Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 108 If you don't...

It's a bit cold, and my head hurts a little.

The sound of flowing water woke him up; it was a stream.

Where am I? This is weird.

He looked at his reflection by the stream. It was a strange face—yet very familiar. He looked to be about ten years old, with fairly regular features—but why were his ears round and his front teeth long and sharp? Although there was nothing unusual in his mouth—he looked like a rat-man or demi-human from the internet.

It should be called "the Internet in its previous life".

What's going on?

My name is ————

That's right—my name is Fafnir Beckett, and that should be my name in this life. He was surprised to find that the name suited him very well, even more so than his name in his previous life.

Fafnir tried hard to recall any useful information, but unfortunately, apart from his memories of his past life, he couldn't remember anything about the original owner of the body.

well----

A soul transmigrated and without the original body's memories? This is bad—

He carefully recalled his memories of his past life. They were ordinary and mundane, like images playing in his mind. Although there were many beautiful or painful moments, those memories seemed to be from many, many years ago and were somewhat blurred.

Fafnir suddenly felt a little sad, a little sad. He decided to rest for a while.

Stop dwelling on the past. Let bygones be bygones, and let things take their natural course.

After a while, Fafnir emerged from his slump. He looked around at himself and his surroundings. The environment wasn't great; there was a flowing stream and some woods nearby, but no one else was around. It seemed to be in the countryside.

But perhaps it's a good thing, after all, one needs to be wary of strangers, and currently he knows nothing about this world.

As for himself, Fafnir looked around. He was wearing a long black robe that felt quite fine to the touch, with a silver feather on the chest. But why did the robe look somewhat worn, as if it were stained with a lot of dark brown "pigment"? And—he hadn't noticed it before—a sword lay quietly not far away. Fafnir walked over curiously. The sword had a guard and a clasp, and the blade had faintly engraved, intricate patterns that he couldn't understand at all. More importantly, the blade was covered with a large area of ​​dark brown "pigment" that matched his robe—

Fafnir felt he understood completely. A chill ran through him, accompanied by a rapid heartbeat. He felt a deep-seated panic. It was blood, and so much blood, dried blood—perhaps, no, it was definitely the original owner's blood—

Fafnir panicked and even considered throwing the sword into the stream to "destroy the evidence" —

No, no, perhaps it's not like that. Calm down—Fafner thought carefully. He was in the countryside or wilderness, and having a weapon for self-defense would always be useful. His clothes were of decent quality, and the sword looked well-made. Maybe he was a person of some status, or even a minor nobleman, facing the melodramatic scenario of being hunted down by enemies—

As he pondered, Fafnir almost convinced himself, but at least his mind calmed down a bit, and he began to examine the sword, "Kingsley DeMerry," more carefully.

Fafnir found the name on the back of the gauntlet, and what surprised him even more was that he recognized these characters that were not Chinese characters. Fortunately, he knew the writing system of this world, otherwise, if he were an illiterate person who had lost his memory, his situation would only be worse. Fafnir was a little relieved. By the way, what does this name have to do with him?

But no matter how he thought about it, Fafnir had no clue and could only put the problem aside for the time being.

Fafnir then searched his body for any useful information. Inside his robe was a pocket; he felt it and found some currency, seemingly made of copper and silver. These coins not only had designs but also a small line of text: "Issued by the Financial Committee of the Holy Kingdom of the Elves." Ah, so that's it! Fafnir suddenly realized he was in a country called the "Holy Kingdom of the Elves." Just from the name, he knew it was a country dominated by elves. But he didn't look like an elf; what elf looked like that? He must be a "ratman." Could it be that he was a ratman being hunted by elves? Was the Holy Kingdom at war, and were the ratmen and elves enemies? Fafnir felt his assumptions might be incorrect—

It's okay, relax and let things take their course.

Think about it, Fafnir, what useful knowledge do you have to offer, like how to solve a chase in another world, or how to alleviate poverty?

It seemed not. Fafnir felt a little disappointed, but not sad. Although his memories of his past life seemed somewhat incomplete, he always felt that perhaps he had forgotten some memories—

Fafner recalled that he must have studied foreign languages ​​in his previous life, since the "knowledge" stored in his mind only included some foreign language knowledge other than Chinese. Had he forgotten something? Hmm, there was also some knowledge related to world history, perhaps it was a hobby in his previous life?

Fafnir thought carefully, but he finally understood one fact: no matter what, he could only rely on himself in this world. His knowledge as a transmigrator was practically useless. He was supposed to be a foreign language major, but in this world, he could only depend on himself. Things like "inventing XX," "creating XX from scratch," and the "Industrial Revolution" were completely irrelevant to him. Perhaps this world had a high level of scientific development, and the "Elf Holy Kingdom" sounded like it might contain extraordinary beings—

It's alright, Fafnir, relax. Things will work themselves out. Besides, not everyone wants to chase fame, fortune, or even rule the world. Just live a good life, peacefully, and without regrets before you die.

Um--

If you don't have————

EcnnyBaCHeTyAoMa, (If you don't have a house)

∏oKap bl e My He C Tp aWH bl, (It won't encounter a fire)

NeCnNBblHeNBeTe, (If you don't survive)

TOBaMNHe,τOBaMNHe

(Then you too)

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ToBaMNHeyMnpaTb.

(Won't die)

AyMaTecaMn, pewaTecaMn, (Think about it yourself and decide for yourself)

VMeTbNΩNHeNMeTb.

(Should I own these?)

Fafnir recalled a very classic and humorous song from his past life, the theme song from "The Trick of Fate" —

Haha, at least I'm alive now! Keep it up, Fafnir!

The future is in your own hands. Don't be afraid of loss and pain; live life to the fullest.

Suddenly, a sentence popped into his mind.

sacovazionaoparaempe"

Hmm, I must have been a foreign language major in my past life, haha, I'm really useless — Fafnir thought, "An empty bag won't stand up." How can an empty bag stay upright? A person without food can't get through the day well.

Fafnir was very hungry and needed to fill his stomach.

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