The boy's name is Pullman, and he comes from Brownwood Village, a remote village on the edge of the West Wind Kingdom.

Pullman said that he had been walking eastward since he left home without stopping, and it took him about 7 days to get here.

Loran Hill estimated that according to his experience in his previous life, an ordinary person could walk at most 50 kilometers a day, but this was a forest mountain road, so he had to make a discount, which means that human society can be reached 150 to 200 kilometers west of this forest.

"I made a mistake, so I escaped."

After a long silence and hesitation, the boy spoke up to say why he was here, but did not explain what specific mistake he made.

At this point, his eyes dimmed a little, and his voice unconsciously became low.

Looking at the boy who became silent again, the girl guessed that there might be unspeakable difficulties.

Loran Hill stopped asking questions about the matter and asked another question.

"Where are you going to go in the future?"

"I... I don't know. I'll probably find a place to live in the forest, or be eaten by a passing monster one day."

The boy showed a self-deprecating smile on his face and buried his face in his arms on his knees.

The yellow bonfire crackled at night, dispelling the chill of the night in the mountains. The smell of burning firewood filled the air, and occasionally the sound of insects could be heard in the distance.

The forest is not safe at night, and this is the sparsely populated Tisirlan Mountains. The traces of monsters with extraordinary powers can often be seen. Fortunately, the red dragonfly that hunted nearby died not long ago, and other monsters have not spread their bases, so it has been relatively stable recently.

The boy thought that ordinary people like him would seek death if they entered the big forest.

However, he had no other way out.

Why did he come to this point? He was obviously a timid person, and he obviously just wanted to be an ordinary person who raised sheep for others.

If I were to talk about my biggest dream, it would be to please Aunt Sandy at the village head and let her agree to marry me and Joanna.

Although Joanna had a few freckles on her face, I really liked her lively look. Unfortunately, Aunt Sandy was a tailor and her family was much better off than mine. She could eat white bread occasionally. And he had only eaten half a piece of white bread in his life, which was the small half that his cousin got when he got married.

The boy stared blankly at the bonfire in front of him, lost in memories and thoughts.

"Have you ever thought about how to survive?"

Loran Hill took out a few fruits and placed them beside the fire, ready to eat them after they were roasted. The green fruits were similar to the citrus in his memory, with a sweet and sour taste.

"I don't know..."

There was a flame of hatred burning in the boy's heart, but he felt lost for his own weakness.

"Then how about this, can you tell me about what's going on outside?"

"Hello... no, hello, honorable lady. Thank you for saving me. Ask me, and I will tell you everything I know."

"No need to be so respectful, just call me Loran Hill."

"Well, I'd better call you Miss Loran Hill, otherwise it's too rude."

"Well, you care about manners a lot, did anyone teach you?" Loran Hill was a little curious.

"No, I just saw that everyone in the city calls those distinguished ladies that way."

"Is that so? Have you ever been to school?"

"No, commoners like us are not eligible to go to school, and we don't have that much money. In our village, only the village chief can read, and the rest can only recognize a few important numbers."

"Okay, what era is it now?"

"It should be more than 1,600 years in the Third Age. I don't know the details. I just heard about it from a pastor who passed by the village."

Has it been so long? Trinasha's memory is still the Second Age, and she doesn't know when it ended, and more than 1,600 years have passed since the Third Age. Loran Hill sighed and continued to ask.

"What countries are there on the continent now?"

"Sorry, I don't know. The farthest I've been from home before is only Trin City. I only know that I'm in the West Wind Kingdom."

"As for other countries... I've only heard of the Black Rock Principality, which seems to be a mercenary country in the north. I've seen some mercenaries claiming to be from the Witz Mountain People of Black Rock."

Loran Hill chatted for a while later and roughly knew the current situation outside. Although Pullman didn't know much, from his description of daily life, customs and labor, the current world should be similar to that of medieval Europe, where people have limited production capacity and nobles rule their own territories.

As for extraordinary abilities, Pullman only heard that the captain of the guard in Trin City has the strength of Sequence 1, which is already very powerful. Even the robbers nearby dare not provoke him.

Very weak. Although Loran Hill himself was only Sequence 1, because he was taught by Trinasha, the powerful figure of the Mercury Dynasty, Trinasha described that Sequence 1 was only used for learning transition, and at most could only be used as an auxiliary. The warriors of the Dynasty were at least Sequence 2.

Even the most elite combat troops of the Dynasty were all Sequence 5, such as the Crescent Death Scythe Knights at that time, all of whom were Undead Sequence 5 Death Scythe Knights.

There was no way. At that time, the elven countries had accumulated thousands of years, and the per capita combat effectiveness was very high. Soldiers without Sequence 2 strength were not qualified to be cannon fodder.

What on earth has the Ivar world experienced in the past 1,600 years? It has degenerated to this point, and the elves did not counterattack. Although the silver elves were exterminated, there are still many forest elves left, and there are also ice elves who have all moved to the northern continent. They are in good condition.

There are still many questions, but it is impossible to understand them clearly today. Let's find out later. The girl stopped asking.

"Where is Miss Loran Hill from? You must be a lady from a noble family."

With his limited knowledge, the boy could only imagine that a lady from a noble family could have such a face and clothes. Besides, the girl's fingers were white and there was no sign of labor at all. This was not something that ordinary people could do.

"No, I'm just an ordinary person... Well, I lived in the forest with my teacher since I was a child, but the teacher died not long ago."

After thinking for a while, the girl answered like this, which was basically true.

"Are you okay with your injuries? I see blood on your clothes."

"It's okay. I won't die for a while, but... there are some things I'm afraid I can never do."

The boy's voice was a little choked.

"What's the matter?"

The night wind in the forest blew, the bonfire kept swaying, and the boy began to tell an ordinary and sad story