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Chapter 26. Apprenticeship 11

It should be daylight.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes. In the dim room, he vaguely heard the sound of mice moving under the bed.

In this place where there is almost no light, he relies on his body's biological clock to judge whether it is dawn or not.

He has always been a person with a very regular life. Although he can no longer maintain this routine, he can still maintain some habits.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what time he goes to bed at night, when he opens his eyes the next day it must be at 5:30 in the morning. This is one of the habits he maintains to this day.

Of course, this is not a special feature.

He has just been getting up at this point since a long time ago. Counting from his previous life to now, he has been doing it for decades. When something persists for such a long time, it has become instinctive to react accordingly.

How many days is it now?

The young man looked up at the word "正" on the wall. Because the room was too dark, he couldn't see anything. So he put his hand on the wall and groped for it. After feeling the mark he had carved, he used his nails to touch the aging wall.

Another stroke was added on the skin, just enough to finish the two characters "正".

Ten days.

During these ten days, he didn't do anything special except eating, drinking, sleeping, or he couldn't do anything special.

First, the injured body did not allow it. At first it was very difficult for him to even walk on the ground, let alone do other things; second, the big fat man Fortina would come to see him every once in a while, and the time

It wasn't fixed. He really didn't know what would happen if he was caught and not in the house.

Although living in this dark and small space is very depressing, the teenager has long been accustomed to this environment, so it is naturally not a problem.

However, since there was nothing to do, the boy spent most of the day sleeping. Although he asked Fortina for two books to read, the books Fortina sent were written in Elvish.

For a young man who does not know Elvish, it is no different from the Wordless Heavenly Book.

Compared to the bunch of unreliable things Fortina did, the food he sent after that special statement was indeed much more decent.

For example, wolf fruit, a specialty fruit that looks like an apple but has a darker red skin, and actually tastes closer to a pear. He has never eaten it a few times in the military camp, but he can eat it at every meal here. In every meal

The meal did include slices of white bread and jam, as well as the vegetables and sliced ​​meat he requested.

Although the portions are on the small side and I can only eat half a full meal at each meal, this is still a matter of living under someone else's roof, and in the hands of Fortina, a guy known as a "fat licking pig", there is food that can reach an average level.

The young man was already very satisfied.

When it came to food, the boy who had originally forgotten about hunger felt a little hungry.

No food was expected to arrive at this point, but the piece of bread he left behind during the last meal yesterday should still be there.

The boy got up and rummaged through the old drawers of the aging bedside table.

"Damn it! Those thieves!"

Okay! He admitted defeat.

A big hole was chewed out at the bottom of this already old drawer, and not even a crumb was left of the piece of bread he put inside.

Who did this? No doubt it was the rats.

These rats often moved around under his bed. Once, the boy was annoyed by these guys who were always chirping, so he lay down under the bed to see what was going on under his bed.

It turned out that there was a large hole half a foot high in the wall against which his bed was leaning, and two or three mice were going in and out of it. No matter what kind of mouse hole was used to block such a big mouse hole, it would not work, and the mice here were very capable of digging holes.

, even if he gets reinforced concrete, it will still be ripped open by these little things with sharp teeth and claws.

It will be difficult to cure these rats.

Since the leftover food he had eaten would be snatched away by the rats inadvertently, the boy also tried his best to keep his food. Maybe he could not care about it at ordinary times, but now the little food was not enough even for him.

Of course, eating directly is indeed a way, but if he wants to maintain a good condition now, it is best to adopt "eat less and more meals". It is the same as drinking water only when you are thirsty. This method allows the human body to respond when needed.

be replenished, thereby maximizing the use of energy.

Ever since he tried to capture and fill the holes, his efforts had not yielded any results. These rats were too cunning and there was nothing he could do to them. It was useless to respond to Fortina. The fat man shook his body and told clearly.

The rats here are all bosses, and no one can control them.

The boy had no choice but to relent and hide the food in the drawer, but now even this trick was discovered by the mice.

Fortunately, these rats were probably used to eating garbage in this place and would not climb up on the bed and bite him while he was sleeping, otherwise he would have to change rooms anyway.

"Fortunately, I left a cookie."

The boy took out a round biscuit from his pocket with a few sesame seeds on it.

Just like these cunning mice, he still had a trick up his sleeve.

The boy put the biscuit in his mouth, bit into half of it, and then chewed it carefully.

At this time, a black shadow stood at the end of the bed, looking longingly at the biscuits smelling of butter and sesame in the boy's hand.

Jiji!

When he heard this cry, the young man screamed in his heart that something was wrong. When he wanted to eat the biscuit in one bite, a black shadow jumped onto his hand first. The young man subconsciously let go of his hand and ended up with half a biscuit.

It fell into the opponent's hands.

By this time, the boy's eyes had adapted to the dark environment and he could see some things.

The true face of this black shadow is a black-skinned mouse, and it looks quite familiar. He has been visiting him frequently these days, and he seems to be addicted to it.

"Hey, hey! Stop it! This is all I have left, brother."

The boy stared hard at the black mouse holding the biscuit in his hand. Of course, his calls had no effect. The black mouse stuffed the biscuit into its mouth in one bite, its cheeks bulging.

Very much like a domestic hamster.

"Damn it! Don't run!"

Are you blatantly grabbing something from my hand?

Don't I want to lose face?

The angry boy rushed towards the mouse. However, the mouse had already anticipated the boy's actions. It chewed the biscuit and spread out its limbs and ran. Before the boy could catch it, it had already jumped into the crack of the bed.

Among them, there was no trace again.

"well……"

Have I been reduced to competing with rats for food?

Regarding this situation, the young man sitting on the bed couldn't laugh or cry, and he had no idea what to do.

"Well, everything will be fine."

The incident just now was forgotten by the young man. He raised his hands and stretched, and the remaining worries in his heart disappeared.

Yes, everything will be fine.

The young man jumped out of bed and stepped on the cold ground with his bare feet. He was not busy looking for shoes, but closed his eyes to feel his condition.

This time when he landed, there was no more heartbreaking pain like at the beginning, and he stretched without grinning because of the wound on his chest.

So the boy tried to take two steps forward. Although the steps were still a little unsteady, the boy could indeed walk on the ground.

That's right, now...

His injury is healed.


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