The continuous Lilegula Mountain has always been the mother peak in the minds of people in the Northern Mainland.

This mountain range has nurtured at least four great rivers and watered the land of many countries, including Reims and Franck.

The River of Fong Harvest is the second largest river from the Mount Lelegula. It is composed of twelve tributaries. It is not as turbulent as the largest river Gula, nor is it as remote as other rivers. It flows long and crosses the entire Lance Empire and creates the richest land in Lance. From the name, the people of Lance are grateful to this river.

The rushing rivers rolled over white waves, flowing freely in the jungle along the terrain. After rushing out of the steep mountain peak, it washed out a vast plain, which is the Utubula Plain.

The water level gradually slowed down here, like a beautiful ribbon, floating on the plain, with beasts rushing in the jungle on both sides of the shore, and life was high. A little further away, there were large areas of farmland. At this time, the crops in the fields had grown, and the fields were green.

Those who rely on the Harvest River to make a living are not only farmers but also fishermen. This season is the period when the longfin fish in the Harvest River swim back and lay eggs. Experienced fishermen will cast nets to catch them during this period. The meat of the longfin fish is delicious and has always been a favorite delicacy on the table of nobles. The fillets made of longfin fish are even qualified to be brought into the palace for His Majesty to taste.

However, the long-finned fish is powerful and fierce, with sharp teeth. Even if it is caught, it often bites the fish net and escapes, or suddenly rises up after being salvaged onto the boat, biting the fishermen.

Fishermen's deaths occur every year due to attacks on albino fish.

Simeone sat at the bow of the boat, her hands jumping flexibly on a fishing net, as if she was dancing, and she made a low hum in her throat, singing a small song from the local area, with beautiful tunes.

Soon, she turned around and shouted to the cabin: "Grandpa, the fishing net has been repaired!"

An old voice came from the cabin: "Oh, is it? My Simone is the most capable, let me see."

An old man walked out of the cabin, wearing the straw raincoat that fishermen often wore, his muddy eyes first stopped on his granddaughter, showing a loving smile, and then he took the fishing net tremblingly.

His hands were rubbed on the fishing net as if they were bark, and the old man said, "It's a good job, my child. This fishing net has been repaired by you at least ten times, right? But it still looks like new."

The girl's expression was very proud: "I will set up the first website today."

The first net where fishermen started fishing has always had a particularly important significance. Fishermen believe that the harvest of the first net directly determines their harvest this season.

The old man solemnly agreed.

The girl took back the fishing net and leaned her hands on her chest: "Great God, you gave us food, you gave us wealth, you taught us how to survive, you gave us sweet water, and guided us in darkness to find light. We accept your rewards, we dare not refuse your punishment, and we dare not disobey your instructions..."

After praying silently, the girl spread the fishing net in her hand.

Catching longfin fish is actually a simple and difficult thing.

As long as the net is placed well, all you have to do is wait for the longfin fish to crash into the net. Its gills will hang on the net, causing it to be unable to retreat. As for whether it can rely on its own strength to break free from the fishing net, it depends not only on the fish itself, the quality of the fishing net, but also on luck. In order to pray for good luck, the gods have become the most important basis for fishermen.

Without waiting for too long, the fishing net shaking obviously violently, which means that some fish have entered the net.

When catching a longfin fish, you cannot expect many fish to go down one net. If you can catch one net, it is a satisfactory harvest.

Simone ran over to close the net, her little face was very excited and nervous.

She hoped that she could successfully bring this fishing net, pulling the fishing net with her left hand and holding a harpoon in her right hand.

"It's so heavy. We caught a big fish in the net, grandpa!" the little girl turned around and shouted.

The old man also ran over excitedly.

The grandfather and grandson worked hard to close the net together.

However, when the net was collected, Simone was stunned.

There were no fish in the net, but a bald man was lying.

"Oh, my god, it's alone! Grandpa."

Simone closed her eyes and shouted, the man was actually naked.

"A wounded person." The old man's expression was very serious. He clearly saw that there was a black long sword inserted in the man's lower abdomen.

The old man quickly opened the net and pressed his face against the man's chest to listen: "Hey, he's still alive. Looking at his skin, he had been soaked in the water for at least one day, and was injured so seriously, but he wasn't dead yet. Is this guy a slap?"

"He is still alive? What should we do?" Simone secretly looked at the man from his fingers. Oh my God, he looks so strong, but... but what is the thing under him? The little girl is very curious.

She saw the man covered with strange tattoos.

"Maybe we should throw him back." The old man said seriously. As an old man who has lived for decades, he knew very well what this kind of thing meant.

Trouble, the troubles associated with the samurai, even a minimum-level samurai is not something that a person like him can afford to provoke.

"But we can't do that, he will die."

"We don't say it, no one knows."

Simone put down her hand and looked at his grandfather with a serious expression: "But God knows. We accept God's gifts, and we do not refuse the punishment from God. Maybe this is God's arrangement, and we send this person to us to save him. We cannot refuse God's arrangement."

"Silly child, there is no god in this world." The old man shook his head.

"But……"

"Sorry, Simone, I can't agree with you on this matter. You don't know how dangerous the world is. This guy has a sword in his body, which means someone wants to kill him. We don't know who is going to kill him, but no matter which kind of person it is, we can't afford to throw him back into the water!" The old man said and looked at the man and sighed: "I'm sorry, young man, if it were me alone, I will definitely save you, but for my granddaughter..."

He grabbed the man's shoulder and was about to push him into the water.

"No! Grandpa!" Simone shouted.

The old man was about to speak, but he found that the man in a coma suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood-red eyes made the old man feel cold.

This look is clearly not something that humans can possess, just like a devil, intimidating. As for the tattoo on his body, it emits strange light...

He actually stood up, stretched out a hand, slowly pulled out the black long sword inserted in his abdomen, and the blood flowed along the blade.

The old man was stunned and knelt down with a plop: "Please... don't... don't kill me... no, no, this is all my idea. If you want to kill me, kill me. Please let my granddaughter go..."

The begging voice was not answered, and the old man raised his head blankly.

He saw that the man in the water fell down obliquely again...

The old man and Simone looked at each other.

Simone plucked up the man with courage. She saw that this was actually a very beautiful man. Her face was clear and angular, her outline was full, and her muscles were full of explosive power. Even some strange tattoos were full of special beauty...

"Are you sure you want to throw him down? Grandpa." Simone asked softly.

The old man shivered and finally lowered his head.

He murmured, "This is God's will, and God's will cannot be violated..."

When the man woke up, he found himself in a narrow cabin.

The air-dried fish was hanging on the top of the cabin, and the boat was shaking slightly in the water. People creaked on the boards, and even the sound of the river could be heard.

There was nothing else in this simple cabin except himself. He struggled to sit up, but found that his abdomen and his whole body were wrapped in bandages. These bandages were made of strips of cloth.

A little girl came in with a bowl of hot fish soup. She was startled when she saw the man standing there and almost sprinkled the fish soup.

She quickly put down the fish soup and said in an excited tone: "Are you awake?"

The dull eyes glanced at the girl, but the man did not answer, but showed a curious look, as if he was looking at some rare toy.

This made the girl's face flushed. She rubbed the corners of her clothes and said softly: "I hope you won't be angry with my grandfather's behavior. No matter what, he finally didn't do that."

"Your...grandfather?" the man spoke with difficulty.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded vigorously.

Then she was disappointed to see that there was no expression on the man's face, as if what happened the day before yesterday had nothing to do with him.

After thinking about it, the girl picked up the fish soup and brought it to the man's mouth.

The man was a little confused. Look at the girl, he saw the sincere look.

So he picked up the fish soup and drank it in one sip.

"Be careful! It's very hot!" the girl shouted.

But the man seemed to have no feeling.

The girl bit her teeth slightly, and this man...is so strange.

So she plucked up the courage to ask, "Hey... what's your name? Why are you injured in the water?"

The man looked at the girl, said nothing, and walked straight out of the cabin.

"Hey, you're injured and haven't healed yet, so you can't run around."

The man turned around, looked at the little girl, and untied the bandage wrapped around him.

Looking at his movements, the little girl shouted: "You can't do that, the wound has not healed yet."

The bandage was untied, the man's belly was as smooth as a mirror, and the little girl was dazed in her eyes.

"You...your injury is healed?" She couldn't believe it.

The man didn't answer, just looked at the little girl.

The little girl's face turned redder and she lowered her head and said, "Then...well, you can leave. But..."

The man still didn't say anything, and the little girl stamped her feet: "But you have to tell me where you are from and ask your family to bring you some money. No matter what... you have to pay our fishing net money."

In the last sentence, the little girl spoke very lowly.

"Family..." The man chewed this sentence carefully, and thoughts appeared between his eyebrows.

"Don't you have family?" the girl asked in shock.

"I... don't... know..." the man replied with great difficulty.

The girl was disappointed. This man who looked like a steely man turned out to be a stutter.

The other party’s flaws made the girl more courageous, she asked:

"So, what's your name and where are you from?"

A confused color appeared in the man's eyes: "Name? I don't... know... I... don't... remember..."

The little girl was stunned.
Chapter completed!