Snow, thin soil, no inscription on the monument.
He buried everything in the past with an empty tomb.
From a depressed clerk who died suddenly to being possessed by a medieval nobleman who was hunted down and had residual memories, he has been lingering in this unfamiliar desert valley and dense forest of Central Europe for three years. In these three years, he has slowly integrated into this so-called darkest era, and has completely Integrated into this body that retains the memory of the original owner and inherited the original owner's abilities, his former name has been selectively forgotten by him. His current identity is Art Wood Wells, the son of a Lombard Baron who was deprived of his title and land, and a hunter living in the wild valley forest in the southern border of Burgundy.
Three years ago, the original owner of this body, the 18-year-old Art Wood Wells who was seriously injured, followed his father who was deprived of his territorial title and went north to avoid the enemy's pursuit and fled into this dense forest. The original owner Art died in a dark night due to lack of treatment for his injuries. At this time, he died suddenly in another time and space and attached his soul to this body with remaining memories.
Art miraculously came back to life, but Art's father died of depression not long after with the hatred of slaughtering his family and genocide. Before his death, Old Wells handed the knight sword that had accompanied him throughout his life to Art, who was still haunted, and made him vow to wash away the shame and revive the family...
In the past three years, he has been living in this forest with the help of the instinct of the original owner and relying on hunting to survive.
He was unable to predict the world he was in because he was not familiar with the history of this era in his previous life, and he vaguely discovered that this world was just a similar time and space. Everything was specious, similar but not. Coming to such a world, perhaps he could only waste his life hiding in the deserted valleys and dense forests... Until a serious illness two days ago made him struggle at the gate of hell several times and almost died again. After surviving the disaster, he suddenly came to his senses and finally decided not to linger on his second life...
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He leaned over and smeared the last handful of snow-covered soil on the grave. He touched the wooden stele and muttered to himself: "Bury everything in the past. From now on, I am Art Wood Wells, and I will belong to this era." Then the soul piercer named Art picked up the horn bow leaning on the stele and walked into the dense forest without looking back.
Zhou, suddenly, raised his hand and opened a horn-stepping bow, and an armor-piercing arrow came out——"Pfft~" A wild boar whose eye socket was pierced by a sharp arrow was so painful that it took a few steps and fell into a snowdrift with a plop, twitching its limbs and wailing.
Ate rushed forward, pulled out a short knife with a dark red metallic luster, and stabbed the porcupine in the heart. In a moment, the white snow was dyed brown...
On the white snow path, a dark red mark was drawn all the way to the depths of the jungle...
A wisp of smoke was rising. At this time, by the creek in front of the cabin, Art was cleaning the internal organs of the prey. The biting stream water hung down into ice strips on his long bun.
Matt buried most of the internal organs, then turned around and walked into the cabin carrying the heart, liver and internal organs of the prey. Compared with the biting cold outside, the cabin is surprisingly warm. The walls made of logs are rough and thick, the roof made of thatched grass in winter is airtight, and the blazing flames in the stone hearth in the middle of the cabin make this small wooden cabin filled with heat. The innermost part of the hut was a wooden bed covered with hay and animal skins. An oxhorn bow and an oak single bow were hung on the wall. A leather quiver full of arrows hung on the side. A dagger about two feet long was hung on the wall. The walls around the wooden house were covered with furs of various animals.
A few pieces of wild boar meat are boiling in a clay pot, and the aroma is sizzling.
At casually threw the offal into the pot, picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up the soup, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. The hot soup fell into his intestines and stomach, and a warm current flowed up, making him feel comfortable...
A hearty pork dinner made him feel extremely satisfied after recovering from a serious illness.
Night has fallen, and this forest in Central Europe is even quieter.
Ater pulled out a large wooden box from under the bed, opened the iron lock, and slowly lifted the lid. A set of exquisite chain armor lay quietly in the box, shining silver against the backdrop of the jumping bonfire. He held the heavy mail in his hands, feeling its coldness and strength~
A piece of linen soaked in hot oil wiped each iron ring of the mail. His thoughts drifted away, thinking about how to fulfill the original owner's long-cherished wish...
The howling of wolves outside the house interrupted Art's thoughts. He stood up and took off the dagger on the wall, picked up a one-and-a-half-foot hunting knife on the table, wrapped it in a bearskin jacket, got up and went out, opening the traps around the wooden fence around the wooden house one by one.
Back to the wooden house, I patted the falling snow on my head, closed the wooden door, walked to the center of the house, picked up some pieces of firewood, and threw them into the fire. He continued walking to the wooden box, picked up the chainmail armor, and gently placed it on the bed. A white blouse, leather belt, upper body leather armor, and black boots were revealed at the bottom of the wooden box. A three-and-a-half-foot knight's sword lay there quietly. The blade forged from Uzi steel was covered with fine lines after being forged by heavy hammers. The dark gray metallic luster could not hide the brown-black blood shadow...
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Att lifted off the woolen blanket, got up, put on a linen-lined jacket, and wrapped himself in the bearskin coat at the bedside. He came to the wooden bowl filled with water, held up the cold water with both hands, and slapped it on his face~
"Ah, it feels so comfortable!"
Ater woke up after a loud shout.
The clay pot boiled the leftover broth from last night, sprinkled a handful of black and hard bread crumbs to soak in the soup, and the fragrant pork bread soup in the wooden bowl gave Art a hearty breakfast.
Matt looked outside the fence. Hundreds of years of divisions and wars in this empire had turned this valley forest into an unclaimed land. It was also an animal kingdom, with brown bears, timber wolves, elk, wild boars, goats, wild foxes, mountain hares and other animals thriving here.
Throughout the autumn before the long winter, Art traveled through the jungle and dealt with ferocious beasts and cunning foxes. The months of hard work were worth it. All kinds of furs were already hung on the walls, including a bear skin and two fine deer skins. Unfortunately, the wolf skin was damaged, and the ferocious wild wolf was trapped. After being trapped in the trap for three days, the ferocity still erupted. During the desperate struggle, Art had to stab the wolf in the belly with his hunting knife...
Art rarely left the valley, partly because the enemy had not stopped chasing the "remnants" of the Wells family all these years, and there were dangers outside. The second reason is that the outside world is not as easy as living in the valley, especially for a "foreigner" who only relies on the remaining memories of the original owner to survive. However, the long winter is coming, and Art must prepare salt, barley, bread and some daily necessities for the winter before the heavy snow closes the mountains.
At the end of a wasteland in the north of the valley, the county town of Tyniec, five days away from the valley, is a small city in the southernmost part of Burgundy. It is also the closest castle with a free market to the valley's habitat.
After breakfast, Art began to pack his luggage. He took down the furs from the wooden wall and laid them out on the flat ground at the door of the wooden house. He arranged them one by one. Nearly forty furs, large and small, were wrapped in old linen cloth and tied into a thick pile with ropes made of vines. He turned around and walked into the wooden house. He took off a piece of smoked venison weighing about thirty pounds that was hanging from the suspension beam above the fire pit. He wrapped it in birch bark and placed it on the fur.
After doing this, a thin layer of sweat formed on Art's forehead.
After resting for a while, Art came to the wooden bed, bent down and pulled out the wooden box from the bottom of the bed, opened it and took out a sheepskin money bag. Inside the jingling money bag was the only money Art had left over the years - ten large Mark silver coins, twenty-four small Deniel silver coins and a pile of copper pfennig. Art took out five marks, ten deniers and a handful of pfennig and put them into another leather purse. Then he took out a thick linen package, took out the last three-pound wheat bread from the clay pot containing grain, and used a hunting knife to cut off a piece of wild boar on the wooden beam that had not yet been smoked. He also took out a small bag of salt wrapped in leaves, packed the food for the journey, and then turned around He took off his dagger and tied it around his waist. He carried a bullhorn bow and a leather arrow bag on his back. He inserted a dark shiny hunting knife into the scabbard. He picked up the rabbit fur felt hat on the bedside and put it on his head. He walked out of the wooden house, tied the wooden door with a strong rattan rope, picked up a large bag of furs, and embarked on a journey to the Tinets fur trade...
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