His head was a little groggy, and when he touched his forehead, it turned out to be a little hot.
Obviously, he had a fever.
'This dimensionality reduction... I'm not very lucky.'
Dry and cracked lips, weak limbs...
Aaron was deeply aware of the frailty that befell this body.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of this that the original owner died directly and left his body to him, right?
The so-called dimensionality reduction is to transfer thinking to another lower dimension.
Even, there is not only one dimensional world.
In the Bloody Battle Martial Arts Hall, there are several carefully marked planes that have been mostly explored and marked as suitable for apprentices to train and break through.
Unfortunately, those prices are too high.
Otherwise, the only option is to try your luck and develop unknown dimensions.
There is only one Lang in Aaron, so he naturally chooses to explore unknown dimensions.
Moreover, just the transfer of thoughts can be completed in the virtual universe, which is very convenient.
"Generally speaking... when exploring unknown dimensions, there is a 97% chance of falling into the gap between dimensions and being directly annihilated by thinking... I think I'm pretty lucky."
"But...according to spiritual intuition...this should be the most suitable dimensional world for me, right?"
Aaron murmured.
At this time, he calmed down and discovered more differences: "In this world... spirituality cannot be used?"
"No...it should be because the basic rules of the dimension are different and need to be deleted...If the deity or the secret source is there, maybe they can directly force it and instantly tamper with the basic rules of a world...that is, you don't adapt to the world, but let the world adapt.
Myself! But I can’t do it..."
"How long has it been since you felt such a weak feeling?"
"Once my body dies and my mind is annihilated, the body on Pluto will also be dead... This is the price of dimensionality reduction!"
"It's no wonder that most of those who succeeded in dimensionality reduction were able to break through in the end...after all, they had the consciousness to gamble with their lives..."
Aaron did not force himself to get up, but continued to lie down.
The soft yet rough touch beneath his body told him that he was probably lying on a hard board covered with hay, or on the ground.
And as Aaron started to think, more sporadic memories emerged little by little...
Zorro, Yharnam Town, Cemetery...
Countless lights and shadows float, and there are also some strange language messages...
Fortunately, Aaron was very accustomed to this, and he quickly absorbed and understood the language, and then sorted out other memories of this body.
'His name is Zorro... He was originally an orphan and was adopted and raised by the old gravekeeper of the cemetery...'
'When the old tombkeeper died, Zorro inherited the other party's tombkeeper's position and continued to be the tombkeeper in the town... He had to patrol several acres of the cemetery every night, and the lamp oil was provided by the local lord, because
His career is quite unlucky, and he has never been married so far... Well, although he is only in his twenties, in this ancient times similar to the Middle Ages, he is definitely considered an older young man.'
'The wine in the tavern in Yanan Town is good, and the waitress is also very beautiful... Well, why are you so impressed by this? Well... it is normal for the tavern waitress to have a natural and pollution-free second career.'
…
After resting for a while, Aaron reluctantly got up.
He was wearing clothes made of linen, which were already full of patches and stains.
At this moment, there was a creak and the small wooden door opened.
Rows of tombstones, lying or standing, spread out along the road in an orderly manner, with no end in sight...
This is a cemetery and Zorro's home.
"Only death is fair and is the final gift that time gives to everyone!"
Aaron looked at the statue of a veiled woman holding a sickle and muttered to himself.
Immediately, he held the lantern and began to move slowly in the cemetery.
"Hoo ho!"
His body was still very weak and he would gasp for breath after walking a few steps.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Aaron to arrive at his destination.
That's the entrance to the cemetery, with a row of 'Whomping Willows' planted!
Well, it's actually a plant similar to a willow tree. Its branches are very long and can easily hit people when blown by the wind.
He picked off a few willow branches and leaves, and peeled off some willow bark.
I put the peeled fresh branches in my mouth and chewed them. I don't know if it was a psychological illusion, but I felt that all the symptoms were much better.
'What the hell... In ancient times, there was a lack of medical treatment and medicine, and a cold and fever could be fatal...'
'Fortunately, the remaining ones who can survive should be in good physical condition, so they can carry it through, right?'
Aaron took the things back to the tombkeeper's hut and decided to boil willow bark water to drink early tomorrow morning.
‘I don’t know what this low-dimensional world is like?’
'Zorro is just a tombkeeper after all, and his field of vision is very narrow... It's good to know that the town of Yharnam belongs to Baron Lancaster...'
The green taste in his mouth gradually spread, and Aaron felt inexplicably emotional.
The world seems to be still in a stage similar to the European Middle Ages.
The people are ignorant and the lord is arrogant...
It feels like I'm back to the very beginning when I just started traveling.
"Green forest..."
Aaron sighed: "It turns out...unknowingly, have I come this far?"
He turned off the lantern and looked at the moonlight outside the window, dazed for a long time.
Suddenly, the flickering of a few lights attracted Aaron's attention.
It is already late at night and no one will come to mourn their loved ones.
Obviously, those lights may have been brought by the tomb robbers, the mortal enemies of the tomb keeper.
They like to dig up the graves of buried people and steal the grave goods.
This is quite despicable behavior.
Once caught, it is possible to be beheaded directly!
Zorro's instinct made Aaron want to venture out and stop these tomb robbers, but he was quickly suppressed by Aaron.
'I'm so weak now that I can't beat a child... Why should I stop the tomb robbers?'
'Even if I can stop it, the price is too high and I can't bear it...'
'It's better to wait until they are satisfied and leave...'
'Then I can go and restore the tomb, so that I can at least hide it for a long time, or even a lifetime!'
Aaron naturally chose Gou's response.
After all, if he dies, the dimensionality-reducing body will also die!
Even if it's a clone, it's good to be alive.
Just when he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep until dawn and wipe the butt of those tomb robbers, a scream suddenly rang out, tearing the peaceful night apart.
"Depend on!"
Aaron's eyes that had just been closed opened again: "Can you be a bit of a tomb robber? You're a robber, you're no longer a tomb robber, you're a robber!"
Although he complained, he obviously knew that something was definitely wrong with the group of tomb robbers outside!
He lay on the crack of the door and carefully observed the scene in the cemetery.
Several tomb robbers ran away, calling words like "Mommy" in their mouths. They were obviously very frightened.
It seemed as if something terrible was chasing them in the darkness.
The screams came one after another, and if it weren't for the remote location of the cemetery, they might have woken up half the town.
Immediately, there were two more screams, and two more lanterns in the dark night went out.
That's the direction outside the cemetery!
The last remaining tomb robber immediately changed his escape direction and rushed towards the only eye-catching building - the tombkeeper's hut!
Bang bang!
He is a man in his thirties or forties with brown hair and a hooked nose. He is banging on the door frantically: "Open the door quickly and let me in! Open the door quickly!"
The back of the door was blocked tightly by Aaron, adding the weight of his own body.
"Who do you think you are? How shameless do you want me to take risks with you?"
He complained in his mind, and heard people outside shouting: "Zorro...Zorro...I am Smith, we had a drink together, open the door quickly! That monster...that monster is coming soon!"
"Smith?"
Aaron blinked and remembered it. He was indeed somewhat impressed, but not familiar with it.
"Is it... a monster?"
He murmured and pressed the door panel tighter. No matter how dirty the Smith outside was, he remained unmoved.
Soon, Smith's voice outside the door changed from cursing to screaming!
"ah!"
Immediately, he quickly became quiet, and only the numbing sound of chewing could be heard.
Aaron looked out through the crack in the door.
In the darkness, under the moonlight, a vague figure vaguely emerged.
The opponent had a protruding jaw like a hyena, abnormally long claws and nails, and was covered in fungi in many places, like a corpse.
At this time, the 'corpse' was dragging Smith slowly into the darkness.
'Ghoul?'
Aaron blinked.
The appearance of this monster does look very similar to the legendary ghoul.
But what surprised Aaron was that at a certain moment in the darkness, the other party's back disappeared suddenly!
It’s as if he can teleport!
'A supernatural evil creature that can teleport?'
'It seems...there is still extraordinary power in this world...'
'It's just...should I report to Baron Lancaster tomorrow?'
'According to common sense, this is indeed what should be done...but who knows whether the superior will anger me at will?'
'Besides, even if you ask me to be your guide to find that ghoul, it will be troublesome!'
'The other person didn't attack me just now? Did he know me, or did he already have enough food and was full?'
Thoughts emerged one after another in Aaron's mind.
…
The next day.
early morning.
At dawn, Aaron walked out of the tombkeeper's hut.
At this time, there were several shocking bloody handprints on the door of the house.
The ground was covered with traces of dried, dark brown blood.
He glanced at it, then fetched water as if nothing had happened, washed away the blood stains on the door, and turned over the soil to cover the previous blood stains.
He also followed the same method for several other murder scenes.
It had to be said that after sweating, he felt that his symptoms had improved a lot, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Finally, he came to the place where these tomb robbers were preparing to rob the tomb last night.
Its location is very remote, in the corner of the cemetery, and it may have been established for more than a hundred years.
At least, Aaron remembered, few people came to pay their respects.
Therefore, even if a tomb is robbed, it may be covered up for a long time - this is the idea of the tomb robbers.
pity……
He shook his head, picked up the shovel discarded by the tomb robber next to him, shoveled the soil and sent it back.
Then, restore the fallen tombstone.
The tombstone has long become mottled, but the epitaph on it is still quite clear - "If you really have no place to live, I don't mind if the two of us squeeze in together"
There is another line of text below, which is the name and the date of birth and death, most of which has been worn away.
It can only be vaguely discerned that he is a man named 'Jal Braganza', but the dates of his birth and death are completely unclear.
'Huh? I actually know the letters? No, it's the meaning of these letters.'
Aaron looked at the tombstone and suddenly recalled the scene when the old tombkeeper held Zorro's hand and taught him writing knowledge as he passed the tombstone one by one.
'In this era when all the people are illiterate, the old tombkeeper is also a person with stories... It's a pity that he is dead.'
The old gravekeeper died of old age himself, and the grave is also in this cemetery. It was Zorro who dug it himself.
Aaron was silent for a moment, and after restoring the tomb, he went to another part of the cemetery.
Under the relatively new tombstone, there is a bouquet of daisies.
It can be seen that the surroundings are taken care of very carefully.
Aaron observed a moment of silence, picked some flowers, and buried them next to the tomb: "Zorro also died last night... From today on, I am Aaron!"
…
The work of the tomb keeper is mostly at night, and they need to patrol the cemetery to prevent the souls of the dead from being disturbed by tomb thieves.
During the day, it is quite relaxing.
The old tombkeeper even opened several acres of wheat fields and vegetable gardens near the cemetery.
The baron of the Lancaster family was a very stingy man and provided very little to the tombkeeper. The old tombkeeper also raised a Zorro before, so he had to find a way to supplement it.
In fact, Aaron felt that apart from being a little unlucky, the job of a tombkeeper was actually a good job in this era.
After all... it is a 'public office' just like the mayor, tax collector, and militia captain in a small town, and it is possible to receive the lord's salary!
Just this, it has exceeded 99% of farmers!
Because the illness was not fully recovered, Aaron chose to rest in the morning while sorting out Zorro's last memories.
According to the other party's experience, there is no church organization in this world.
Even nature worship such as the Green Banyan Tree Grandmother is rare.
Almost everyone only recognizes power!
Whoever has strength is the real strong man!
But in the countryside, there are occasionally legends about monsters such as hags, water corpses, and ghosts.
Fortunately, in these legends, these monsters are not very strong. Some are easily eliminated by the lords leading their soldiers, while others are easily eliminated by passing demon hunters.
"Witcher?"
Aaron's eyes lit up: "They should have certain extraordinary abilities, making it easier for them to come into contact with the extraordinary system of this world..."
"But... I still have to find my own strength."
Lunch was very simple, consisting of teeth-hard black bread. Aaron boiled a pot of water, then put the black bread that he had finally cut off into the pot and boiled it until he could barely eat it.
When he got there, he decided to visit Yanan Town.
After all, some ritual materials can only be purchased in the town!
