12 days passed in a flash, and in front of Via's route, the outline of an island appeared far from the sea level.

"Yarlin, there's an island ahead." Fick was the first to find it while hanging on the mast, he shouted and slipped from the canvas to the deck.

"I saw it."

On the bow of the boat, Yaerlin put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and looked into the distance, praying silently in his heart: "I hope it's not a desert island."

almost at the same time.

On the ruins of the small town of Ravel, a small and thin body dragged a corpse and pushed it into a deep pit that was dug out, a dead man's pit used to bury the corpse.

The corpse had long since decayed, and the foul-smelling body was covered with maggots and flies. He dragged the corpse over and over again and again, and the corpse wiped long traces on the ground.

Flies buzzed around him, landed on his dirty cheeks, on his messy, stinking hair, on the back of his bony chest.

He was wearing a pair of shorts that he couldn't tell whether it was mud or fabric, and his upper body was naked. His face was no longer as immature as a boy should be.

"Bang!"

In the pit filled with corpses long ago, another corpse rolled into it, and the layers of corpses were about to fill the mud pit.

"212!"

A hoarse, dry voice.

This is the number in the corpse pit, a total of 212 corpses are stacked on top of each other.

"There are still some people missing. Their bodies were burned by the fire, so you are the only ones left. Let's be companions together." He held up a pile of soil in both hands and sprinkled it towards the corpse pit below.

"I'm the only one left!"

There were no tears in his eyes. He slowly got up and walked towards the forest without turning his head. It was time for him to forage.

He is not picky about eaters, there are many animals in the forest, and there are always the scraps left by some large animals after predation, and a few crows hovering overhead are his guides; even the corpses of some insects, as well as grass roots and leaves are his recipes.

He is Ravel Town, the only survivor, he must live.

His name is Spartia, and he is an avenger!

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The mast canvas was lowered, the anchor dropped, the Via entered from the southwest of the island, and the blood-stained hull slowly docked on the shore.

The gentle wind blowing overhead, a few seabirds foraging on the shore, the air was peaceful and peaceful.

Yaerlin stood on the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. On the opposite side of the beach, dense woods blocked his sight. He jumped down and stepped on the beach. The down-to-earth touch was so wonderful.

The 12-day sea voyage made him seem to see things with shadows now. The emptiness that everything seemed to be close at hand, but in fact he couldn't grasp is what Yaerlin hated.

A storm, a reef on the bottom of the sea, a sea beast cruising by, and even an unexpected colleague or navy, are enough to bury his life in the sea.

Leaning down, warm fine sand dripped from his fingers, Yaerlin squinted at the seabird in the distance, "Quack~" The seabird stretched and twisted its neck and glanced lazily, two feet The erect creatures did not interest it.

"Aren't you afraid of people?"

A playful smile appeared on Yaerlin's face. He felt that luck would finally take care of him.

There were blood clotted everywhere on the ship, as well as gold and silver and seven transformants pretending to be lying dead. The rest were scrapped in Via's desperate struggle.

The Via must be guarded.

The depressed Fick and the angry ship doctor were left on the boat. William jumped off the boat and Yaerlin explored the island.

Passing through the dense woods, a sheep intestine trail came into view, followed the trail and went deeper, and soon the road became wider and smoother.

"It seems that there is a town on this island."

Yaerlin looked forward along the road, and the group of buildings gradually became clear. There were some square buildings about three stories high in a continuous line.

There were gradually passing pedestrians on the land, and the noisy and noisy voices were vaguely heard in the ears, Yaerlin and William looked at each other and involuntarily accelerated their pace.

The edge of the town is a winding low wall. The wall is full of messy graffiti. The two of them walked along the wall. There were more and more pedestrians carrying goods around them. The two of them didn't pay much attention.

The stone wall at the entrance was in disrepair for a long time, revealing some traces of violent sunlight. With a light touch, some lime scum could be rubbed off. Yaerlin and William walked inside.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows of houses and fork in the road. The shapes of the houses are strange, square, round, triangular, and irregular in various shapes. At first glance, it is not a town that has been comprehensively planned.

A small town at best, somewhat popular.

It was just right for Arlin.

For two hours, Yaerlin and William were sitting in a restaurant. The restaurant was not close to a market in the city. The two asked for some food, which was quickly served. The portion was large enough to go with malt wine. Eat slowly.

Surrounded by some men dressed as cargo workers~lightnovelpub.net~, they were all sweating profusely and pulling food with their belly open, and at the same time they were bragging and chatting loudly.

From their chat, Yaerlin learned that the town was called Quarry Town, and the name was because there was a colorful stone mountain behind the town, and the mountain was full of colorful stones. The stone is named Color Stone Mine.

There are two quarries in the town. Basically, the vast majority of men are workers in these two quarries. It can even be said that the town was built on the basis of the two quarries.

The local residents are not very clear about the use of these colored stone mines. They only know that some merchant ships will come here to transport the mined stones in boxes at the end of each month. From their mouths, it seems that there are some inland areas. The big countries are very keen to pave and build roads with this brightly colored stone.

Yaerlin didn't care what the truth of the colored stones was. He was just a little curious, but he didn't care enough. He was concerned that a group of merchant ships would come here at the end of each month.

"There is still about half a tenth of the time until the end of the month." Yaerlin had a calculation in his heart. He and William settled the bill, gave the boss some extra tips, and then inquired about the location of the inn in the town.

The town is not big, there are only three hotels in total, located in the east of the city, the south of the city and the center of the town. Generally speaking, there are no outsiders living there, except for the caravan that arrives at the end of the month.

Yaerlin and William left and went to the hotel in the south of the city, which was the closest to the Via.

The inn is a three-story building. Most of the houses are vacant at this time. When they arrived, the innkeeper was dozing off.

They asked for the two innermost rooms on the third floor, simply checked in, took the keys, and walked upstairs.