Claude believed that he would never forget this night again. When the matchlock gun in Verricro's hand made a thunderous sound, the entire forest suddenly became quiet. Except for the sound of wind and running water, the only ones heard were those few heads.
The sound of a mountain deer flying towards the woods. But all Claude could see was the body of the shot mountain deer trembling slightly in the stream.
The four people held torches and walked towards the shot mountain deer. Verricro grabbed good gunpowder and a gun for the match rope, handed it to Claude, and asked the three of them to be on guard, while he would take the shot at the creek.
The carcass of a mountain deer was skinned and disemboweled.
"We can't carry this mountain deer back to the camp and dissect it, otherwise the camp will be filled with the smell of blood and attract wild beasts in the forest. That is not a good result for us. The biggest possibility is that we are armed
If you keep your eyes open all night, no one will have the energy to climb the mountain tomorrow..."
While chattering, Verricro skillfully used the short knife in his hand to cut the mountain deer's skin and peel it off: "...For a hunter, it is best to skin the prey that has just been killed immediately, because the muscles are still loose and elastic.
, can quickly separate the skin and flesh. If it has been dead for a long time and the whole thing is hard, then it will be a little difficult to peel the skin. If you are not careful, you will cut the fur and you will not get a complete skin. Of course, these are my
My father taught me..."
The moonlight in the distance shines on the creek, dancing with dots of silver scales. Four torches are inserted into the ground nearby, and the firelight illuminates the area brightly. Claude, Bockard, and Erikson are holding
Weapons, look at the silent woods, then look at Verricro who is dissecting a mountain deer, and then listen to his chatter, blood is constantly flowing down the stream...
It only took half an hour for Viricero to break the mountain deer into four large pieces, including the head, four hooves, tail and internal organs. He soaked the mountain deer skin in the stream for a while and then rolled it up.
He got up, rinsed the four large pieces of mountain venison, and connected them with two canes. Only then did Viricolo say with satisfaction: "Let's go, we should go back."
This mountain deer is not big. After decomposition, the four large pieces of meat are estimated to be only about 20 kilograms. After returning to the camp, Claude cleaned the iron vortex, chopped the left front leg meat into small pieces and threw them into the iron pot.
Then hang it on the campfire to cook slowly, and prepare the other three large pieces of meat to be divided into strips, and then use the fire smoke to make bacon, so that you can take it home if you don’t finish it. After all, it is the first meal for four people.
A prey, or a mountain deer, take it back and let your family have a try, and you can also brag about it...
Verricro cut down a few branches and built a shelf, then laid the mountain deer hide on the shelf, and used a knife to carefully clean the meat scraps and blood tendons that were not separated when peeling off the leather.
Then apply charcoal ash on top...
Bockaar and Erikson had long since lost their sleep. They clicked their tongues around the mountain deer skin: "Vero, your shot was so accurate. It went right through the head without damaging the fur on the body. I bet
This mountain deer skin can be sold for one silver thaler in the town..."
"More than that," Bockal shook his head: "This is mountain deer skin. All hunters know that mountain deer are the most sensitive animals. They are simply elves in the mountains and forests. And they are very timid. If there is any movement, they will run away immediately, trying to hunt.
It is very difficult to get to mountain deer. I didn’t expect that we were so lucky to catch such a mountain deer. The fur was so complete. Not to mention the leather goods shops in the town, even the tailors would rush for it. No one
We won’t sell silver tales for five riaso…”
"Vero, why don't we go to the creek to ambush again tomorrow night? Maybe we can catch another mountain deer." Erikson's eyes flashed with gold, and this would appear in his mind among the woods.
What is running away is not a mountain deer, but a piece of silver taler.
"No, there will be no mountain deer coming to drink water tomorrow." Verricro shook his head and did not slow down the movement of his hands: "You all know that mountain deer are very timid animals, but their memory is also very weak.
Very good. We killed this mountain deer in the creek. Then for a long time in the future, these mountain deer will not go to the creek to drink water. Because they will remember that they lost a partner there.
."
After drinking broth and nibbling venison, Bockar and Erikson went to bed first. Since it was the first night of camping, Verricro decided that it would be better to stay overnight with Claude. What's the matter?
There was also a plan to take care of the matter. After three or four hours, Bockaar and Erikson would be called up to change shifts.
Viricero had moved the rack of mountain deer skin to the campfire, preparing to roast it over the fire to make the skin dry. He took a knife and cut a few pieces of mountain deer meat and roasted it on the fire, with fat dripping on the fire.
It makes a "chi la chi la" sound.
Seeing Claude hanging the sliced venison strips on the fire for smoking, Verricro pointed to a few pieces of venison that had been castrated with salt and asked: "Do these pieces also need to be hung?"
"No, I'm going to use these pieces of venison to fry steaks tomorrow morning. Didn't we bring a pan and a piece of butter? It's just for breakfast. I think the venison won't go bad if it stays overnight."
Claude replied.
"It won't break." Viricero said with certainty, "It's not hot at night, it's very cool. Besides, you sprayed it with salt, so it won't break so quickly."
Claude hung up the bacon and walked back to sit down: "Vero, are we really going to the magic tower ruins tomorrow morning? We will also camp there at night?"
"Why, are you scared?"
"No, I really want to see if the ruins of the magic tower you mentioned are really that big. Look at those walls. I'm really curious about how the ancient magicians used those huge gray rocks to build that magic tower.
Tower’s…”
"Actually, I was surprised when I saw it. It's all broken walls. There's nothing interesting to see." Verricro stuffed the venison into his mouth. Probably because it wasn't roasted well, he bit into it a few times and then vomited it.
On the ground.
"Then, is there a basement at the ruins of the magic tower?" Claude asked: "I mean the magic tower has collapsed and there is no more top, so is there an underground layer below it? It's like the basement under our house.
?”
"There should be..." Viricero thought for a while and said: "I remember that there seemed to be three cave entrances going down, and there were stone steps, but I have never gone down there. I heard from my father that there is a layer below, but as time goes by,
, there is a thick layer of silt underneath, with a depth of one or two feet."
Three cave entrances going down? I don’t know whether they are three stone steps connected to the space below or the space below is divided into three spaces. Each space has a stone step...
Verricro said that he had never gone down there and didn't know what it was like down there. Claude thought to himself, at best, he could go and search behind the three stone stairs tomorrow to see if there was a man named Landers.
The diary is what the mage left behind.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Vericro asked curiously when he saw Claude staring blankly at the bonfire without saying anything.
"Nothing..." Claude looked at the blazing bonfire and said softly: "I was just imagining why the magicians at that time built such a magic tower on this Egret Island. By the way, Vero, almost everyone I saw
The books I read all say that magicians are evil, but they don’t say why they are evil. Do you know the reason?"
"I don't know either," Verricro replied apologetically: "You know I don't like reading, and I have no interest in history. My father taught me that just live your life well, why do you care so much? Anyway,
If there is any major issue, it will be up to the big shots to think about it, and it is none of our business..."
"Haha..." Claude also laughed: "Your father is right, just live your life well, don't worry about those messy big things, we are just little people. When we grow up, we will find a solution
It is enough to earn a national identity for yourself..."
The woods in the distance finally regained their liveliness, and various sounds came and went. Several screams of "Ouch..." came from the distance, and Verricro made a shushing gesture and listened attentively.
Soon Vericro disagreed: "It's okay, don't be nervous, that was probably the howling of a bobcat just now. They may have discovered the offal of the mountain deer we discarded on the creek, and they were fighting for food.
Fighting and screaming are their battle horns to threaten the enemy and declare their territory. They are afraid of humans and pose no danger to us."
Apart from this episode, there were no other incidents in the evening. After the venison was smoked, I saw that it was almost four o'clock, so I called Bockar and Ericson to get the match rope.
The guns were thrust into their hands, and Claude and Viricault got into the tent and prepared to sleep.
It was just his first time to go camping and he hunted a mountain deer. In addition, he could go to the magic tower ruins tomorrow, so Claude was a little excited and couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. After a long time, he listened to Viricolo's voice.
Claude finally drifted off to sleep amid slight snoring and the whispers of Bockard and Erikson who were on duty outside.
When he woke up again, it was already bright, and the sun was shining brightly on the tent. Through the gap in the tent curtain, Claude found that his three partners were busy dismantling another tent.
"What time is it?" Claude got out of the tent and stretched first.
"It's almost nine o'clock." Bockaar answered as he picked up the crystal hourglass and looked at the time scale. This was brought from home specially to keep track of time. It needs to be turned upside down every six hours to let the colored sand inside the hourglass start over.
Keep track of time.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier? It's so late..." Claude complained.
"Vero said that you were a little tired after working on bacon for a long time last night, so let us not call you and let you sleep a little longer. Okay, make breakfast quickly when you get up. We are all hungry."
Kesen said with a smile.
It seemed that they were hungry. Claude found that half of the broth in the iron pot that was hung on the campfire last night had been drunk by them, and even the bones had been chewed away. He quickly washed his face and rinsed his hands.
After a few breaths, I came to the half-extinguished campfire, put in some firewood, stirred the fire, put the fire on the pan, and began to fry the venison steaks.
After breakfast, the four of them packed up everything they needed for camping. Those who needed to be put on the boat were put into the cabin, and those that needed to be taken away packed their backpacks. Anyway, they were only camping at the Magic Tower ruins for one night, so they didn’t need to bring a lot of things.
According to Viricero's plan, he would arrive at the ruins at noon, so that he would still have an afternoon to hunt in the mountains and forests during the day to see if he was lucky enough to hunt some more prey. In the evening, he would camp in the ruins of the Magic Tower to exercise everyone's courage...
…
After walking along this abandoned rocky mountain road for a long time, Claude discovered that Verricro was right. Except for magicians, this mountain road really cannot be repaired with the investment of manpower and material resources. At the beginning, those rock blocks
It was hard to see the intermittences damaged by plants. After walking for a while, a large rocky mountain road appeared in front of him. Claude realized that this rocky mountain road was not a ladder type, but a winding mountain road winding upwards around the mountainside.
It is conceivable that when this rocky mountain road is intact, you can take a carriage from the foot of the mountain to the magic tower on the top of the mountain...
Boker and Erikson were also amazed by this rocky mountain road, which led to a long discussion about the various horrific legends of Bailuzhou. The two almost spread the rumors about Bailuzhou that were circulating in the town.
They were all retold, many of which Claude had never heard of. Ericson knew the most, and this should be related to the fact that he often hung out with the sailors on the dock to listen to stories. Many of them were about Bailuzhou.
The rumors were actually the gibberish of drunken sailors.
Vericro dismissed these legends. Ever since his father took him to Bailuzhou for hunting and camping at the ruins of the Magic Tower in the past two years, he no longer believed in those rumors, stories and legends...
After walking for about two hours, Viricero pointed ahead and said: "We have arrived, that is the ruins..."