Chapter 2142

Enlightenment mainland, dawn town along the East China Sea, Shengxiang farm.

Little sam hurried out of the farmer's room. His face was pale and his hands were still shaking. He seemed to be lost.

It was not until he bumped into the wine maid at the corner that he regained his consciousness.

"Little Sam? How did you get into the manor? Don't you know that the master hates slaves running into..." before the wine maid finished, she was suddenly stunned and looked straight at Little Sam's hand.

A lot of blood was all over little sam's elbow, his sleeve and his palm.

The wine maid couldn't believe it. She looked at little sam and looked in the direction of little Sam. her fingers trembled and pointed at him: "you, you are..."

"I... I didn't mean it." Little Sam looked a little frightened, waved the maid's hand and ran out.

Not long after little sam ran away, he clearly heard the scream of the wine maid.

"I didn't mean to kill him, no, he was forcing me." Little Sam said repeatedly. When he rushed out of the manor gate and looked at the vast farm outside and the herdsmen coming and going, his eyes suddenly became deeper: "no, I'll be found if I go out like this now. I want to calm down."

"Kill him, kill that beast. If I'm caught, I'll die. I have to get out of here."

Little sam took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He took off his blood stained coat and threw it in the sewage pit. He went to the bucket to wash the serum on his hands.

Then pretend nothing happened and walk outside.

Along the way, many people saw little sam, and some also found that little Sam looked pale and asked a few questions, but he dismissed them on the grounds of fatigue.

It was not until he was near the gate of the farm that there was noise and shouting behind him.

There were few people in front of little Sam. he didn't look back and ran out without hesitation.

He was very lucky. The guard at the gate of the farm had not received the news. The guard did not stop him and allowed him to rush to the path in the field.

In the dense forest running all the way, Little Sam was a little relieved.

But soon after he relaxed, he became vigilant again. Because he looked back and found that he had trampled on many dead branches all the way, there was no coat to cover it, there were bleeding marks on his arms, and there were red marks on the ground from time to time.

"It's bound to be found by the tracker." Little Sam: "can't stop, keep running."

Little sam continued to run towards the deep forest. This time, he began to pay attention to himself and try not to leave traces.

While running, little sam thought in his heart: "although the beast is only a farmer, the nobles in the town often go to the manor to have private meetings with him, and maybe the nobles also participated in that matter. Therefore, I can't go back to the town. The sheriff must be angry with the beast, and I must stay away from dawn town... It's better to leave even Yinyun duchy."

"But where should I go?" Little Sam: what should I do in the future

Little Sam doesn't want to think about the future, but he killed people and killed the farmer as a slave. Even if he has an inside story, he won't win anyone's sympathy. He has no place in Yinyun duchy.

There is only one way to escape. But even if he ran away to other countries, he had no identity and was still hot with the seal of slavery. I'm afraid there is no place in the whole mainland.

Do you want to escape overseas? But how did he escape?

The future seems bleak. All this is because he killed the farmer, but if he doesn't kill him, he will die.

A hopeless future is better than eternal silence, isn't it? Little Sam said to himself.

"Anyway, I just want to live." Little Sam didn't dare to think about the future, because if he really thought about the hopeless future, he was afraid that he would be persuaded by death.

Little sam now thought of leaving wholeheartedly, rushing out of the woods, taking the path to White Bay, and then bypassing the Strait to other countries.

After Little Sam had been running for about six or seven hours and the night curtain had opened, he came to a hill. Looking back at the hillside, he saw the faint light of a torch in the distant forest. Although he could not see who the torch represented, he vaguely heard that the night wind brought the barking of a dog in the distance.

Scout dogs raised by the town Knight guard!

Little sam stared at the fire in the distance, spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, and turned back and ran to the other side.

He didn't eat anything. He was too hungry to run, but he didn't dare to stop.

But even so, little sam knew that he could not escape. He could not escape the sharp nose of the reconnaissance dog... He would be caught up in half an hour at most.

But even if he knew the result, little sam wanted to try. Maybe he could find a river ahead and wash away the smell.

But little Sam didn't see any river.

His ears had begun to blur, and he heard the noise. Little Sam's heart was almost desperate.

Little sam even thought about killing himself on a cliff... At least, it's better than the torture after being detained or even offering sacrifices.

But he doesn't want to die. He wants to live.

But, do you still have a chance? Little sam shouted hopelessly, questioned and prayed. He really didn't want to end his life like this. When he became a slave, he didn't want to die, let alone now.

Little sam, burning the last glimmer of hope, kept running forward.

But fate seemed to be against him. Although the night brought him a certain hiding ability, it also made him ignore the obstacles on the ground. He tripped over a dead branch and, most importantly, his ankle... Twisted.

Feeling the stagnation in the wind, Little Sam was finally desperate this time.

"Eh, why is it a forest here? The road sign is positioned incorrectly?"

Just as little Sam looked hopelessly at the brilliant starry sky he might have seen for the last time and waited for the death verdict, he heard a voice in his ear.

There was no one around. There was no sound.

Little sam lay on the ground and tried to look up at the sound source.

I don't know when a red haired man who looked a little loose was coming out of the forest.

The red haired man clearly saw himself.

Little sam clearly saw that the man's golden eyes lit up in the moonlight and came towards him.

"At night, the forest is still so busy." The red haired man looked at the distance and muttered. He went to little sam, squatted down and glanced at his legs: "Hey, kid, you look terrible. Your ankles are swollen."

"So, you answer my uncle a question, and my uncle will help you treat it?"

Before little sam agreed, the red haired man asked directly, "this should be enlightenment to the mainland, right?"

Little sam nodded subconsciously before he recovered his mind.

"Fortunately, there is no offset too much." The red haired man's eyes brightened: "do you know how far away it is from the central Empire? Or is this the central Empire?"

……

Little sam felt as if he had experienced a dream.

Obviously, he was in danger. He even began to despair of the cruelty of fate. He didn't expect a dramatic reversal at this last moment.

No, the dramatization of drama is too light. It should be a turning point of magic.

Little sam thinks so because he is now in an extremely magical scene——

Overhead was a bright starry sky, surrounded by thin light clouds, and at his feet was a dream flying boat driving in the sky.

When Little Sam was very young and noble, he sat in an exquisite carriage and shepherded the giant eagle that was said to be able to ride when he grew up, but he never thought that the boat floating in the river would fly to the sky one day.

Moreover, the boat called gondola is as beautiful as a work of art in a fairy tale.

The person who created such a fairy tale dream was the red haired man he met before. It is also because of each other that he can escape from the desperate crisis.

But this way of escape made little sam feel like a dream.

"Children, let me confirm again. Do you really know the direction of the central Empire City of Saint Sam? Lying is wrong. Your nose will be long." The red haired man looked at little sam suspiciously. It was really because little Sam was too young. He looked probably twelve or three years old. It was estimated that children of this age had never left the local town. How could they know the location of the suzerain state?

"I didn't lie, I really know, because I... I used to live in St. Sam." After little sam finished, he felt his nose with some fear, and thought to himself: why does the other party say that lying needs a long nose? Is it like a witch in a fairy tale who cursed him?

"Oh?" The red haired man looked deeply into little sam's eyes. After a long time, he nodded: "you're telling the truth."

"Since you really know where Saint Sam is and are willing to take me as a guide, the deal is done." After the red haired man finished, he stretched out his index finger and hung a little in the air towards Little Sam's ankle.

Little sam immediately felt that his swollen and painful ankle suddenly became cool, and soon all the pain disappeared.

He couldn't help twisting his ankle and really returned to normal!

A flying boat can heal his ankle at will... There is no doubt that the other party must be an extraordinary person in the legend. Thinking of this, Sam dare not lie, and his nose will grow longer!

"The treatment of your ankle is a reward for my questions and answers. As for the silver coins you asked for to help me lead the way, I'll give them to you when I get to Saint Sam." The red haired man said and paused: "since we are in the same boat now, aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

Little Sam didn't dare to lie and whispered, "my name is Igor Sam rurendal. I like others to call me Sam."

When the red haired man heard Little Sam's answer, there was an imperceptible glimmer in his eyes.

Three paragraph names are not uncommon, but they are rare in a slave. The red haired man could easily find the slave seal on Little Sam's back, so he confirmed early that the other party was a slave and was most likely a runaway slave.

A slave has a three paragraph name, which means that the other party is not born a slave, but should become a slave for some reason.

What makes him feel most interesting is that the other party calls himself by the middle name. Generally speaking, the middle name belongs to the mother's surname, or taken by himself, which can even be ignored on formal occasions, but he claims to be the middle name. Obviously, he values his middle name most.

"Little Sam? He used to live in St. Sam. do you still have something to do with St. Sam?"

"It doesn't matter." Little sam lowered his head to prevent the other party from seeing the sadness in his eyes.

"It seems to really matter." The red haired man didn't listen to Little Sam's answer at all. He stroked his chin and said, "the saint Sam family is your mother's family?"

Little Sam: "

Red haired man: "well, you don't want to answer. Since you have introduced yourself, I'll introduce myself."

"My name is angel pat. You can call me Mr. pat."

Angel was near the savage cave half an hour ago. Now in the distant continent of revelation, nature is ready to find Freud.

However, angel's application of plane crossing is obviously still a beginner. Although the channel was successfully opened, there was a slight deviation in the space landmark he positioned.

He still crossed the abyss and came to the enlightenment mainland, but more than 1000 kilometers away from the central Empire and appeared in the territory of the Principality of Yinyun.

As a person who never remembers the way, angel doesn't know where Saint Sam is. Fortunately, he met the injured little sam, so that he wouldn't go to the wilderness of dreams to ask for directions... That's a bit embarrassing.

Angel is still very fond of Sam, who let him keep his face.

"By the way, will it hinder you if I take you away from Yinyun duchy to Saint Sam? If so, I can have you back later when I arrive at my destination."

Angel can see that when little sam mentioned the city of Saint Sam, he was more sad than expected, and refused more than close. It is estimated that little Sam doesn't really want to go to St. Sam.

Think of each other's suspected nobles who lived in St. Sam as children and became slaves. It is estimated that there are many twists and turns.

Angel doesn't care about each other's story, but he doesn't mind providing him with some help, such as asking someone to send him back to Yinyun duchy.

As soon as little sam heard of returning to Yinyun principality, he immediately raised his head and shook his head: "no, I don't want to go back."

"Then don't go back."

Little Sam was surprised. The other party agreed so soon: "you're not curious. Why don't I go back?"

"I'm not curious, but it's still early before the night fades. If you like to talk, I don't mind being an audience." Angel didn't care.

Little Sam was silent for a moment. He couldn't hold Mr. Pat's mind. Worried about the curse of lying, he decided to tell what had happened before.

"Oh? Because you killed the farmer, they were after you." Angel showed a sudden realization: "no wonder the mountains and forests are still so busy in the middle of the night."

"The point is not lively, but I killed people..." Little Sam whispered.

"Well, in your opinion, it's really a big deal." Angel: Why did you kill him

A trace of hatred flashed in Little Sam's eyes: "I didn't want to kill him. He wanted to kill me first and sacrifice me as a tribute. I accidentally killed him."

"The offering of tribute sounds like a sacrifice in the primitive style?" Angel whispered, "who is he going to sacrifice?"

Little Sam: "I don't know. I only know that I may not be the only one who participated in the sacrifice, and not only the farmers, but also the nobles."

After hearing this, angel did not make more statements, but thought to himself: "the collective sacrifice event... Did it come from the primitive tribes in the land of Ferran? If so, it is estimated that people from different worlds want to sacrifice. They want to deepen their contact with the wizard world through sacrifice."

"This matter can be big or small. I remember NIA of the hurricane tower, the royal family of the central empire. Let Fred know at that time."

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