? On the third day out of the Quesser Mountains, the long-lost sunny weather.

The carriage was parked in the forest where the snow had not yet melted, and the horses pulling the carriage were unloaded from the front of the carriage by Anthony, untied their shackles, and let them rest on the side of eating some hay. These horses are specially trained, so they also Don't worry about them sneaking away.

"This horse is just like us and needs to rest. Our carriage and the three boxes of things on it are unusual in weight. They have suffered a lot."

Anthony patted the **** of the horse he was riding, and let it go over to join in the fun, while he and Donald found a large rock in the woods nearby, cleaned it up with magic, and sat down to chat.

One sat on the hard board outside the carriage for a long time, and the other sat on the saddle for a long time, and his buttocks were uncomfortable.

"Hey, I didn't find out, you are still a person who cares about animals, you are caring, and you are a good person after all."

Donald, who was sitting under the sun, was in a good mood. He squinted to feel the warmth brought by the sun, and his eyes stayed on Finger who was enjoying himself in the woodland next to him.

"Donald, I'll go to the nearby stream to wash the radishes and potatoes, and I'll be back soon."

Stephanie held a small boiler in her hand, with three radishes and a few round potatoes in it. These days, it was either roast meat or jerky, and several people's stomachs were a little tired, so Donald was on the road just now. Tell her to eat something lighter today.

"I'm going to help."

Julia, who was wearing a waistcoat, held a bamboo basket with dishes and dishes in her hands, and said with a small hand.

"Okay, I'll ask Lilo to follow you to prevent accidents."

Donald nodded and said to Lilo next to him, who got off the carriage with a long sword in hand, holding a portion of lime juice in his hand.

"Donald..."

Watching the three leave, Anthony seemed to be hesitant to say anything.

"Huh? Between us, don't have so many twists and turns, just talk about anything."

Donald responded, but didn't hear Anthony's next words, knowing that he must be thinking again, he couldn't help but urged.

"I have a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time. What is your current goal?"

Turning around, Anthony saw Donald with his back turned to him, his head half up, his cheeks facing the sun.

The two had known each other for a while, and Anthony had never heard of Donald talking about his future plans, and most of the latter's actions so far seemed to Anthony with a strange sense of urgency, as if something was chasing him, forcing him. Follow his progress, not his intentions.

"Send Julia to the Temple of Justice and defuse the ticking time bomb on her."

"It's just a short-term goal, and it's a task that someone else has imposed on you, what I want to know is what you want to accomplish, or...what is your dream, send Julia to After the Temple of Justice, what do you want to do?"

A person who has no dreams and no expectations for the future is no different from the walking dead. Anthony does not want Donald to become such a being.

"I...I don't know."

When answering this question, he was very shrewd most of the time, and his face was full of thoughts. For the first time, there was a confused mood. This was also the first time Donald showed such an expression in front of Anthony. He was silent for a while, his face With a reluctant smile on his face, he continued,

"Haha~ You may not believe it when you say it. In fact, I haven't found out what my dream is... You are the first person to ask me this question."

Donald said it very easily, but Anthony frowned involuntarily.

This is not a topic that can be brushed off with a joke.

"Donald, you can't be dictated by what others have imposed on you, you have to have your own pursuits, even if it's just some kind of beautiful vision that extends from a hobby, or something else makes you suddenly right Any expectation in the future is fine, this is very important, because that is the meaning of a person's existence, if there is no expectation for the future, is life just for eating and sleeping every day?"

Anthony clearly knows that Donald is a person with a very strong subjective consciousness. Such people are focused on things and can stay calm in the face of danger, but they also have a flaw, that is, when they spend a lot of their energy thinking about external affairs, they will subconsciously Ignore something about yourself.

It was his duty as a friend to remind Donald of this.

"You're right, maybe I have to find what I want to do..."

Since he came to this world, Donald seems to be surrounded by all kinds of troubles. In Preston, he has the Silver Moon Sect and the demon family, and when he arrives in Demingham, he is worried that he will be approached by the successors of the other two abilities of Mineato. After leaving Demingham, I have to send people to the Temple of Justice.

It was as if a hand was pushing him to keep moving forward.

To become stronger and out of Donald's control became the only goal in his mind, and everything so far has served that purpose.

This can't be said to be all bad, and without this belief, Donald wouldn't be able to get this far, but that shouldn't be all about Donald.

Donald himself hadn't noticed it before, but Anthony's friend who was older than him felt it, and reminded him in time.

"It's just easier said than done."

Suddenly there was a plan for the future, and Donald didn't know where to start.

"Hahaha~ Don't worry, as long as you realize this, it's enough, the rest take it slow, you have already helped me complete the biggest wish of my life, and I still remember when I was at Tate Manor before. Did I tell you what I told you, then, it's my turn to help you fulfill your wish."

Anthony looked back, he had already felt his thoughts about the future from Donald, and this was a very good start.

"Donald, we're back, hurry up and raise the bonfire. We also found a strange thing in the river. You'll have to take a good look at it later."

Stephanie came back just at this time, trotting along with the boiler, and there seemed to be an object between the carrot and the potato that was not there when she left.

Anthony got up from the stone, pulled out the two knives around his waist, and quickly cut a dozen pieces of wood from a random tree. Donald used his mental power to build a tower next to it, and the flames ignited.

A group of people gathered around the bonfire, and then it was the responsibility of the chef Anthony.

"Brother Donald, look at this wood carving, I found it by the river."

Julia took a wooden statue from Stephanie's hand and gave it to Donald.

The image on the wood carving is a man in a long robe, with shawl hair, no chest, and a small beard carved out of his chin. The prototype should be a man.

"What's wrong? This wood carving is very ordinary. I can carve a more delicate one in half a minute with my mental power."

Donald held the wood carving and looked at Julia strangely. Even a layman like him could see that the wood carving was very rough. Unexpectedly, Stephanie and Julia brought it back like a treasure. .

"It's not a question of whether it's delicate or not, watch me make a magic trick for you."

Julia learned the magic trick she had met on the train with a dilution of the blood drop medicine, turning her hands back and forth while waving her arms crossed, then picked up her own water bottle next to her, and pressed the bottle to the top of the wooden sculpture's head. , slowly lift the body of the pot.

The water flowed down from the top of the statue's head, but the woodcarving underwent a strange change at this time. Behind its neck, a hazy colored light suddenly appeared.

Only then did Donald realize that the wood carving was not simple. He took it back from Julia's hand and carefully observed it, wrapping it with mental power, looking for its peculiarities.

"how is this possible......"

After a long time ~lightnovelpub.net~ Donald muttered to himself with a face full of surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Stephanie asked aside.

"My psychic perception didn't find anything special about it, it's just an ordinary wood carving."

His eyes stayed on the gradually becoming hazy colored light, how could this wood carving be ordinary?

"I found it! I found the idol!"

There was a sudden cry full of surprises nearby.

Donald, who was wondering, turned his head and looked over, and saw several people in thick clothes running towards him.

Statues... just rough wooden statues?

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