Looking at the desolate and vast wasteland in front of him, Polu couldn't help but ask a question: "Captain, I just wanted to ask, why didn't we prepare food before we set off? Now I only have three pieces of bread in my bag.
.I eat in the canteen every day in the fortress, and I always emphasize that the less things I bring, the better. I thought they would be given out before departure."
"How many days of food can you carry on your back?" Leonardo glanced at Polu strangely.
"Seven days. Any more will make it too bulky and inconvenient."
"That's right. If we come out this time, it could be a month at the earliest, or we won't be able to come back for two or three months at the earliest. The food is about the same size as you. How are you going to carry it?"
"Then do we want to survive in the wild? Hunting, barbecue or something like that?"
Leonardo smiled: "Barbecue? We can't even light a fire when we go out this time. As long as there is a fire in this place, strange things may be attracted. From now on, we will have to eat this kind of thing every day."
Leonardo touched the ring on his hand, and a square iron box suddenly appeared in his hand: "Come on, standard reconnaissance rations."
Bolu's attention was completely attracted by something else: "This, how did this happen?"
"Storage ring, doesn't your teacher also have one?"
"Storage ring? What's the principle? My teacher also has one? I don't know!" Polu was shocked. "This is the first time I've heard of this thing."
"You've just started, and you're caught up in defensive operations. You haven't attended classes for a few days, right?"
"No, the teacher has been very busy recently and always lets me read books by myself." After thinking about it, it seems that the teacher uses the ring to carry those precious and heavy books with him.
"That's no wonder." Leonardo handed the box in his hand to Polu: "Put it in, just for later use. Although this thing is unpalatable, it can survive."
While Polu took the small box, he secretly recalled the knowledge he had read in his mind.
"Storage ring, um, a storage item made by controlling the coordinates and opening and closing of a small subspace on a ring-shaped object. Usage requirements: Mental strength 80. Manufacturing requirements: Mental strength 220? What are those 220 points?
Talent has... Hmm? Legendary magician or legendary alchemist?"
Legend! Isn’t this too unrealistic? There is no sense of reality at all. It feels like the gap between kindergarten and Harvard Ph.D. Polu, who has just embarked on the path of becoming an alchemist, took off his hat and touched his head. He felt that this time he went out
Polu, who might not be able to take a shower for many days, shaved his hair clean before departure and even made a hat to keep out the cold.
"It's okay. The food I brought is enough for the few of us to eat for several years." Leonardo comforted Polu while taking out a few more and passing them to the people around him: "Please prepare one for everyone."
Bolu took another one and put it in his backpack.
Leah couldn't help but ask: "Why are you pretending to be two?"
"I would feel panicked if I didn't have any reserves."
"Good habit." The slightly fat Tezier patted Polu on the shoulder and walked past him: "You like to keep it in your bag, but I keep it on my body."
"..."
The team fell into silence, and the group of people walked on the road that the explorers had walked many years ago. Weeds had eroded most of the road, but the road that was pressed out by the wheels was in disrepair and was soaked by melted snow.
When you step on it, the mud will cover your feet. In some places, water will come out when you step on it, and in other places, your shoes will stick to them. Not long after walking, Bolu's shoes were already soaked through.
The cold melted ice and snow water flows on the feet, and it squeezes out from the gaps between the toes with every step. The leather soles slip when exerting force on the mud, and the physical strength is consumed very quickly, but the traveling speed is extremely slow.
"You, why did you leave so easily?"
Out of breath, Polu asked his own question. After all, the entire team was quite quiet, and only his own breathing echoed in the wilderness.
Tezier, who was walking in front of him, turned back to Polu and said, "Hey, of course it's easy. We are professional reconnaissance knights."
"Don't listen to his bragging, but we are all third-level knights. Once we control our bodies to a certain level, we won't slip." Sigg next to him showed a twisted smile.
"Did your shoes get water? I feel like there are fish in my shoes."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We can only clean our feet after finding a campsite. But judging from the situation, we may have to walk for a long time before we can find a place to stay today."
"Lea, are you feeling okay?" Polu had no choice but to turn around and ask Leah, who seemed to be in a similar level. Leah blushed suddenly and said a little embarrassedly: "My shoes are better. I don't feel anything.
"
Leonardo, who was walking at the forefront of the team: "Don't ask, her shoes are alchemy equipment, waterproof and non-slip, constant acceleration, but the shape is a little low-key. The more I ask, the more I doubt life."
"So am I the most tired in the team?" Polu felt a stab of pain in his liver. He missed the GTX socks from his previous life so much.
As the pace progressed, the white walls of Finistere gradually sank into the horizon, and all traces of human civilization disappeared around it. There was only the sound of desolate wind in the ears, and nothing could be seen, as if the beast attacking the fortress was just a nightmare.
The clouds in the sky change shapes, one floats over, and then floats away. The warm sunshine in early spring shines on Bolu's face, and a little green peeks out from the withered yellow grass on the roadside, and the black land seen through the grass floats
There was a layer of moist light. Polu just walked simply, as if walking in a childhood dream.
"Why are there wild beasts and barbarians who are madly attacking the fortress?" Such thoughts linger in Polu's mind. There is no reason, but they don't seem to be completely irrational barbarians. There are almost 700 people.
Couldn't we afford to live in such a wasteland? Why did we rush forward at all costs? They all died under the firepower of the fortress. No one even turned around and retreated. Isn't it good to survive?
"There's something ahead!"
Leonardo, who was walking at the front, sounded the alarm, and everyone crouched down and waited. Without waiting for Leonardo to issue an order, Sigg took off his backpack, pulled out his broadsword, held the sword in one hand and touched the ground with the other.
He half-crouched and touched in that direction.
"What did you encounter? Are there barbarians who haven't retreated yet? Is Hick in danger?" Bolu's nervous palms were sweating. It was one thing to control long-range weapons to attack, but now, it was another matter.
Polu pulled out a small claw hammer stuck in his back and waited quietly.
After a while, Hick stood up from the grass and waved to everyone to come over. Polu breathed a sigh of relief: It's really good not to have to fight on the first day.
He stood up and walked while inserting the hammer into the gap between his backpack and his back. Bolu rubbed the mud mixed with sweat and soil in his palms. Tezier spoke: "If I were you, I would be here
Wrap two rolls of cloth strips around the hammer handle to prevent slipping."
"Thanks."
Everyone arrived at Hick's location. It was an abandoned camp, with only half of the wall remaining and nothing except a few rotten logs.
Leonardo took out the map and compared it: "This used to be a post station." He looked at the marks on the simple map and then looked at the sky: "Let's camp here today. The next campsite is too far away.