'Since the old gravekeeper and Zorro were fine before, the cemetery should be safe...'
'Or...a ghoul just showed up recently?'
'It's troublesome... Zorro has a clear sleeve, can he move? I don't have a job anymore?'
"With my current body, no job, and no food, how can I survive in the wilderness? That would be too miserable."
The hardships of life in the wild are beyond the imagination of modern people, and even the ancients found it unbearable.
Unless absolutely necessary, he is still unwilling to give up his current stable environment.
After all, Zorro’s identity is so useful!
The only old gravekeeper who knew him well was dead, 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 am also setting a small goal for myself:
"First, live well, at least until the end of dimensionality reduction... I hope the difference in time flow rate between the two sides will not be too terrifying."
"Second, improve yourself by the way, explore the extraordinary system of this low-dimensional world, and blend with the spiritual system..."
Not long after, the outline of a small town appeared in front of Aaron's eyes.
The path paved with bluestone slabs remains new for a long time, but at the entrance, there is a tall arrow tower.
On top of the arrow tower, there were archers patrolling, which made Aaron feel bad.
The emergence of this war-functional building seems to indicate one thing - there has never been peace in this land, and it has always been in chaos.
Because he was an acquaintance, Zorro entered the town directly without encountering any difficulties from the patrolling militia.
The original Zorro, after saving a little money, would go to the only pub in the town, order a glass of the cheapest rye beer, and flirt with the waitress.
But Aaron is not in the mood today.
He searched for a long time on the only commercial street in the town and entered a grocery store.
"Our gravekeeper, what do you need?"
The owner of the grocery store, a tall aunt with a bucket waist, asked with a smile.
"Please give me some refined salt, and some candles...Finally, are there any cheap spices?"
Aaron glanced around and said.
"Spice? Haha, does our little Zorro finally know how to pursue women? I have told you before that spending money on tavern waitresses is not what a good young man should do."
Aunt Sophia smiled.
It seems that she misunderstood Aaron's intention of buying spices: "I recommend this wisteria orchid fragrance powder. All the girls in our town like to use this!"
Aunt Sophia took out a small jar, opened it and let Aaron smell it.
"Okay, that's it. Give me a small package."
Aaron nodded, feeling that this place was still a little different from the European Middle Ages.
For example, there are significant differences in the abundance of spices and some personal hygiene habits.
'That's right...after all, this is a world where extraordinary powers exist. How can it be exactly the same?'
He walked out of the grocery store and suddenly saw a group of soldiers marching past the street.
These soldiers wore leather armor with the emblem of the Lancaster family - a gryphon head with yellow feathers on a white background!
Most of them held spears and bows and arrows in their hands, followed the knights wrapped in iron cans, and drove out of the town majestically.
"What...is going on?"
Someone asked next to me.
"It's the Baron...it's said that he and Baron Roland next door were fighting over the prey of a deer!"
Another well-informed person answered in a lower voice.
'Because of a deer?'
'Well...it's still the same as the Middle Ages after all.'
Aaron complained and left town.
He doesn't want to cause trouble, let alone get involved in it.
The return trip went smoothly, and Aaron returned to his gravekeeper's hut before dark.
"The feeling of having no power... is really unbearable."
When night fell, he took out his knife and lit the candle.
Three candles form a triangle. After adding spices inside, they immediately burn with fragrant aroma.
Aaron sprinkled a circle of salt outside, and then recited in pure spiritual language:
“Creator above Creator!”
"The absolute observer standing above the dimension!"
"The great spirit of falsehood!"
…
Half an hour later, nothing happened.
"Is there no response? Does this mean that the authority of my creator cannot cover multiple dimensions? No...impossible!"
Aaron is well aware of his own strength.
"Then...either you are too lazy to pay attention? Or you are sleeping?"
"Damn, I am not a human being, my clone has no human rights!"
Aaron complained.
As soon as he finished complaining, he suddenly trembled all over and his eyes instantly turned pure white.
Then, before his eyes, an ancient scene of jade buildings, clouds and fairy mountains emerged.
The fairy spring is gurgling and the music girls are fluttering. What a grand scene of the fairy family!
Countless immortals wearing enchanting rings and wielding fairy birds and flying swords are gathering together to congratulate the Immortal Immortal of Immortality on his birthday!
Almost at the first sight, Aaron knew that this was the fairyland!
"After I became the Creator, I released all the clones I took back?"
"This is... the clones of Gou Dao from the world of cultivating immortals. Have they all blended into the immortal world and become an immortal?"
Aaron suddenly became angry.
We are both clones, so why are our situations so different?
The next moment, he saw the Immortal Lord nodding slightly towards him, and a glass of wine flew over to him.
The jade liquid in the jasper cup instantly passed through the obstacles of many worlds and dimensions, turned into a drop of sweet rain, and fell on Aaron's forehead.
"call!"
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and felt that all the ailments in his body were gone and all his ailments were gone!
The whole person instantly couldn't be better!
"After all, the clone pities the clone, good brother, what's yours is mine, mine...forget it, I have nothing worth worrying about..."
A smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth.
Although when greeting that drop of sweet rain, there was a sentence from the Immortal Immortal of Immortality, to the effect that it was only for this time and would not happen next time, but it was enough!
"Come out, my golden finger!"
[Name: Aaron (Zorro)]
[Talent: Immortality]
【Age:25】
[Skill: Reading and Writing (Beginner)]
…
Then, Aaron's expression fell.
The Immortal Lord Changsheng was truly a good brother, so he actually sold the pot and gave him the golden finger he used back then.
And Aaron just wanted to say: "I'll give you a hard time... Let's add some points or deductions, even if it's a sign-in system, is it difficult? Throw the unwanted garbage to me... You want me to endure your suffering all over again.
What?"
Okay, he knows that this clone of the Immortal Lord came to see his joke on purpose!
This panel is useless!
As for the status of an immortal? Do you think he doesn’t have it?
They are all clones of the original entity and have the same essence. Who is discriminating against whom?
It's just that now that it's over, Aaron just thinks that the other party is giving him a free treatment - it's better than nothing!
"At least, my cold and weakness are all gone... This body suffered a lot when it was young and was very sub-healthy. Now it has been cured and it is back to its peak condition!"
Aaron looked at his hands.
Originally, Zorro's hands were not only covered with calluses, but also had small scars from cuts and burns, but now... they all disappeared!
He clenched his fists and felt that his muscles were strong and strong. He couldn't help but feel satisfied: "Very good... A good body is the capital of a career! Coupled with a weapon... I can fight five of the ordinary soldiers I saw today."
!”
It is very important to have the initial force to protect yourself!
Aaron thought for a while, sprinkled the salt outside the house, and then fell asleep peacefully.
According to spiritual theory, salt is a sacred substance that can drive away impurity.
Or... show traces of ghosts and ghosts.
Although the dimensions are different, there is nothing wrong with giving it a try.
…
the next day.
The sun shines.
Aaron got up, put the salt and mud together, and put them away.
After all, salt is quite expensive. If someone saw this scene, they would probably think they were crazy!
And... you can still use it at night!
The elusive ghoul was a thorn in Aaron's heart.
However... now that he left the cemetery, he had nowhere else to go, so he had to make do with it first.
After cleaning the house, Aaron broke off a willow branch, bit it open, and used the wood fiber inside as a toothbrush to clean himself.
Breakfast was still black bread as usual, which was the staple food of the lower class in this era.
"When I first traveled through time... I didn't even eat this kind of thing."
Aaron thought angrily while trying to soften the bread.
"Because I can read and write... there won't be many problems in applying for a clerkship in the future."
Just as Aaron was thinking about his future career plans, a long-legged young man ran into the cemetery: "Zorro... prepare a cemetery."
He is tall and thin, with some freckles on his face. He is the son of the old corpse-carrying man in the town - Evie!
According to the tradition in the town, 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 his father's job.
It's like Zorro took over the duties of the tombkeeper.
But in fact - Evie has already started to help his father with work.
Aaron's expression changed: "Is someone dead?"
"Well, it's Soldier Ron..."
Ivey just came to inform Aaron: "He died on the battlefield. The Baron rewarded his parents and may even attend his funeral in person. You should prepare well..."
"I know."
Aaron nodded, this is just like a superior's inspection, he understands everything.
After a pause, he asked curiously: "Is the battlefield so fierce?"
"no!"
Ivey's expression was a little strange: "Poor Ron... he accidentally tripped and fell while charging on the battlefield, and hit the back of his head on a stone and died..."
"Poor guy."
Aaron couldn't help but sympathize with him, he was an unfortunate man.
"Now everyone is envious of the Ron family. Although Ron is dead, his parents still have many children... The Baron gave the Ron family a bag of silver coins and announced that his family will become free citizens."
Ivey said with envy.
In this era, human life is not valuable, or... the life of the poor is valuable!
Although it is helpless, it is reality.
"well……"
Aaron sighed, and then continued to chat casually, asking about the recent interesting things in the town.
Ivey did not doubt his presence and casually told a few interesting things.
One of them caught Aaron's attention.
"Do you still remember those scoundrels? Smith's wife found the sheriff today and said that Smith has been missing for more than a day..."
"Then what?" Aaron asked.
"No more..." Ivey shrugged: "It's not uncommon for that group of scoundrels to disappear for a few days...I even suspect that they are connected to gangs and have been doing criminal activities!"
"All right……"
Aaron had to admit that he overestimated the vigilantes of this era.
The other party has no sense of responsibility at all and only wants to make money!
…
It's afternoon.
A group of people came to the cemetery and brought a lot of life to the silent cemetery.
In front of a newly opened tomb of Aaron, a dark coffin was parked quietly, saying final farewells to relatives.
Ron's parents are a pair of honest farmers. At this time, his mother was sobbing quietly 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 was over, Aaron and Ivey placed 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 simple - 'brave son, loyal soldier'!
There is also a carriage on the edge of the cemetery.
The carriage is richly decorated with a gryphon emblem on it, and there are several knights guarding it nearby.
But even without a badge, the one 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 quickly saluted.
"You have done a good job. Those who are loyal to me should get a decent ending!"
Lancaster has blue eyes and a broad forehead, and he doesn't look like a nobleman who would fight a nearby lord over a small deer.
The girl beside him had the same eye color as him and was looking at the two of them curiously.
This is Lancaster's third daughter, Miss Catherine.
"Those who work hard should be rewarded!"
Lankester tossed two silver coins over casually.
"Thank you, sir!"
For people of this era, accepting rewards from superiors is a matter of course and a very honorable thing.
Looking at the carriage leaving the baron, Aaron threw a silver coin to Ivie.
This is what he deserves.
"My Lord Baron is so generous..." Ivey rubbed the silver coin over and over. The portrait on it had long been worn away, and the quality was very poor. It was probably a coin privately minted by a noble.
"Um."
Aaron put the silver coins away and nodded.
"Now that you have 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 gives her money!"
Aaron rolled his eyes, but nodded: "But that's right, you spend the money you make. Let's go have a drink together tonight..."
In a long life, there must be some fun. Anyway, Aaron will never admit that he was influenced by the Immortal Lord of Immortality...
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