Return from the second dimension

On the small road outside the village, someone came slowly. He seemed to have drove a long way, but he was not exposed to much dust.

"According to the information provided in the letter, it should be here."

The young man looked at the big tree at the entrance of the village, his eyes followed the branches and stayed on top of a black crow.

"There are even special monitors. In this period of time, there is indeed a crisis..."

The crow on the tree was also looking at the young man, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes like black beans.

In the eyes of low-level animals, it seems that this kind of humane emotion should not appear, obviously this crow has a big problem.

This is actually not a real crow, but a special extraordinary creature, which belongs to the mass-produced pipeline product.

Since the last disaster, these crow messengers have suddenly appeared and are responsible for monitoring the marked areas.

Once a suspicious person or monster is found, the Black Crow Messenger will immediately call the police.

Afterwards, the mages and samurai came to eliminate the dangerous situation and maintain the tranquility of the entire area.

Everything is avoided by mortals, even if a mortal witnesses it, it will be erased by special means.

This is the default rule. Don't let them know about things that mortals can't do.

Can't help, but only knows to add chaos.

The young man at the entrance of the village made the Black Crow Envoy a little suspicious, because the other party was not a villager here.

Because of the backward transportation environment, villagers between nearby villages rarely move around. Many villagers are accustomed to staying in their own villages and never take a step away from life to death.

For many villagers, a distance of just a hundred miles may represent the ends of the world.

Don't feel exaggerated. In the almost primitive natural environment, there are fatal crises everywhere, and you will lose your life if you carelessly.

Young people are not nearby villagers, they are very neatly dressed. How can such a person with identity come to an old and run-down village?

Soon the crow discovered that the young man had a long sword at his waist, which also showed that he was not a real farmer.

"A samurai or a ranger, come here to go out and practice?"

Just as the black crow messenger pondered to himself, the young man suddenly raised his head and showed a faint smile.

The crow shook his body and almost fell off the branch, a little flustered in his heart.

It can be certain that the youth should recognize its details and know that it is not an ordinary bird.

"This young man doesn't have the slightest supernatural power at all, how can he see through my details?"

The black crow messenger was secretly surprised, and suddenly there was a child's laughter, and the clod flew up from the ground and smashed towards it.

"Quack, these damn little bastards again!"

The crow flapped its wings to avoid the clods that hit him, but he was furious.

Since I came to this village, I have been stared at by a few children in the village. Every day, I hit myself with stones and clods.

He was a dignified black crow messenger, belonging to the sequence of transcendent creatures, and was born to be more noble than these mortals.

But at this moment, being arbitrarily bullied by a group of little kids, it's extremely embarrassing.

"A bunch of idiots..."

The black crow messenger cursed secretly in his heart, although it does speak, it really does not dare to speak in front of ordinary people.

What's more, in addition to speaking and being able to think, the black crow messenger does not use extraordinary powers, this is what makes it sad the most.

The attack soon stopped because these unlucky children, who were naked, saw the youth standing at the entrance of the village.

The sudden appearance of strangers made them fear and alert, and at the same time there was a hint of curiosity.

Especially the long sword around the young man's waist made several children look at them intently. Even if they were young, they knew that those who could wear weapons were not mortals.

"Little guys, go find your village chief and say someone wants to see him."

While the young man spoke, he raised his hand and gently raised it, and the translucent white crystal fell into the child's hand.

"This is rock candy, delicious food, and a reward for you."

Looking at the crystals in their hands and smelling the tangy sweet fragrance, the children turned around and ran away.

They are barefoot and barefoot, with no clothes covering their bodies, but their running speed is not slow, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The young man looked at it with a smile, and seemed to like this scene very much, and a memory flashed in his eyes.

It didn't take long for a few children to go back and forth, followed by an old man who was slightly neatly dressed.

Looking at the young man with a long sword hanging from his waist, the most knowledgeable village chief in the village hurriedly bowed and saluted.

He knows that those who are qualified to wear weapons in public are people with status and status, and ordinary villagers can never afford to offend them.

"Dear sir, do you have any advice?"

The old village chief was respectful and did not dare to neglect a little bit.

"I am going to rest here for a while to hone my martial arts skills. You will find a clean room for me, and then find someone to help wash and cook.

This is a hundred coins, the extra will be rewarded to you, and you will never lose!"

While the youth spoke, he threw a small leather pocket and fell into the arms of the old village chief.

Hearing the sharp metal crash, the old village chief's heart beat, and he opened his pocket trembling quickly.

The coins, with signs of serious wear and tear, but with a faint silver light, made the old village chief tremble with excitement.

"There is so much money, thank you for your generosity, and welcome you!"

It is estimated that the property of the whole village can not make up a hundred coins, and most of the villagers cannot even find a coin in their pockets.

Most of the time, they are bartering things and have no chance to use coins.

The old village chief did not hypocritically refuse, but continued to thank him and said that he must satisfy the samurai master.

The gift from the superior, the inferior is not allowed to refuse, otherwise it is extremely disrespectful.

The rich is the master, and coupled with the deterrence of force, the village head has completely corrected his attitude, and he definitely does not dare to be perfunctory.

"Dear Sir, please come with me."

The old village chief respectfully led the way, the children followed behind him, and the young people surrounded by them walked into the village.

The scene in the village is definitely not poetic, but shabby and dirty to the point of nowhere.

There are traces of feces everywhere, and the roads are undulating, and clumps grow extremely densely along the roadside.

The houses in the village are dilapidated and many need to be repaired, but the villagers did not do so.

If you want to repair the house properly, you need the corresponding materials and money, and this is precisely what the villagers lack.

Mountains and rivers are not unowned, if they are found to have stolen resources, they are likely to lose their lives.

The greed of the ruler is not hidden at all.

In every village, there are servants who take orders from the nobles. Although they live in the village, they look after the rivers and mountains for the nobles.

Like the village chief appointed by the nobles, these servants have a much higher status than the villagers and belong to the most important figures in the village.

This is a feudal and primitive society, which is not as beautiful as imagined, but savage, dirty and backward.

Seeing unfamiliar youths and villagers who did not go to work in the fields, they cast curious and respectful eyes.

They subconsciously think that the youth is a messenger sent by the lord, so their attitude is very humble.

It didn't take long for me to arrive at the center of the village. There is a house here, which looks tidy.

"Dear Sir, what do you think of this place?"

The young man took a look and nodded softly.

"Yes, just choose here."

"As long as you are satisfied, I will bring you a servant later, clean up the house and prepare food."

Having said this, the old village chief hesitated and asked: "Can you tell me your name? After the lord's messenger arrives, we must report the information about you."

The young man smiled and said in a faint tone: "You tell them directly, my name is Ronald, and I am a Lieyang warrior from the imperial capital."