A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The prosthetic eye was so cracked that fragments flew off.

That's terrible, I don't know when I'll recover.

Moreover, he didn't really want to go find Chunlang and Zulong, so he was conflicted for a while.

"Ouch... my back hurts so much." Having been lying on the ground for too long, Bray felt his back was quite stiff, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The first thing Bray did after getting up was to go to the spot where Whiteface had disappeared.

He was trying to find something in this place that could prove the guy had ever existed.

However, it did not.

There was nothing left where the white powder disappeared.

Therefore, Bray felt that the gift Whiteface had given him was definitely a trap.

"What are you looking for?" Atwood asked, glancing sideways at Brey as he ate the meat he had taken from Breynaso with relish.

“It’s nothing,” Bray said, shaking his head in a subtle tone.

"So mysterious." Atwood shrugged. He wasn't particularly interested in knowing, so he didn't press the matter.

Bray ignored Atwood's grumbling and used his left hand to retrieve the broken "black key".

The moment the "black key" was held in Bray's hand, the scattered fragments were pieced together again.

But Bray keenly realized that "Black Key" was missing a small part of the blade, and that the missing part could never be found again.

Some of the sword fragments, in the end, could not escape being destroyed.

It can only be said that this battle exceeded the sword's capacity; if it's not careful, "The Last Echo" might break.

He had this bad feeling when the "Swan Song" sword bent.

Of course, the "Final Echo" was not broken in the end, but some of the "Black Keys" were lost.

This jet-black broadsword is missing exactly the middle section, but it does have some large openings that allow light to pass through.

"What, you have another destination in mind?" Atwood asked, seeing that Bray looked ready to set off again.

"Yes, I plan to go to the Northern Continent."

"Really? To the Northern Continent?" Atwood exclaimed in surprise.

In this day and age, someone actually thinks about crossing the sea; he's truly a brave soul.

"Swim across?" Atwood asked with surprising seriousness, as if he genuinely believed Bray intended to swim across.

“No way.” Bray curled his lip. He wasn’t a crazy guy; there was no way he would swim across.

"I plan to catch a fish and take it with me," he said seriously.

“…” Atwood fell silent.

"I think you'll be swallowed by all sorts of sea monsters halfway there," the hunter kindly advised.

Being strong on land doesn't mean you'll be strong at sea.

"Are you really planning to find a fish to take you across the sea?" Atwood tried to confirm Bray's ambition again.

“Yes.” Bray nodded emphatically.

"In that case, I'll give you something." Atwood sighed deeply.

The elven hunter took a leaf from under his obviously old and smelly cloak.

To be precise, it is a leaf whistle made from folded leaves.

"This is to exchange for the meat you gave me before," he said, as if he were still thinking about how precious Ye Di was.

“What’s the use?” Bray took the leaf flute with the only hand he could lift.

“Blow the leaf flute at the wild animals, and think about what you want to say, and the wild animals will understand what you want to say.” Bray looked at the leaf flute in his hand suspiciously, and then looked up at Atwood.

Even without Bray saying a word, Atwood knew exactly what this guy was going to say.

"Don't ask, it's just that amazing." Atwood patted his chest.

Although it wasn't taken from a glittering treasure chest, Atwood could guarantee the effectiveness of something with his integrity.

This leaf flute is made from the leaves of a thousand-year-old tree, and it was enchanted by a famous mage.

Talking to animals is something that's incredibly easy to achieve.

“No, what I wanted to ask was, is there saliva on it?” Bray asked casually.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in the leaf flute's function, but he thought that Atwood's saliva might get on it.

"..." Atwood's expression looked very unpleasant.

"I don't know," the hunter said, emphasizing each word.

"..." This time it was Bray's turn to be silent. Even if he washed it clean, he still felt a little strange if there was saliva in it.

“If you were a female elf, that would be acceptable,” Bray said helplessly.

“I’m so sorry,” Atwood said through gritted teeth, glaring at the other man.

Why is this guy focusing on such strange things? Can't he care about the authenticity of Ye Di's abilities?

“Ah…right.” Bray began slowly, his speech seemingly slowed down by half.

"What's wrong now?"

"I want to say something that can be conveyed to wild animals, right?"

"Correct."

“Can I understand what the wild animals are saying?” Bray asked.

“You’re daydreaming. Who the hell knows what wild animals talk about?” Atwood waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that it was impossible.

Then Bray was greatly disappointed.

"Alright, you can head towards the Northern Continent now." The hunter, carrying a pile of meat he'd swiped from Bray's pouch, walked about fifty meters away.

He freed one hand and waved it vigorously, showing no intention of going with Bray.

Normally, someone like that would probably join the team or something, but Atwood is different.

He knew Bray was doing some difficult things, but that wasn't the reason he became partners with Bray.

He also has his own things to do, which may seem insignificant compared to things like Bray's killing of Silver Saints.

But that's something only he can do.

"Are you leaving?" Bray turned his head to one side and couldn't help but ask.

“Otherwise what? I’m a wanderer, am I supposed to go to the Northern Continent with you?” Atwood retorted.

"You're allowed to leave, but I'm not?"

“That makes sense.” Bray thought about it and realized it made sense.

"But before you go to the Northern Continent, make sure you are in good condition."

“I think any monster I could grab right now could hurt you.” With that, Atwood turned his back to Bray and began his next journey of wandering.

Bray had no reason to say anything to persuade Atwood to stay, but he was still somewhat grateful to Atwood.

Although it was a coincidence, without Atwood, I don't know how long I would have had to lie here to recover.

Moreover, they might die from excessive bleeding before they recover.

Atwood saved his life and even gave him some nice things.

Although this hunter is strange, he is a really nice person.

If his thought process weren't so peculiar, Bray felt he could be friends with him.

As he was thinking this, Bray took out a bucket of water and began to rinse the leaf flute, which was very likely to have been contaminated with Atwood's words.

Although I don't know if washing it like this will cause the leaf flute to become ineffective, I feel uncomfortable if I don't wash it.

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Afterwards, Bray listened to Atwood's advice and took good care of his injuries.

He found a camp of lower species in the wasteland and settled there.

However, Bray learned his lesson well from the last time, and he didn't use his waist pack much while in this camp.

Therefore, it did not attract people's attention or envy.

Moreover, he didn't bring a lot of food; he just played the role of a mediocre hunter during his breaks, hunting a few monsters.

Therefore, Bray could occasionally bring some food, so the people in the camp were quite polite to this newcomer.

He later learned that there was actually a water source on the wasteland, and he could get water for free there.

Bray suddenly realized just how stupid he had been to exchange meat for water.

I was being taken advantage of like a fool.

However, he was only annoyed for a moment, and soon felt indifferent.

It's pointless to dwell on these things at this point. It's better to adjust your mindset and prepare to cross the sea.

Bray raised his right arm, where the puncture wound had scabbed over.

Although he could feel intense pain with the slightest exertion, he was well aware that his injury was beginning to improve.

New flesh has grown back on the part of my arm that was blown off.

It has to be said, what exactly are the priest's potions made of? They are excessively effective.

Bray thought his right arm would be in that broken state for the rest of his life.

At this rate, my right arm should be fully recovered and able to fight again in about a month.

"Bray, it's my turn to be on night duty tonight, you can get a good night's sleep," a minotaur said to Bray in a simple and honest manner.

Because he lives here, Bray must also abide by the local rules and keep watch at set times.

However, other people kept watch during the rest of the night, so he could sleep soundly.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Bray nodded in response.

"You're welcome, hahaha, you often bring us lots of prey."

“It’s great that everyone can eat well,” the minotaur said, patting Bray hard on the shoulder.

"I really wish you could live here forever."

“It’s a pity, I’ll be leaving.” Bray slowly shook his head.

"Ah... really? What a pity." The minotaur silently muttered to himself, not knowing what to say next, and went back to his post.

Bray glanced intently at his back before focusing his gaze on the cracked pocket watch in his hand.

This pocket watch was given to me by Mira. During the final battle with Whiteface, it absorbed all the concepts of "time and space" and rewound Bray's life force as he was dying.

He didn't know who had asked Mira to give it to him before, but now Bray knows.

This pocket watch undoubtedly belongs to Beatrix.

Bray felt a bit slow; he should have thought of that guy Beatrix when he saw the pocket watch.

Now, it's probably impossible for me to express my gratitude.

"Hmm... I feel like I'm a bit of a loser," Bray muttered to himself.

I felt like I did a lot along the way, but in reality, I didn't do anything useful.

But... he still had to keep going, and when he reached the end, he would know what would be useful.

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