too."

She took one and put it in Roger's mouth. Roger's mouth felt sour and the taste was really not good.

Aura pushed another one over, and Roger hurriedly said: "I'll do it myself."

He ate a few more, thinking that they would fill his stomach.

Aura blinked and asked him: "Is it delicious?"

Roger originally wanted to say it wasn't delicious, but he thought that the other party had risked his life and worked hard to pick it, so he said against his will: "It's delicious."

“If it’s delicious, eat more.”

Aura handed over a few more yellow cherries. Roger frowned and ate them, enduring the sourness and swallowing them.

Then he saw Aura bending over with a "hehe" smile, and a few cherries in his pocket fell out.

She smiled and said: "Your face is deformed, and you still say it tastes delicious?"

Roger was very embarrassed. He hesitated: "I am, I am, I am afraid that you will be unhappy."

"Fool, if it tastes good, it tastes good. If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good. There's nothing bad to say."

Aura picked a few and ate them, her face wrinkled.

"Shit, it's not ripe yet. I went to the top of the tree to pick it, but it's still not ripe enough. Here, just make do with a few more."

She showed her pocket to Roger, and he grabbed a handful. The two of them ate unripe cherries face to face, looking at each other making various faces unconsciously, and they laughed at each other.

"You are ugly."

"You are uglier."

"You're uglier than me."

"You are uglier than me."

Then they all started giggling, so Roger felt that the cherries were not so unpalatable, and he ate them happily.

After finally filling their stomachs, they sat down next to each other and leaned against the tree trunk to rest.

Roger asked hopefully: "Do you know how to get to Palermo?"

Aura said blankly: "What the hell is Palermo? Is it a name? A mountain? Or a tree?"

Roger was a little speechless. He explained: "Palermo is a city, a place name, close to the sea in the north."

Aura made an analogy: "Like the damn village of Villafranca?"

Roger looked at Aura with a childish look: "Yes, it's the name of a place, but Palermo is bigger than that village. There are more than 200,000 people there."

Aura pointed her finger: "What?"

Roger knew that he had met another student who failed mathematics.

He said: "Stop counting. It's more than the hairs of your head and mine combined. You can't count it."

Aura touched her hair: "Are there many people in the town?

The old man always wanders around the mountains, but sometimes he goes to the town to buy salt and other things, and to sell some of the things he robbed.

Sometimes he would take me there, and sometimes I would meet merchants selling goods. They had many interesting and delicious things.

Another time I met a magician. He took three cups and a ball and asked us to guess which cup the ball was in. Everyone always guessed wrong and no one could guess it right. It was really magical.

I like going to towns, do you have these in your city called Palermo?”
Chapter completed!