Chapter 2142 Little Sam

Apocalypse Continent, Dawn Town on the coast of the East China Sea, Shengxiang Farm.

Little Sam ran out of the farmer's room in a hurry. His face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he seemed to be lost.

It wasn't until he bumped into the barmaid at the corner that he came to his senses.

"Little Sam? Why did you enter the manor? Don't you know that the master hates slaves running in..." Before the wine maid could finish her words, she suddenly froze and looked straight at Little Sam's eyes. hand.

A large amount of blood stains covered little Sam's elbows, sleeves, and then his palms.

The wine maid looked at Little Sam in disbelief, then looked in the direction where Little Sam was running, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "You, you are..."

"I...I didn't mean it." Little Sam looked a little panicked, waved away the maid's hand, and ran outside.

Not long after little Sam ran away, he clearly heard the scream of the wine maid.

"I didn't mean to kill him, no, he was forcing me." Little Sam repeated in his mouth, when he rushed out of the manor gate and looked at the vast farm outside and the herdsmen coming and going. , his eyes suddenly became darker: "No, if you go out like this now, you will be discovered. I need to calm down."

"Kill him, kill that beast, I'm going to die if I'm caught. I have to get out of here."

Little Sam took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, took off his blood-stained coat and threw it into the cesspit. He walked to the bucket nearby and washed the blood off his hands.

Then he walked outside pretending to be nonchalant.

Along the way, many people saw little Sam. Some people also noticed that little Sam looked pale and asked a few questions, but he dismissed them all because he was tired.

It wasn't until he was almost near the farm gate that noises and shouts of arrest came from behind.

There were few people in front of little Sam. He didn't look back to see the situation and ran outside without hesitation.

He was very lucky. The guard at the farm gate had not received the news yet, and the guard did not stop him, allowing him to rush to the wild path.

After running all the way through the dense forest, little Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

But not long after he relaxed, he became vigilant again. Because he looked back and found that he had trampled many dead branches along the way. There were no coats to cover them, and there were blood marks on his arms. There were red marks on the ground from time to time.

"You will definitely be discovered by those who are following you." Little Sam: "Don't stop, keep running."

Little Sam continued to run towards the deep forest, and this time he began to pay attention to trying not to leave any traces.

As he ran, little Sam thought to himself: "Although that beast is just a farmer, the nobles in the town often go to the manor to have private meetings with him. The nobles may also be involved in that matter. So I can't go back to the town. The Sheriff must be on the same page as that beast, I must stay away from Liming Town...it's best to leave the Yinyun Principality as well."

"But where should we go?" Little Sam asked, "What should I do in the future?"

Little Sam didn't want to think about the future, but he killed someone, and he killed the farmer as a slave. Even if he had an inside story, he wouldn't win anyone's sympathy. He has no place in the Principality of Yinyun. .

There is only one way to escape. But even if he escapes to other countries, he has no identity and still bears the stamp of slavery on his body. There may be no place in the entire Apocalypse Continent.

Are you going to flee overseas? But how could he escape?

The future seems bleak. All this is because of killing the farmer, but if he is not killed, he will die.

A hopeless future is better than eternal annihilation, right? Little Sam said to himself.

"No matter what, I just want to live." Little Sam didn't dare to think about the future, because if he really thought about the hopeless future, he was worried that he would be convinced by death.

Little Sam now thought only of getting away, of rushing out of the woods, taking the path to White Bay, and then going around the channel to other countries.

After running for about six or seven hours, Little Sam came to a hill when the night curtain had already opened. Looking back on the mountainside, he saw the faint light of torches in the forest in the distance, although he could not see what the torches represented. But he vaguely heard the night wind bringing the barking of dogs in the distance.

Detection dogs raised by the town's Knight Guards!

Little Sam stared fiercely at the fire in the distance, exhaled a breath, turned around and ran towards the other side.

He hadn't eaten anything and was too hungry to run, but he didn't dare to stop.

But even so, little Sam already vaguely knew in his heart that he probably wouldn't be able to escape. He couldn't avoid the sharp nose of the detection dog... He would be caught up in half an hour at most.

But even if he knew the result, little Sam still wanted to try. Maybe he could find a river ahead to wash away the smell.

But no, little Sam saw no river.

The noise began to be vaguely heard in his ears, and little Sam's heart was almost desperate.

Little Sam even thought about finding a cliff to commit suicide... At least, it would be better than being tortured in custody or even being sacrificed.

But he doesn't want to die, he still wants to live.

But, is there still a chance? Little Sam shouted, questioned, and prayed hopelessly in his heart. He really didn't want to end his life like this. He was not willing to die when he became a slave, let alone now.

Little Sam kept running forward with his last spark of hope burning.

But fate seemed to be against him. Although the darkness gave him a certain ability to hide, it also made him ignore the obstacles on the ground. He was tripped by a dead branch, and most importantly, his ankle... was twisted.

Feeling the stagnation in the wind, little Sam finally despaired this time.

"Hey, why is this a forest? Is the signpost located wrong?"

Just as little Sam looked hopelessly at the brilliant starry sky, which might be the last time he saw it, waiting for the death sentence, he heard a sound in his ear.

There was obviously no one around, so where did the sound come from?

Little Sam lay on the ground, trying his best to raise his head and look at the source of the sound.

At some point, a red-haired man who looked a little sloppy was walking out of the woods.

The red-haired man obviously saw him.

Little Sam clearly saw that the man's golden eyes suddenly lit up under the moonlight and walked towards him.

"This forest is so lively at night." The red-haired man muttered as he looked into the distance, walked to the side of little Sam, squatted down, and glanced at his legs: "Hey, kid. You don't look good, your ankle is swollen."

"So, answer a question to your uncle, and your uncle will treat you?"

Without waiting for little Sam to agree, the red-haired man asked directly: "This should be the Revelation Continent, right?"

Little Sam hadn't come back to his senses yet, and nodded subconsciously.

"Fortunately, it hasn't deviated too much." The red-haired man's eyes brightened: "Then do you know how far this place is from the Central Empire? Or is this the Central Empire?"

...

Little Sam felt as if he had experienced a dream.

Obviously, he was in danger, and he even began to despair of the cruelty of fate. He didn't expect that there would be a dramatic reversal at the last moment.

No, it's a bit too light to say it's dramatic, it should be a magical turn.

The reason why little Sam thought so was because he was in an extremely magical scene.

There was a bright starry sky above his head, thin clouds around him, and under his feet was a dreamy flying boat sailing in the sky.

When little Sam was very young and still a noble, he had ridden in an exquisite carriage and herded a giant eagle that he was said to be able to ride when he grew up, but he never thought that the boat floating in the river would one day fly into the sky.

Moreover, this boat called Gondola was as beautiful as a work of art in a fairy tale.

The person who created this fairy tale dream was the red-haired man he met before. It was also because of him that he was able to escape from the desperate crisis.

It was just that this way of escaping made little Sam feel like a dream.

"Little friend, let me confirm again, do you really know the direction of Saint Sem City in the Central Empire? It's wrong to lie, your nose will grow longer." The red-haired man looked at little Sem with suspicion. It was because little Sem was too young. He looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. A child of this age probably had never left the local town. How could he know the location of the suzerain country?

"I didn't lie, I really know, because I... I used to live in Saint Sem City." After saying this, little Sem touched his nose with some fear, thinking in his heart: Why would the other party say that lying would make his nose grow longer? Could it be that, like the witch in the fairy tale, the other party cursed him?

"Oh?" The red-haired man looked deeply into little Sem's eyes, and after a while, he nodded: "You are telling the truth."

"Since you really know where Saint Sem City is, and are willing to take me there as a guide, then the deal is done." After saying this, the red-haired man stretched out his index finger and pointed at little Sem's ankle in the air.

Little Sam immediately felt his swollen ankle suddenly become cool, and soon all the pain disappeared.

He couldn't help twisting his ankle, and it really returned to normal!

A flying boat can heal the ankle with a little effort... There is no doubt that the other party must be the legendary extraordinary person. Thinking of this, little Sam dared not lie even more, and his nose would grow longer!

"Healing your ankle is a reward for your answer. As for the silver coins you asked for to lead the way for me, I will give them to you when we arrive in Saint Sam City." The red-haired man paused after saying this: "Since we are in the same boat now, don't you plan to introduce yourself?"

Little Sam didn't dare to lie, and whispered: "My name is Ego. Sam. Rulundar, I like others to call me Sam."

After hearing little Sam's answer, the red-haired man's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible glimmer.

Three-part names are not uncommon, but they are rare for a slave. The red-haired man could easily find the slave mark on the back of little Sam, so he confirmed that he was a slave, and most likely a runaway slave.

A slave with a three-part name means that he was not born a slave, but became a slave for some reason.

What made him feel most interesting was that the other party called him by his middle name. Generally speaking, the middle name belongs to the mother's family, or is chosen by oneself, and can even be ignored in formal occasions, but he chose to call himself by his middle name, obviously he values ​​his middle name the most.

"Little Sam, right? You used to live in Saint Sam City. Do you have some relationship with Saint Sam?"

"No relationship." Little Sam lowered his head to prevent the other party from seeing the sadness in his eyes.

"It seems that there is a real relationship." The red-haired man did not listen to Little Sam's answer at all, and stroked his chin and said: "The Saint Sam family is your mother's family?"

Little Sam: "..."

Red-haired man: "Okay, if you don't want to answer, forget it. Since you have introduced yourself, I will introduce myself as well."

"My name is Angel Pat, you can call me Mr. Pat."

Angel was still near the Savage Cave half an hour ago. Now he appeared in the distant Revelation Continent, naturally preparing to find Frode.

However, Angel is obviously still a beginner in the application of the plane channel. Although he successfully opened the channel, the space beacon he located finally had a slight deviation.

He still crossed the sea abyss and came to the Revelation Continent, but he deviated from the Central Empire by more than a thousand kilometers and appeared in the territory of the Silver Cloud Principality.

As a person who never remembers the way, Angel didn't know where the city of Saint Syme was for a while. Fortunately, he met the injured little Syme, so that he didn't have to go to the Dream Wilderness to ask for directions... That would be a bit embarrassing.

Angel still has a good impression of the little Syme who helped him save his face.

"By the way, will it be a hindrance for you if I take you away from the Principality of Yinyun to Saint Syme? If so, I can have someone send you back when I reach the destination later."

Angel could see that when little Sam mentioned Saint Syme, he was more sad than expectant, and more resistant than approachable. It is estimated that little Sam did not really want to go to Saint Syme.

Considering that the other party lived in Saint Syme when he was a child, and was a suspected noble who became a slave, it is estimated that there are many twists and turns in the story.

Angel did not care about the other party's story, but he did not mind providing him with some help, such as having someone send him back to the Principality of Yinyun.

When little Sam heard that he was sent back to the Principality of Yinyun, he immediately raised his head and shook his head: "No, I don't want to go back."

"Then don't go back."

Little Sam was a little surprised that the other party agreed so quickly: "Aren't you curious why I don't go back?"

"Not curious, but it's still early before the night fades. If you are willing to talk, I don't mind being a listener." Angel said nonchalantly.

Little Sam was silent for a moment. He couldn't figure out what Mr. Pat was thinking, and was worried that he would get a nose-growing curse if he lied, so he decided to tell what happened before.

"Oh? Because you killed the farmer, so they were hunting you." Angel showed a look of sudden enlightenment: "No wonder it's so lively in the middle of the night in the deep mountains and old forests."

"The point is not the liveliness, it's that I killed someone..." Little Sam whispered.

"Well, this is indeed a big deal in your opinion." Angel: "Why do you want to kill him?"

Little Sam's eyes flashed with hatred: "I didn't think of killing him. He wanted to kill me first and sacrifice me as a tribute, so I accidentally killed him."

"Sacrifice of tribute, it sounds like a primitive style of sacrifice?" Angel whispered: "Who is he going to sacrifice to?"

Little Sam: "I don't know, I only know that there may be more than one sacrifice, and the people participating in this sacrifice are not just farmers, but also those nobles."

After hearing this, Angel did not make much statement, but thought to himself: "Collective sacrifice incident... Could it be passed on by the primitive tribes of Feilan Continent? If so, it is estimated that those who want to get the sacrifice are people from other worlds, and they want to use the sacrifice to deepen their connection with the wizard world."

"This matter can be big or small. I remember Neia of the Hurricane Tower is in the royal family of the Central Empire. Let Frode inform her at that time."