The hillside wasn't far from the foot of the mountain. It only took ten minutes. There was a group of people at the foot of the mountain. When they saw Roland coming down, they all had mocking smiles on their faces. There was even a man who gestured to an auntie about the length and shape of something, which caused the surrounding people to burst into laughter.
Roland felt that his cheeks were burning, but he forced himself to walk past them calmly. Even though he was a dozen meters away, he could still sense that dozens of people were staring at him from behind.
The first experience of this game was truly unfriendly.
If this happened in reality, Roland would've probably had to work elsewhere, but this was just a game … While it was embarrassing, he felt much better when he remembered that they were all NPCs.
However, those people's reactions were indeed reasonable. This game was exactly as advertised, and every intelligent NPC was no different from a real person.
Roland walked on the street and looked at the busy people around him. Some were in a hurry, some were hawking their wares, and of course, some were doing manual labor with bags of various sizes on their shoulders.
All the people here seemed to be civilians. Both men and women, they all wore linen shirts and had dark skin. Of course, there were occasionally fair-skinned young women walking on the street.
In comparison, Roland was the strangest person on the street.
Although he was also wearing a grayish-brown linen shirt, his skin was smoother and smoother than all the women's. It was obvious that he had never suffered.
Therefore, he had been stared at and saluted all the way.
Enduring the strange gazes of the people around him, Roland finally made it to the green stone bridge. Earlier, when he overlooked the town from the hillside, he had memorized the terrain and streets of the town, so he didn't need to ask for directions.
The stone bridge was very wide and straight. Walking on the bridge, the phosphorescent lake was on both sides, and the slightly damp lake wind brushed past his ears, making him feel as if he would be blown away by the wind.
Roland couldn't help but lean against the railing of the bridge and watch the rippling lake surface that was as blue as crystal. When he was halfway up the mountain, he could see the entire lake, but now that he was on the bridge, he couldn't see the end of the lake.
On a fishing boat in the distance, a fisherman was singing a folk song as he pulled a net of white fish onto his boat.
Behind the bridge, three kids carrying baskets walked up. They looked to be about seven or eight years old, two boys and one girl. Their noses were yellow and their clothes were full of patches. They hopped to Roland's back.
When they saw Roland, they pointed at him and laughed.
At this moment, the effect of Language Proficiency hadn't worn off yet. Roland could understand what they were saying.
"Mom said this brother is always naked."
"Grandpa said that he doesn't understand. Maybe there's something wrong with his head."
"Dad said he was trying to seduce a woman. What is seduction?"
Roland turned around and looked at the three kids helplessly.
Wow …
Seeing him turn around, the three little fellows seemed to be startled. They carried their baskets and ran to the other side of the bridge. They even made faces at him from afar, extremely pleased with themselves.
His mood of admiring the beautiful scenery was ruined by the three naughty children. He clapped his hands and continued on his way. The three little fellows in front of him ran further and further away. Very soon, they were out of sight.
Donkey carts occasionally passed by on the bridge. Roland had intended to hitch a ride, but he gave up the idea after thinking about it. After all, those donkey carts were carrying things that were too disgusting to look at. They were either manure buckets or strange objects.
After crossing the bridge and leaving the town, Roland set foot on a dirt road. Even though he was wearing linen shoes, Roland could still feel that the ground was bumpy and uncomfortable. By logic, he was used to the asphalt or concrete roads in the big cities. He shouldn't be tired after walking on such a dirt road for long.
But what was strange was that he didn't feel tired after walking for almost an hour.
Maybe it was because he was a character in the game. Roland thought of such a possibility.
As he got further and further away from Red Mountain Town, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. There were woods on both sides of the yellow dirt road. When they first left the town, they could still see donkey carts passing by from time to time. But now, there was only the strong mountain wind blowing through the woods from time to time, making rustling sounds. The strange cries of unknown birds echoed in the empty woods, adding to the loneliness.
After climbing a hill, he saw maple trees on both sides of the road. There was no other sound except the wind, not even the chirping of insects. Roland remembered that Falken once said that this was the breeding ground of giant spiders.
Giant spiders? How giant were they? Roland was rather curious and eager to see them, but he decided not to. He would go to the big cities first and see if there were other players. Also, the transportation and intelligence in the big cities were more developed. It should be easier for him to find a job. He could stay there for a while and earn some money for traveling expenses. Then, it would be much easier for him to go to other cities. Later, after he reached out to his best friend, he would be able to go there directly.
It was almost noon, and the sun was scorching. Roland sat down under the shade of a tree, planning to take a rest for a while.
But not long after he sat down, he seemed to hear the cry of a child. It was indistinct, and it wasn't real.
At this moment, nobody was on either side of the road. The whole area was terrifyingly quiet. Roland looked around and saw nothing but trees and colorful weeds.
He chuckled, thinking that it was indeed easy to have weird hallucinations when one was alone in an empty and quiet environment. It must've been the origin of many ghost stories.
With his back against the tree, Roland fanned himself with his hand and listened to the rustling of the leaves in the wind. It was tranquil and peaceful, and he felt very comfortable. But in the next second, he suddenly jumped up and dashed into the woods.
Because just now, he heard another terrified scream. Although it was still faint, it sounded somewhat familiar. Then, he remembered that an hour ago, three little fellows had made fun of him. One of the little fellows' voice he remembered more clearly. Because it was a girl, her voice was rather sharp.
And these three little fellows were walking in front of him.
Giant spiders and kids? Seriously?
He dashed into the woods. Very soon, the screams became clearer. After he entered the woods of Maple Village, he found that it was very dark and unlit. There were rotten leaves on the ground that emitted a weird stench. There seemed to be white nets at the roots of some of the trees.
At this moment, the screams of the kids were echoing not far away.
Roland sped up and bypassed a dozen weird maple trees that were at least two meters in diameter. Then, he was greeted by a chilling scene.
Three kids were crawling on the branches of a tall tree. Below the roots, an enormous spider was hitting the tree nonstop. After every hit, the tree would tremble, and the kids on it would scream in fear.
How big was the spider? It was at least 1.5 meters tall. Considering the distance between its limbs, it was at least two meters wide.
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