In a small village, there was a family. They were a couple of farmers. Their child dreamed of one day venturing to the farthest reaches of the world.
But things weren't as simple as they thought. This world was full of unpredictability. People simply couldn't predict all kinds of risks unless they could find the right time to do the right thing.
This was a little girl named Grace. Her story was exceptionally wonderful. But before that, my dear friend, I want to tell you something. Please be prepared and listen to me slowly.
Early in the morning, she got dressed and ran to open the door. The knocking on the door was very heavy and lasted for more than a minute. She hurriedly ran to open the door, and the sound began to become heavy and intermittent. The dull sound was like a broken gong that was struggling to breathe.
The little girl's parents went out early in the morning to do farm work. It was autumn, the harvest season. At the same time, it also meant more work.
This wasn't the first day that the little girl, Grace, was alone at home. Unlike her parents, she didn't wake up as early as they did. Usually, when her parents woke up, she would be woken up as well. However, after her parents cleaned up and left the house, she would fall back into a deep slumber. She would return to sleep soundly.
When the annoying knocking woke Grace up, she had no choice but to get up, dress, and answer the door. It was possible that her parents had forgotten something. It was also possible that Uncle Tom had come back to get something.
On the other side, the distance to run around the Iceberg Fortress was about 500 meters. During this time, he had to pass through several towers, go up and down some steps and slopes, jump over two broken gaps, and cross a narrow bridge made of wooden planks.
Gravel had only left a wooden plank on this narrow bridge, so he had to be very careful when crossing it.
Gravel had to run 30 laps of this road every day. He ran seven days a week without interruption. From the second week onwards, the number would increase.
He calculated that running a lap around the Iceberg Fortress required about 1,100 steps. If his body was particularly tired, it was possible to run 2,000 steps. He had never done this kind of activity in his two lives. This time, he was completely addicted. Especially when his lungs were on fire, his legs were filled with lead, he couldn't straighten his back, and he couldn't open his eyes. He felt that his body was no longer his.
But when he thought about it carefully, this body was indeed not his.
"Run, Gravel! Run! "
Thomas had a beautiful childhood sweetheart cheering him on when he was running, but Gravel only had Gravel with his longbow. This was a ferocious looking man. Every time he saw Gravel slow down, he would shoot an arrow at him.
Fortunately, there were no arrowheads installed on the arrows. In order to prevent fatal injuries, they were wrapped in cotton cloth. Even so, the arrows still hurt when they hit his body.
Gravel's 100% accuracy had fully revealed his excellent archery skills, but this was a psychological blow to Gravel. He began to walk in an S-shaped pattern and made some sudden changes in direction in an attempt to avoid the long-range attack. However, this would increase the amount of exercise required, so it wouldn't be considered slacking off. Naturally, Gravel wouldn't need to shoot. After going back and forth a few times, Gravel understood that the best way was to grit his teeth and persevere.
"Come on, Gravel! You can rest after one more round!"
There was only one instructor in the Ice Peak Fortress. When he focused all his energy on tormenting one person, the others could be relatively relaxed. Dorado and Blakedon practiced with blunt swords. They were very careful and didn't get bruised.
Dorado had finished his basic training four months ago and had even completed a demon-hunting mission on his own, so Gravel usually didn't care about him anymore. It was also because of this that Dorado could lean on the wall, raise a water bag, and loudly cheer for Gravel.
"Come and drink some water. This is the easing potion that the lord has prepared for you."
Gravel's body was steaming with water vapor. In the early autumn, it was a spectacle that could only be seen in winter. The old man had forced him to drink the potion immediately after every five rounds.
The potion contained elements of divine magic, so when it flowed through Gravel's throat, it burned and produced a painful feeling. Fortunately, the easing potion only worked on the body and not the soul. Otherwise, everyone would be able to watch the scene of "exorcism" live.
"Drink more, don't choke. This potion can eliminate physical fatigue and prevent fatigue from turning to exhaustion or even leading to organ failure. After drinking, do some stretching. The potion will also help you relax and you can continue to run in a while. "Dorado not only had a water bag, but also a big towel for Gravel to wipe his sweat. "Keep it up, there will be results!"
The results were on the towel. Gravel was a medicine pot. For a long time, there were many kinds of alchemy toxins in his body. Through running and the easing potion, his sweat was "rich in alchemy ingredients". It was sticky and slippery like grease. After a few days, although his physical strength didn't improve by leaps and bounds, the withdrawal reaction was obviously weaker.
The advantage of divine magic in treatment was very obvious. Alchemy potions couldn't have such an effect. At least, the formula Gravel knew couldn't eliminate the symptoms of addiction. As long as the potion was effective, it was not a problem to have a sore throat when drinking. He just needed to pay attention to try not to make strange expressions. Everything had to be done according to the behavior of a human, not a demon.
"Gravel, come here for a moment. Gravel, let's call it a day. I have something to talk to him about. "
Tompuda poked his head out of the window of the room facing the courtyard and said. Gravel was a little unhappy. With his back to the tower, he muttered in a low voice and then walked to the teenagers who were practicing swordsmanship. Brackden and Dorado shrunk their shoulders and hurriedly increased the strength of their hands. Immediately, they started to practice.
"Go, don't let Lord White Soul wait. Don't forget to return the water bag to him." Dorado lowered his voice and said, "There's something good tonight: rabbit stew. Don't miss dinner time!"
After living here for a few days, Gravel had never seen any animals in Icepeak Fortress, so he asked, "Rabbits?"
"Yes, Dorado's trap caught three rabbits, two squirrels, and a chicken." Dorado grinned. "Anyway, they're all together. It's definitely not a problem to call it rabbit stew."
There were no chefs in Icepeak Fortress. Everyone knew a dish called "Wilderness Survival," which was to stew everything together and add garlic.
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