Soon, Heath learned the ins and outs of the matter from Varner, which sounded roughly similar to the ghost legends widely circulated in the countryside...
Varner said that a few months ago, a banshee suddenly came to the forest. The first person who discovered her was a hunter who entered the forest. According to the hunter, he saw the banshee wearing a scary white dress in the forest.
drift...
"...Pete said: 'She was standing there, smiling horribly at him through the bushes, with scarlet blood flowing between her teeth...'"
After that, some people heard the cry of babies in the forest, and some even saw two transparent hands appearing in the river dragging drinking animals into the water, blue will-o'-wisps floating back and forth in the forest, etc.
All kinds of horrific and abnormal phenomena.
Therefore, the rumor that the man-eating banshee lived in the forest naturally spread.
"...The market was not very good during this period. Since then, no one has been willing to enter the forest. If I am not in a hurry to need some travel money to leave here, to be honest, I am not willing to take the risk.
"Varner sighed, feeling very helpless about the current situation.
According to the laws here, any civilian who wants to leave the territory during a state of war must pay a tax to the lord to redeem his freedom, otherwise he will be treated as a deserter.
Heath frowned.
He thought he could quickly identify the type of banshee in the forest, but after hearing the detailed description, he was a little confused.
A baby crying? A wailing banshee capable of multiple terrifying screams?
Two transparent hands appear in the river? Are they water fairies who are born with the talent of water and can control plants?
Blue will-o'-the-wisp... This seems to be a characteristic only for ghosts, right?
Scarlet blood flowed from the gaps between the teeth. Could this... be a vampire?
Damn it, how many banshees live here?
Taken individually, each phenomenon described by Varner can easily find a corresponding banshee, but when they are combined, Heath really doesn't know what banshee can have so many characteristics.
'Forget it, just go in and take a look and you will know!'
After thinking about it, Heath decided to put these speculations aside and go in to see for himself. Except for a few high-level banshees, most banshees were relatively easy to deal with.
Moreover, no matter how you look at it, this thing is always weird. If there really is such a strange banshee that grew up in a land without demons... Heath felt that the person who discovered her might be selected for the column of the World Wizarding Journal...
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The matter was settled like this. After lunch, everyone took their hunting equipment and walked into the forest. The terrain in the wild forest was complicated and horses could not walk, so they had to walk.
Ten minutes in the afternoon, wilderness forest.
"Creak~Creak~" The sound of boots stepping on the thick weeds resounded in the forest, and Heath and his party slowly walked towards the depths of the forest.
"Don't move!" Suddenly, Varner said.
Everyone stopped quickly.
Then he saw Varner carefully walking towards a tree directly in front. When he came closer, his left hand grabbed the tree trunk like lightning, and when he retracted his arm, there was already a gray-brown thread on his hand.
snake.
"snake!"
"Let me go, why are there snakes there? I can't see them at all!"
Everyone was amazed.
The snake's markings and color were exactly the same as those of the tree trunk. It was completely unnoticeable as it lay motionless on the tree trunk. If they had just walked over like this stupidly, they would most likely have been bitten hard.
Until this moment, everyone including Heath felt that this guide was worth it!
This is not the first time that this has happened since entering the forest. First there were two lizards, then a poisonous bush, and now a poisonous snake. The situation in the forest was far more complicated than they expected, but Val
Nathan was always able to predict danger before it came. Without him, Heath and the others might not have been able to penetrate deep into the forest.
Varner held the venomous snake with his left hand and took out a dagger with his right hand and cut it on the snake's head. The twisted snake stopped moving. He explained: "This is a piebald snake. It is highly venomous. If you are bitten by it, you will be killed."
Adults will also pass out quickly."
As he spoke, he threw the venomous snake into a linen bag he carried with him. This was agreed upon before, and all the prey hunted in it, except for the bear monsters, belonged to him.
Heath asked: "How long until we find our prey?"
Varner said: "It will probably take two days at the earliest."
Heath wondered: "So long?"
Varner said: "Don't worry, my young master, bears are very smart creatures. They live far away from humans in the depths of the forest. It is difficult to find them without some hard work."
"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!" At this moment, there were waves of dog barking from ahead.
"Huh? Did you find anything about shoelaces and bones?"
Varner hurried forward and soon came to a bush. At this time, two hounds were surrounding the bush and barking non-stop.
The hunter took out a long wooden stick that he carried with him and carefully pushed aside the bushes. There was actually a metal object inside -
A bear trap!
Varner was stunned: "Bear trap?"
He stared at the bear trap for a while, and then snorted: "Which 'genius' did this? If you put the bear trap in a place like this, some unlucky blind rat might run into it!"
After a burst of ridicule at his colleagues, he restored the bushes to their original shape. The soldiers next to him also laughed for a while. Such a conspicuous arrangement seemed a bit stupid even to laymen like them.
Heath did not laugh, but stared at the unprofessional bear trap for a while, his expression thoughtful...
....
Until ten o'clock in the evening, there was still no trace of the bear monster, so Varner found a camp for everyone. It was a valley, next to a creek, hidden deep in the jungle. It would have been impossible if he was not familiar with the terrain.
turn up.
Wilderness forest, river valley.
On the river beach covered by thick green grass, soldiers were busy collecting firewood, building bonfires, cleaning animal offal and preparing food, etc.
Heath was sitting on a tree trunk chopped down by the soldiers, reading a book he carried with him.
"Hey, the one-week cooling period is over, and the three drawing opportunities are refreshed." At this moment, the system's prompt sounded suddenly.
Hmm? Refreshed?
Heath also became happy when he heard the prompt tone of this system. Now the draw every week is definitely one of the things he looks forward to most, just like sending him three lottery tickets every week to claim the prize, and the winning rate is 100
%.
What should I extract?
Heath immediately thought about his goal, and soon, he had his first goal——
Hunter Varna.
During the morning trip, Varna left a deep impression on him. Considering that he might also have to explore deep mountains and old forests in the future, if he could also master Varna's rich experience, it would really be twice the result with half the effort!
With this in mind, he immediately aimed at Varner and threw it up.
At the same time, silently recite in my heart: Experience! Experience! Experience!
Probably his prayers had an effect...
"Dip, the extraction is successful and you get [Varna's hunting experience]."
Blessing to the soul!
A large amount of unfamiliar knowledge poured into Heath's mind, including bow and arrow skills, any identification of animal traces, how to identify poisonous insects, characteristics of poisonous species, how to prevent mosquitoes at night... all about how to become a hunter.
What Varner had learned almost all his life was transferred to Heath in this moment, making him an excellent hunter.
"Haha! Oh yeah!"
Heath was so happy.
"Is there anything to be happy about? Young Master?" I don't know if he felt something, but Varner, who was so embarrassed, suddenly walked towards Heath, carrying a cowhide water bag in his hand, and sat next to Heath.
.
Heath quickly stopped his smile, shook his head and said, "No, I just remembered some happy things."
Varna suddenly asked: "Are you from your hometown?"
Heath didn't know why he asked, but he still borrowed the donkey to go downhill: "Yes, from my hometown."
Varna sighed: "It's really enviable. There are wonderful things in your hometown that make you happy and miss you, but my hometown is so bad that it makes people want to leave."
"Uh..." Heath didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Just at this moment, an old voice took over: "Then you should try to change it instead of running away from it."
Klein came over, took out his handkerchief and put it on the tree trunk before sitting down. He said in a calm voice: "No one's hometown is born prosperous. Even the prosperous Lionheart King relies on local hard work.
The people built it brick by brick.”
"When you encounter wild beasts, fight them off; when encountering floods, build embankments and dams; when encountering war, put an end to the war; only after the storm has passed can you see the rainbow; when encountering problems, just run away; that is the sign of a coward. A coward is
You can’t find good things anywhere.”
Klein curled his lips: "Come on!"
He looked a little unhappy and said sarcastically: "Does what you call courage mean to follow those nobles to the battlefield and fight to defend their rights and desires? Is this called courage? In order to make it easier for them to insult us
Wives and daughters, fight to open more brothels, right?”
Klein shook his head and said, "Not every noble is like this."
Varner sarcastically said: "Yes, His Highness Albert will not. Everyone believes that he can bring a good harvest to this land, make people full of food, and even bring justice and fairness. People are willing to fight for him, even if
You give your life, but what about others?”
"Oh! Yes!"
"He has been sent to the grave by the old madman!"