Northrend Kingdom, Baron Rons, Thorn Forest.

The river winds.

15-year-old Druid apprentice Brandon looked at the herbs and wild goods in the basket next to him, and couldn't help but nodded again: "I got a good harvest today. After I sold it to the pharmacist Klein, the meat I ate this week was finally guaranteed!"

These herbs and wild goods were collected by Brandon while practicing the Druid Way in the Forest.

Brandon washed his hands by the river, looked at his reflection in the water, nodded, sighed again, and sighed in his heart:

I have been traveling to this world for six years, three years and three years. Are there three years in three years? How many three years can I have in my life?

Look at the protagonists in other people's books. They traveled through time to become princes, but they won't become emperors for six years. They are also the crown prince. Otherwise, they will be a big shot in suppressing one side. What about you! It's okay if you have no father or mother to be an orphan after traveling through time to time, but you still can't understand the words! The wandering child is illiterate, and the difficulty of studying while working is a lot of tears when he thinks about it.

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"We must make some money as soon as possible."

Brandon muttered to himself: "Although it's still four months before winter, I don't have any savings. The forest will be covered with heavy snow in winter. At that time, there were few herbs, wild vegetables, and animals that could be hunted. There was no way to gather all the supplies to live on the edge of the forest, and there was no way to build my own house on the edge of the forest. Druids always paid attention to being close to nature and being close to nature, and it's best to be closer to the forest."

As he spoke, he carried his back basket and walked out of the forest. Brandon kept walking towards the town of Vile, while constantly observing the surroundings, such as: whether there were any footprints left by wild animals or whether there were any prey worth taking action.

After walking out of the forest, Brandon looked back and saw the vast sea of ​​forests, densely packed.

"I don't know what is the difference between the forest where the elves live and here. If you have the opportunity in the future, you must go and see it. When you come to this world, you know that the elves' country is there, but you don't go and see it, you will always feel that something is missing!"

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Hurry up and the sun gradually sets in the west. Before the town gate is closed, Brandon finally arrives at the town gate.

Weir Town is a small town on the edge of the forest. The town does not have a real wall, but relies on the houses and courtyard walls of the residents in the town to enclose the entire town. Of course, it is thicker on one side of the wall.

Don’t look down on such a wall. It is said that this is the foundation that Baron Rons has only the baron leader who has been passed down for hundreds of years. If you want to build such a wall in ordinary territories, it may not be enough to sell it.

The outside of the town is farmland, which is watered by the River Doris, which flows through the Baron's lord.

"Branton, come in quickly, we are going to close the door. Why are we so late today and how are we getting? "Verding, the guard of the wall gate today, is a familiar to Brandon.

"Fortunately, it's still far from building your own house." Brandon replied with a wry smile.

"Then you have to work hard! But now you should come in and come in quickly, we are about to close the door!"

Hearing this, Brandon ran a few steps into the town, and then several guards shouted and lowered the heavy gate.

After the gate was closed, the guards could naturally return to the military camp to rest.

The sun sets and the moon gradually rises.

Brandon lives in the Grant Inn, but not rents it, but his mother in this world originally worked in the hotel.

After both of his parents died, Brandon, who was only 9 years old at the time, was taken in by the kind-hearted Grants and his wife.

The Grant Inn is closer to the town entrance. According to Mr. Grant, the hotel was built and passed down by his great-grandfather. This is a ancestral industry that has been passed down for four generations.

In Brandon's opinion, the hotel house should have taken a lot of effort when it was built, so this house, which has a history of 70 years, is still very solid now.

In the lobby of the hotel, there were a lot of garlic, chili, bacon, sausages and some crops hanging on the walls and roofs on the counter side, and a mixed smell floated in the air.

However, for the hotel owner and customers, these are obviously nothing wrong. There are several oil lamps hanging on the beams on the roof of the hall. The oil lamps just lit up barely illuminated the hall.

"Branton, you're back." As soon as you entered the door, a middle-aged man in a yellow and white vest greeted him.

"Yes, store manager, I'll put the things in the kitchen first and come and help." Brandon said as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll let you taste the new fruit wine you have today, it tastes really good!" Mr. Grant replied with a smile.

The Grants and his wife opened such a hotel. Although they could not give him much delicacy, they could give him a full meal.

It was Mr. Grant who taught Brandon to read and read. Although Mr. Grant knew not many words, he finally laid some foundation for Brandon.

But don't underestimate the literacy. There are 2,500 people in Weir Town. Except for the Baron, the officials and their families, there will be no more than 100 people in the town.

So Brandon was very grateful to the Grants. After all, compared to being hungry and living in the wild and worried about being attacked by wild beasts or goblins, this place is simply paradise.

"Dear Archer, can we have rabbits tonight?" He also knew that this was the alcoholic Fran, a man who loved drinking very much. He gave people the feeling that he had to drink two bottles of vodka every day. The reason for two bottles instead of three is that the hotel does not provide alcohol in the morning.

"Sorry, Mr. Fran, there are no rabbits today, but there are two pheasants. How about it, do you want to try it?" Brandon replied with a smile. He didn't care what the alcoholic Fran called him, after all, he did have a good bow and arrow skills.

Fighting in this world is normal. For his soul who has lived in a peaceful and stable environment for decades, systematic learning to cut people and then slash them close to the body is obviously not in line with his personality.

After all, he didn't even kill a few chickens in his previous life, and it didn't fit his actual situation. The prerequisite for becoming an excellent soldier is to have a good body, but it would be a bit difficult for a child in his 10s to practice the fighter's fighting skills.

Brandon was a loyal member of the Five Fireball God Cult in his previous life, and he had to give up this habit in this life because the mage closest to him lived in Grizzly City, and the tuition fee was not cheap, but Brandon did not even have travel expenses at that time.

Saving money, buying bows and arrows, and practicing bows and arrow skills is a choice that Brandon had to make a living in the future.
Chapter completed!