The Woman at the Foot of the Mountain
Yoon Namna's voice was very pleasant, as if it was a voice that Amon had never heard before. Her voice was graceful, as if she was singing. Amon felt very comfortable. He nodded and replied, "Don't worry. If it hasn't gone far, we should be able to find it. Where did you lose it?"
Yoon Namna pointed in the direction where Amon came from, "Over there."
It was a hill by the Euphrate River, close to the dense forest. Amon frowned slightly. If the sheep had gone into the forest, it would indeed be difficult to find it. Besides, there were also wild beasts in the forest. The sheep might have been taken away by the beasts. He thought for a moment and decided to help. He nodded and said, "Wait here, I'll help you find it."
Amon was a straightforward man. He turned around and walked back the way he came. Yoon Namna shouted from behind, "Handsome hunter … Please wait, I'll go with you. You don't know my sheep." She lifted the hem of her dress and trotted to catch up with Amon.
Amon slowed down and followed her back to the forest at the foot of the mountain. It was too difficult to find a lost sheep in the wild. Amon agreed to help because he knew detection magic. It was a magic that could be cast in front of ordinary people without leaving any trace.
Amon walked through the forest with the girl, quietly casting detection magic to search around. He did find a lot of animals, including two sheep, but they were wild sheep in the mountain. This kind of large-scale detection magic was extremely taxing on magic power. Most advanced mages wouldn't be able to bear it. Amon grew tired before he knew it.
Yoon Namna said that she was looking for sheep, but she didn't look around. She only looked at Amon with her big beautiful eyes. Her expression was shy and charming. She seemed to be very interested in the young hunter. Amon had searched the whole mountain. Across the valley was the steep forest. Suddenly, he heard a cry of surprise from the girl behind him, accompanied by the sound of cloth being torn.
She turned around and saw that Inanna's dress had been caught by the thorns on the bushes. When she was walking forward, she accidentally tore her dress. Not only did it reveal her smooth shoulders, but a full breast also jumped out of her torn chest, gently bouncing in the air. The crimson red flesh was like a ripe fruit that was tempting to be picked, slightly trembling with the rise and fall of her chest.
Amon had seen women's breasts before. There were many women in the caveman tribe who sometimes didn't wear clothes. But this was the first time he had seen such a seductive and seductive chest.
"Amon, help me!" It was only a few thorns that caught her dress, but Yoon Namna seemed to be frightened. She called out to Amon in a sweet voice.
Amon walked quickly towards her. Inexplicably, he felt a little hot. His heart was also beating wildly. The strange feeling he had after taking a bath in the cold spring two years ago seemed to have been awakened again. Now Amon was almost sixteen years old. His body was far more mature than other children of his age. He looked no different from an adult. He also had natural desires.
Amon had long passed the test of 'Desire Awakening', but it didn't mean that people were ignorant and desireless stones. The test was only to calm the mind in the state of meditation, so that it wouldn't be affected by the rising desires and could continue to practice magic. But people themselves didn't change. They still did what they usually did.
The shepherdess, Yoon Namna, seemed to be very timid. She cried for the loss of her lamb. Even the thorns on the tree could scare her like this. But on the other hand, she was very bold. She even ran into the woods with a strong man. If anything happened in the wilderness, she wouldn't even be able to call for help.
Although Amon's face was red and his heart was beating fast, he didn't have any thoughts. To be honest, he didn't realize that he should have any thoughts. Instead, he didn't want the girl to see that he had lost his composure. When he approached her, he turned his face away and tried not to look at her. He reached out and took the thorns off. He whispered guiltily: "It's just a few thorns. Don't be afraid."
The girl thanked him and covered her clothes with her hands. But the torn clothes couldn't hide her bad body. Her movements and breathing were a little flustered. She raised her head and looked at Amon with a red face. She said weakly: "Amon, are you a good person or a bad person?"
This action, this posture, this expression, this tone, was clearly a kind of hint and desire. The dense forest was filled with a silent ambiguous atmosphere. If it was another person who had the slightest evil thought, he would go up and hug her. Then he would press her down in the grass under the tree. Everything that needed to be done would be done.
Amon's heart beat faster because of the girl's question. Did she want to say that he was a bad person who took the opportunity to peek at her body and let his imagination run wild? He took off the leather robe on his upper body and handed it to her: "Oh, I almost forgot about your clothes. Put this on first … This mountain has been searched everywhere. If we go any further, it will be deep mountains and dangerous valleys. There's no way to search anymore. The sheep might have been taken away by wild beasts. "
The girl looked at him with some surprise. She loosened her hands that were covering her chest and put on the leather robe. Suddenly, she sniffled and lay on Amon's shoulder and began to cry again: "Poor little lamb, where do you want me to find it? What a tragic fate, poor person. What awaits you is the mouth of the tiger, what awaits me is the whip. Who can save it?"
Her crying was really more beautiful than singing, like the clear song of a nightingale. When she cried, she leaned on Amon's shoulder. Her hair tickled Amon's ear and a tempting fragrance went straight into his nose. Amon couldn't help but stretch out a hand to hold her waist. It felt so good. He lowered his head and whispered: "What kind of sheep did you lose? Can you buy it nearby? If you can take me to the nearest town, I will give you one. "
Amon didn't need to spend a penny in the cavemen's tribe, and he had nowhere to spend it. So when he left the mountain, he had more money than before, because he found nine parangons in the strange mountain. In Duc, every caravan would bring a live sheep, which usually sold for three to five silver coins each, depending on the size of the sheep. If you bought a barrel of wine, the merchants would generously give you an extra lamb.
It was impossible to keep a large number of sheep near Duc for a long time, and fresh meat was hard to preserve. So people usually processed the meat into jerky or floss. Crazy 'Ole's secret meat floss was the best. It was delicious and could be preserved for a long time. Amon had learned how to make meat floss from Crazy' Ole when he was a child.
Since he started to practice magic, he realized why Crazy 'Ole's secret meat floss was always better than his own. It was processed with magic. For example, water magic could be used to instantly dehydrate the meat floss, fire magic could be used to instantly dry it, and spatial magic could be used to keep it the same. When cooked, it would be like fresh meat soup. Beans and wild vegetables could also be added.
Amon asked Yoon Namna to take him to the town, and in return, he would buy her a sheep. While he was talking about buying sheep, he thought of food because he was really hungry. He had walked in the mountains all night and then used a large-scale detection magic to search the whole mountain. It was almost noon, and the consumption of physical and magical power made people feel hungry.
But he wasn't in a hurry to eat. He wanted to finish his business first. He couldn't let Yoon Namna cry so pitifully all the time. She was the first person he met when he walked down the mountain. He felt a sense of familiarity with her. Maybe it was because of this feeling that he found her familiar.
Yoon Namna looked up from Amon's shoulder. Her face was still wet with tears, but she looked pleasantly surprised. She said with a warm breath, "Really? You're going to give me a sheep … My sheep is white with black spots and stripes. The town is far from here. It'll take a long time to get there. "
Amon smiled. "In that case, let's go. Can we get there before dark?"
Yoon Namna also smiled. "It's not noon yet. We'll get there in the afternoon."
The two walked out of the forest. Yoon Namna led the way southwest through grassy hills to the nearest town. The blades of grass were knee-high and tickled his calves. From afar, it looked like an undulating carpet of green. From time to time, he could see wildflowers of various colors decorating the ground.
The sun was shining brightly and the air was very fresh. There was even a faint fragrance in the air. Perhaps it was the smell of the girl beside him. Her smile was as bright as the sun, and her posture was as gentle as the grass. Amon was in a hurry, but he was afraid Yoon Namna would not be able to keep up. Since Yoon Namna was obediently leaning against him, Amon put his arm around her waist. This way, the two of them could walk a little faster.
Amon did not have any other thoughts. He only felt that this was very comfortable. Taking a leisurely stroll on the undulating grassy hills with a girl in his arms was a beautiful scenery and a good mood that he had never enjoyed in his life. Just to thank her for being in such a good mood, what's the big deal about buying a sheep?
Before they knew it, they had walked a long distance. It was already past noon. Yoon Namna's footsteps slowed down. Amon stopped and asked, "What's the matter? Are you tired?"
Yoon Namna softly said, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet. Can you eat something before you leave?"
She was really considerate. Amon immediately nodded and said, "Okay, let's eat something first."
He let go of her hand and was about to take out the pot and meat floss when the girl took out two pieces of bread from her bosom and said, "I only have two pieces of bread. I don't know if it's enough for you?"
Amon waved his hand and said, "I also brought food. I don't need to eat your food."
Yoon Namna's expression showed that she was wronged. She pouted and looked like she was about to cry, "I don't have anything else to repay you. I only have these two pieces of bread. They are my food for today. Why do you refuse my kindness?"
Amon quickly replied, "Thank you for your kindness, but you should be hungry. … How about this, we each eat a piece of bread. I will cook a pot of soup. … There is water over there. Let's go and get some soup. "
Amon accepted her kindness. He ate a piece of bread and invited her to drink his soup. The two of them walked forward arm in arm. A clear stream flowed through the middle of two grassy hills. Yoon Namna said in surprise, "Amon, how do you know there is water here? Have you been here before?"
Amon explained, "No, this is the first time I came down the mountain. But my ears are very good. I heard the sound of water just now."
As he said this, he reached into his big bag and took out the pot. Schrödinger's tired body shrank in the innermost part of the bag as if it was asleep. Even if it didn't show itself, it didn't feel suffocated. Amon ignored it. It wasn't time for Schrödinger to eat yet. He should eat first.
He didn't want to use magic directly in front of Yoon Namna, so he didn't use water magic to get water in the environment. Instead, he found a stream. In the moment when he bent down to get water, he quietly used the water purification spell to filter out the trace amount of sand and impurities in the stream.
He found some shrubs by the river and made a fire to cook a pot of fragrant broth. The delicious meat floss was stored in the bone, which was in the bag. When Amon took the meat floss, he didn't take out the bone. Instead, he put his hand into the bag, as if the meat floss was always in the bag. He didn't forget that he couldn't easily reveal his identity as a sorcerer in front of anyone, even if it was just a shepherdess.
Yoon Namna looked at the pot of broth and then looked at Amon. She quietly licked her lips, looking very cute. She should be hungry too. The broth cooled down first. There was only one spoon. They took turns to scoop soup from the pot. She enjoyed it very much.
Amon finally had a chance to take a good look at her. The way she sat and drank the soup was very elegant. Anyone with a little bit of experience would have long suspected that Yoon Namna was not a shepherdess. Her skin was so delicate, without a trace of hard work. But Amon had no experience in this. Except for Duc and the cavemen's tribe, he had never been to other places since he was a child.
Not to mention the cavemen's tribe, it was very difficult to find a person in Duc without thick calluses on their hands, be it a man or a woman. If Aristotle wanted to find a child in Duc with no dust in his hair and no mud under his nails, he would probably only find Amon.
Among the women outside, there were only two that Amon had any impression of – Gabriel and Eco Maria. Gabriel was very beautiful, but the first impression she gave people was that she was a majestic and inviolable supreme warrior. As for Eco Maria, she was Amon's dream.
So when he saw Yoon Namna, Amon was not too surprised. Maybe all the women outside the mountains were like this. Of course, Yoon Namna was not as tall and strong as Gabriel, nor as pure and gentle as Eco Maria. She had a strange shyness about her, as if she was tempted to resist. Unfortunately, Amon was not tempted. He just felt that it was good, but he didn't want to do anything to her.
In Amon's mind, no matter how beautiful this woman was, she could never be compared with Eco. He had learned message magic and could read the two permanent messages left by Crazy 'Ole in the Terroculus. One was him kneeling in front of Crazy' Ole, and the other was the line of words that Eco Maria had secretly written and then erased: "Amon, my name is Eco."
During his days in the dwarfs' tribe, whenever he felt lonely, he would take out the Terroculus and read the two messages over and over again. The images kept appearing in front of him. He knew that Maria would never use this name again. Everyone would only call her the Adoratrice.
As a result, the name "Icho" seemed to belong to Amon alone, as if it was hiding some unknown secret, like the clouds in summer wrapped in raindrops that were about to fall. It was an indescribable feeling that even he did not quite understand. Although Yoon Namna was beautiful, Amon did not think much about it. Maybe it was just because she was not Eco.
Yoon Namna enjoyed it, but Amon enjoyed it even more. He had never eaten anything so delicious.
The gray bread was dry and hard, as rough as a flat stone. But when it was soaked in the broth, it had an indescribable sweetness. This aroma was the pure aroma of wheat, but it was extremely delicious. Amon took a small bite and almost bit his tongue on the second bite.
After the bread was soaked in the broth, even the taste of the broth was completely absorbed. It was like the most wonderful enjoyment in the world. Amon wanted to sigh as he ate. How could there be something so delicious in the world? Maybe it was because he was hungry, but he had never eaten such a bread. He simply could not find the right words to describe it.
The pot Amon brought was not big. With the appetite of an intermediate warrior, he could finish a few pots of broth if he ate freely. At this moment, he gave half of it to Yoon Namna. Of course, he was not full. Fortunately, there was a piece of bread. And such a delicious bread, Amon did not feel like it was too much. After eating, he licked his lips, still savoring the taste. Then he took the spoon that Yoon Namna handed over and continued to drink the broth.
Without the flatbread, even the originally delicious meat soup seemed to have become tasteless at this moment.
Amon ate the bread very quickly. Yoon Namna was still drinking the broth, and the bread in her hand had not been touched. Seeing that Amon had finished eating, she handed over her piece and said, "You're not full, are you? This bread is for you too. "
Amon waved his hand in embarrassment and said, "No, I've had enough. You have to eat too. Half a pot of broth won't be enough. I ate too quickly because I think this bread is too delicious. I have never eaten such delicious food. "
Yoon Namna said, "This is a bread I made myself. It's good that you like it. Your broth is very delicious. I can't eat such a big piece of bread, so I'll give you half. I'm happy to see you eat. "
Of course, Amon liked it. Half a pot of broth and half a piece of bread should be enough for a woman. He reached out and took the bread embarrassedly, broke off a small half, and returned the rest to Yoon Namna and said, "This is enough, I'm already full. You made this bread yourself? That's amazing. "
When he ate the other half of the bread, Amon's speed was much slower. He chewed and savored the wonderful taste, almost melting his tongue. But no matter how slow he ate, there would be a time when he finished eating. He smacked his lips again, still savoring the taste. Yoon Namna looked at him and secretly covered her mouth to laugh, but there was a hint of imperceptible surprise in her eyes.
Of course, Amon liked delicious food. Who wouldn't like it? "Eating" was too magical for humans. The first thing to live in this world was to have food. Whether it was the lowliest slave or the high and mighty king, it was not only the most basic need for survival, but also a noble pursuit of life.
But Amon was never greedy. No one taught him anything. This was a habit he had developed since he was a child. Whenever there was something delicious at home, he would let his father eat it first. His father was a miner and needed enough physical strength to mine. At the same time, he was also a drunkard. Of course, food should be eaten with wine. In the caveman tribe, Amon could enjoy all kinds of delicacies, and he always let Schrödinger eat the best first.
The arrogant cat was calm, and over time, Amon got used to it.
After eating, they continued on their way. Gradually, they saw fields, houses, and scattered small villages. Finally, they came to a place where people lived. They walked on a country road that could pass by carriages. There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and people looked at the man and woman curiously. Of course, their eyes stayed on Yoon Namna, from her face to her calves.
It was the first time that Amon saw so many people from outside the mountains. He was also very curious and could not help but look at the pedestrians passing by. Their clothes were very clean, but the fabric was not very sturdy. This was what Amon thought.
As they walked, Amon couldn't help but ask Yoon Namna in a low voice, "Why do people here look at us like this? Do I look like someone from the mountains? Haven't they seen me before? "
Yoon Namna laughed in a low voice, "That's because our clothes are too strange. I'm wearing a leather robe on such a hot day, and my skirt is torn."
Her leather robe was given by Amon. In order to cover her torn sleeves and chest, the hem of her skirt was also torn. When she walked, her slender thighs could be seen.
From the plateau to the Euphrate River, the temperature had risen a lot. It was already very hot in this season, but Amon didn't notice it at first. Of course, he was not afraid of the cold. After becoming an advanced warrior and a sorcerer, he would not feel too hot under normal circumstances, so he still wore a leather robe.
Reminded by Yoon Namna, he realized that the clothes they were wearing were not right. He said casually, "Is there a shop in town that sells clothes? When we get there, I'll buy some clothes for you first, and I'll buy some new clothes too. "
Yoon Namna was surprised, "You're not only giving me a sheep, but also new clothes?"
Amon laughed, "Why would you care about clothes when you already gave me a sheep? Your clothes are torn. You can't go back in a leather robe on such a hot day. I've eaten your delicious bread, so giving me clothes is nothing. "
It might be funny to say that everything in Duc was very expensive, but only the cloth was not. Most of the cloth was given away by the merchants when they sold other goods. As far as Amon could remember, he had never spent money on clothes. His father asked the merchants for the cloth when he bought wine, and then asked the women in the neighborhood to help him sew the cloth into simple clothes.
The reason was very simple. The cloth used to make clothes was very light and took up almost no weight, and it could be stored for a long time. It could be transported in any season. There were several kinds of materials used to make clothes on the continent. The most common was linen, which was relatively coarse, but the finest linen could also be made very finely. Cotton was lighter and more comfortable, but also more expensive.
Wool and cashmere could be spun into cloth, which was warmer than ordinary cloth, but more expensive. In addition to wool, the soft down of many animals could also be spun into cloth or woolen. Most of them could only be worn by the nobles. Ordinary people in winter had a thick cotton-padded coat to keep them warm, or they could wear clothes made of sheepskin. The fur of wild animals was also a good material, but it had to be hunted deep in the mountains, so it was also very expensive.
The Duc miners' habit of wearing clothes was not about looking good. After working with ores and furnaces every day, even the most beautiful clothes would get dirty after a day. They only needed to be strong and durable. Therefore, the denser woven linen was the most popular. Compared to other goods sold by the merchants, the value of linen was negligible, and it was often given away as a bonus.
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