Under the guidance of the bakery owner, Art quickly found a field beside the river. According to reports, this was one of the farmlands of Qingshuihua Bakery, and Uncle Nim was working in it.
"I think the baron must have forgotten about this matter a long time ago. The young man might have come over and tried it a long time ago." The bakery owner was also affected by the incident and knew Nim's identity very well.
But they have long been blinded by the degenerate life and have lost hope for the future. Without some external guidance and promotion, they may rot around the doll cemetery without knowing it. No one will
Get to know them again.
"Well, goodbye. Oh, by the way, I will leave here tomorrow and go to Fit City to study." Art put on an innocent smile and said slowly to the bakery owner.
"Are you leaving?" The bakery owner's expression became a little worried, but he soon became relieved and responded with a smile:
"Well, it's best to find a reliable brigade or caravan. I should be able to help you look for it."
"No, I have my own way." After Art said this casually, he left the bakery owner and walked carefully on the high dirt road beside the farmland.
The wheat in the fields has been much less than what we saw a few days ago, but there is still a huge surplus. You can see that many workers are still working hard in it. After careful screening, Art finally found the appearance.
Uncle Nimu has changed a lot.
Looking from a distance, Uncle Nim took off his dirty and torn cloth coat and wore a short-sleeved linen suit that was not very new, but was barely adequate. He was holding a small machete and was harvesting bit by bit.
Golden Grain is far different from the sloppy, unmotivated vagabond he was before.
"Hey, Uncle Nim!" Trying not to step into the mud himself, Art stood on the high dirt road and shouted towards Uncle Nim. His slightly childish tone had an irresistible tone no matter how much it was amplified.
Milky.
Uncle Nim, who was still working, was startled when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He quickly looked up and saw Art not far away.
"Little Art?" He looked very surprised, and quickly hung the dirty clothes on his waistband, carefully stepped out of the mud, and came to the front of Art.
"Hey! Didn't you say you were coming to find me a few days ago?" Uncle Nim seemed a little happy to see Art coming to him. In addition, when he got closer, he saw that Uncle Nim's face was stained with a lot of mud.
, but my whole body is much cleaner than before, and there is no more disgusting smell of alcohol and mold.
"Well, I forgot something a few days ago, but it doesn't matter. It's the same today." As he said that, Art took out five old silver coins from his wallet, handed them to Nim, and said: "Here, these
This is your reward."
"Okay, it seems you haven't forgotten." Nim scratched his head in embarrassment and got some mud on his hair, but he didn't seem to care.
"By the way, the old man has been fishing by the river these days. Have you met him?" Nimu accepted the silver coins without hesitation. For their family, which is gradually returning to normal, saving money is very important.
Necessary.
"No, I don't like fish very much." Art shook his head and said, "One more thing, do you have a place to live now?"
Nim shook his head and said: "That's not the case. Recently, the old man and I have been staying in the farm tool room of the bakery. The boss is also very kind. He set up a brazier for us and also guaranteed our lunch."
"In that case, I will leave Bielage soon and probably won't come back for a long time. I can let you live in my house temporarily. What do you think?"
"Really?!" Nim looked very excited and said: "To be honest, I am too embarrassed to disturb the boss for a long time. Although he volunteered to provide us with lunch, I don't think he will be happy if we stay for a long time.
.”
"Well, then you can come to see me at No. 54 Baisha Street, in the residential area of Commercial Street, before the sun rises tomorrow morning, or tonight. If you come tonight, I won't mind if you stay.
Come down and spend the night.”
"Okay...but wait!" Nim seemed to realize something. He glanced at Art, who was still a child, frowned and asked, "Has your family agreed to this matter?"
"Haha, I don't have any family anymore. Except for one other tenant left now, I am fully responsible for this matter." Art waved his hand and acted indifferently and said, "As long as you don't tear down my house.
You can rent it out or rent it out, and you can do whatever you want there."
Hearing Art's answer, Nim was stunned. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him... was already a helpless orphan. But why didn't he show any sadness or loss at all?
Seeing Nim's dazed look, Art had nothing more to say, so he waved goodbye to this young man who had found a new path, said goodbye to this golden field, and returned to his home.
"I don't know if Ravens has woken up. I have to ask him why he suddenly became drunk." When he thought of Ravens' appearance when he was drunk, Art felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
After opening the door, Art saw Ravens with a painful look on his face, leaning against the wall with his head on his head, as if he had sobered up.
"Drunk man, how did you sleep this time?" Art said sarcastically, pretending to be arrogant and walked to Ravens' side.
"Ah! It hurts like hell!" Ravens covered his forehead hard, with some cold sweat on his face.
"By the way, why did you suddenly get yourself drunk?" Art frowned and asked, suddenly a little scared when he saw Ravens's appearance. Could it be that he really fell into some strange negative state?
"Drunk? Did I act a bit like a drunkard at the time?" The pain on Ravens' head seemed to have eased a little, and he said, "I just wanted to replenish some energy and took a sip of my specially prepared drink."
"The alcohol concentration is greater than 99% of the water of life?" Art raised his eyebrows and said: "Aren't you a good drinker? How come you poured it down in one sip?"
"Damn! I must have accidentally mixed the bile of the sandworm!" Ravens knocked on the wall viciously, exhaled a thick breath and said: "The bile of the sandworm is very harmful to witchers and some creatures.
, is a very strong hallucinogen!”
"Hallucinogens?" Art suddenly became interested.
"Yes." Ravens sighed and said: "This is actually a very toxic liquid. A normal person will go crazy immediately if he ingests a little bit, not even a drop, and then his nose, eyes and ears will be...
The hole in the head will bleed and he will die immediately."
"And those like us demon hunters who have a relatively high resistance to poison and cannot be poisoned will fall into a hallucinogenic state. The more they drink, the easier it will be!"