Large cities surrounded by wards may be lucky and crowded, because as the first object of care of Gaudos the Great and tilting almost all the resources of the empire to these first- and second-class towns, the price is to give up those who are not abundant in people. third- and fourth-class towns.
Many of these third- and fourth-class areas may have been eliminated by the darkness of despair, but there are definitely not a few who are desperately trying to survive. Perhaps not far away from these cities, there may be several third-class towns or fourth-class villages that are not protected by barriers and can only be submerged in darkness.
When the undead sky was raging and darkness descended on this land, not all the people of the Negras Empire chose to leave their homes and find their new residence in a city with better conditions or in a foreign country. Rather, it would be better to say that a considerable number of people Still stubbornly chose to stay in his former residence.
When the curtain of the undead fell, all the people in the Negolas Empire did receive a message from Emperor Gaudos. They more or less guessed what kind of life would be waiting for them next.
A large number of people in third-class towns or fourth-class villages did carry their luggage and headed to the nearest city with their families. But the remaining people, especially the old, young, women and children with limited mobility, chose to stay and stay with their hometown submerged in darkness.
Probably because of the so-called "countryside complex", even if they can't see the sunshine of the past, even if they are in darkness, no matter how difficult the conditions are, these people are not willing to give up the small house they call "home". Be willing to give up the small village that you call "home".
Fortunately, while the Undead Canopy cuts off sunlight and makes most plants lose their biological functions, another part of magical plants slowly rises in this darkness - fungi. Without direct sunlight and fully absorbing the dark magic in the soil and air, these little things that originally only grew and sprouted in dark corners began to thrive without restriction, with numbers and As the species multiplied, they also gradually replaced the functions that those withered plants were supposed to play in nature.
Even in this darkness, special fungi such as "luminous fungi" or "heat-generating fungi" have mutated, providing many things for those humans and dark creatures who live in the dark. One point of heat, one point of light.
Just like a firefly, even if it is weak, it can shine a little light in the dark without waiting for a torch.
Ten kilometers away from Hamlet Manor, there is a small village called "Lotata Village", lingering in the darkness.
Although the sun and stars no longer appear in the sky, local villagers still rely on the brightness cycle of the luminous fungi planted in the village to distinguish between day and night, and use this to plan when to work and when to rest. The village originally grew wheat. Fields such as corn and rice have also been replaced with edible fungi.
Since edible fungi are widely used and easy to grow, the work in the fields is basically left to the village women. The strong men in the village will go to a slightly farther place to watch the sentries to prevent any zombies or zombies with no eyes. It is the skeletons that disturb the lives of the villagers. Having said that, except for the fact that little devils who like to steal food or harass village women occasionally visit this forgotten village, in general, this village is still a very ordinary and peaceful little world.
However, the unexpected intrusion of an uninvited guest broke the long-standing peace of the village.
"Plop!"
It was a featureless day in the endless darkness. It was almost time for the villagers to have dinner. The elderly were boiling hot water at home, the children were chasing each other in the backyard, and the men in the village had already taken a few bites in advance. The meal was prepared and guarded by the companions on the outer circle in shifts, while the village women in the fields harvested the last inch of edible fungi in the fields and took them home for cooking and storage.
Suddenly, from a corner of the village field, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. That was the field belonging to the village woman Mila's family. Her friends, the village women, had already finished their work and gone home, but she was still harvesting edible fungi in the field, not being skilled in her movements.
"Who? Who's there?"
Mira asked timidly. She tightened her grip on the scythe in her hand, but she still felt a little scared.
However, the other party did not reply.
"Who? Who's there?"
Mira asked again, curiosity making her courageous. After lighting the precious oil lamp on his waist, he moved closer in that direction. When the distance was close enough, Mira finally saw clearly that the person lying in the field of her home was an adult man with a burning smell. His face and body were severely burned, and only his eyes could move normally. .
"who is he?"
"Why are you here?"
"Why didn't the men on guard notice him?"
Mira clearly had countless questions in her heart, but the moment she looked at the man, these questions were all thrown away. Mira even felt that her consciousness seemed to be sucked away by these eyes, and her brain The only thinking ability left is probably this sigh:
This man's eyes are so beautiful, like blood-red jewels!
"Water, please give me water."
Even though the man didn't speak, Mira heard his voice clearly.
"Okay...ok."
He hurriedly took the water bag at hand and carefully poured it into the man's mouth. When he drank it, Mira smiled happily, as if the one who was rescued was not the burned man in front of her, but herself. Same.
"Food, please share some food with me?"
After drinking water into his throat, the man was finally able to make some normal sounds. Although it was hoarse, it sounded very magnetic. Mira felt that her bones were a little soft.
"Here, please eat some edible fungi. They were just picked from the ground. They are very fresh."
After Mira rinsed the edible mushrooms with water, she carefully stuffed them into the man's mouth, just like she was taking care of her neighbor's younger brother who was just born not long ago.
"Thanks!"
After devouring a lot of edible fungi, the man finally regained some strength. He held onto the ground, straightened up with great reluctance, and looked at Mira beside him.
"May I have your name?"
The man stared at Mira for a long time, seemingly hesitant before finally making up his mind.
"Mira."
Under the gaze of the ruby-like eyes, Mira's cheeks were unconsciously stained with a hint of blush.
"Where's the last name?"
"You are joking, how could a poor man like me have a last name?"
Mira shook her head, with a hint of frustration in her eyes. According to the regulations of this continent, only wealthy people and above are worthy of having surnames. Ordinary people are not worthy of mentioning their ancestors at all, let alone after their own names. Plus the family name passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors.
"Mira."
This time, the man’s face was very close, and his cold breath brushed against Mira’s cheek, making Mira feel that her earlobes were itchy and the roots behind her ears were numb.
"I will remember your name, Mira."
The sudden cool touch on her neck made Mira feel a little confused. Then, her consciousness was out of control and disappeared as if falling into the abyss. Before her eyes closed, the man's name was still in her ears. The edge kept echoing.
"My name is Eamonn, Eamonn Hamlet. Thank you for the treat, Miss Mira!"
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