New Gear, Buy One Get One Free

"The Alohomora."

The unlocking spell struck the wooden door, which was rotten beyond recognition. The doorknob turned slightly, making a creaking sound.

Aaron entered the dark room by going up a set of steps. Due to the war, part of the edge of the dark room had collapsed, but it was still relatively well preserved.

After passing through an iron gate, Aaron arrived at the deepest part of the room.

There are four large wooden crates here, and in front of the crates are four statues of immortals, two men and two women.

"Looks like there really are four kings!" Aaron shook his head, then opened the treasure chest.

Contrary to his expectations, what was inside were not gold and silver treasures for the restoration of the kingdom, nor precious historical books, but rather the personal belongings of the four kings.

Clothes, armor, sword, arrows, but the most eye-catching item was a bottle of red potion.

As a disciple of the Potions Master and a descendant of the Botany Master, Aaron's eyes were immediately glued to the bottle of potion.

The Potions, an incredible Potions, is no less cost-effective than his Resurrection Potion.

Sizzle!

Aaron ran his Wand across his palm, leaving a deep red bloodstain.

He immediately used the Levitation Charm to extract a drop of red potion, and after taking it, his wounds Reparo.

"No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is still a breath left, can one recover?"

"The effects are somewhat abnormal." As Aaron praised the potion, he felt a greater sense of awe for this world. Anyone who could concoct such Potions was no ordinary person.

More importantly, this bottle of medicine seems inexhaustible; as soon as you take out a drop, another drop appears in the bottle.

The arrows also possess a certain amount of magical power; those red arrows seem to be able to increase their hit rate to some extent based on the user's will.

The two swords were taken from the treasure chests of the two male kings. Several years later, they were still sharp. Although they were not as good as the Foe-hammer and Orcrist forged by the elves, they were still good divine weapons.

"The equipment is good, now it's my turn." Aaron said calmly, without the slightest bit of guilt.

It's something that doesn't exist; whoever finds it is the one who gets it.

Rather than letting it gather ashes in a dark, sunless, and Secret Chamber, it's better to let it make the most of its potential, and it's not impossible for it to go down in history someday.

When Aaron left the Secret Chamber, he had two swords at his waist, a set of arrows on his back, and a bottle of red Potions in his pocket.

I've been in this world for two days now, and this is the first time I've experienced the joy of being fully armed. This trip is definitely worthwhile.

After changing his equipment, Aaron picked some fruit and continued on his way.

He didn't want to stay here as a savage; finding human society as soon as possible was the most important thing.

Continuing along the river, he entered a dense forest, wading through water several times, but he didn't mind, because he felt he was getting closer and closer to human society.

Before we knew it, night had fallen.

Camping deep in the jungle was dangerous, but he had no other choice.

They dug a pit in the ground, covered it with a thick layer of leaves, and then started a fire.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Just as Aaron was about to have dinner, the sound of horses' hooves caught his attention.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

This wasn't the sound of just one horse's footsteps; there were at least seven or eight more horses chasing closely behind.

But that's not important; what's important is the rider.

After a night, he had completed three days of wilderness survival, but he wouldn't be able to last much longer if he continued.

He didn't care what these people were doing, but he absolutely couldn't let them get away, otherwise who knew how much longer he would have to wander around this primordial forest.

Thinking of this, Aaron forgot about finishing his meal and chased after the horse following the sound of hooves.

It's impossible to outrun four people on two legs, but Aaron did it with ease. He walked very lightly, but kept close behind the horse team, constantly getting closer to the leader.

But gradually he noticed something was wrong. The young man leading the group seemed to be in a panic, running around without any route planning, purely trying to shake off the seven or eight people behind him.

"Damn it! We're being chased!"

"I'm so unlucky to run into this mess," Aaron said dejectedly. He needed these people to take him to a human town, but the problem was, who should he help?

He can no longer even tell which side is good and which side is bad.

If the group of more people is the good guy, he will definitely stop the fleeing young man without saying a word. He can punish the wicked and promote the good, and also take the opportunity to steal a horse, so that his journey will not be so difficult.

But if one side is the bad guy, he has to think carefully about whether or not to help the young man.

Saving him wouldn't be difficult, but doing so would inevitably offend the powerful forces behind those seven or eight people.

Judging from their attire, these people are elite soldiers, and behind them are either nobles or royalty.

He was new to this place and unfamiliar with everyone. Offending these powerful and influential people would do him no good at all, but would only bring him a lot of harm. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake!

"What a hassle!"

Aaron patted his forehead and decided to check the situation first.

If that person manages to escape, then capture him first, and then extract this information about the secret world from his mouth.

If he fails to escape... help him out first, then catch him. Let's take it one step at a time!

At this moment, the Qingyi man had shaken off his pursuers by more than a hundred meters, but he was careless and was knocked off his horse by a piece of broken wood that hit his face.

He had one foot caught in the stirrup and was being dragged along by the horse.

Upon seeing this, Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily.

No wonder his ancestor Gester warned him when teaching him driving skills that the most important thing in driving is to keep your eyes on the road and your ears open. At the time, he didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that he was too hasty.

A living example is right in front of us!

This guy was just a horseman when he got into a traffic accident. He was dragged along the ground by the horse, and it looked painful.

However, he was quick-witted enough to pull his foot off the stirrup.

The blue-haired man lay on the ground, panting heavily, experiencing the feeling of surviving a disaster.

"The opportunity has arrived."

Just as Aaron was about to go over and subdue the man, two dwarves wielding swords emerged from the roots of a tree not far away, startling him so much that he immediately hid behind a tree.

Dwarfs? There are actually dwarfs in this world?

Aaron's emotions were in turmoil. Could it be that this world, like the previous one, was controlled by several powerful races?

A dwarf charged at him, seemingly intending to kill him.

But when he was less than a meter away from Qing, he stopped, his expression, which was full of killing intent, now showing a hint of surprise and unexpectedness.

Just then, the pursuers arrived. The dwarf gave Qingyi a deep look, then turned to another dwarf and said, "Take care of him."

After saying that, he charged ahead alone, leading the pursuers.

Another dwarf approached Qingyi with a sword drawn. Qingyi seemed to realize something and quickly reached out to grab the ground.

However, what he grabbed was not Longsword to protect his life, but a white horn.

"No!" The dwarf cried out in alarm, trying to stop him, but it was too late.

A melodious horn sounded through the forest.

The dwarf didn't care about anything else and struck Qing on the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious.

He didn't kill her; he simply dragged the green hibiscus tree through the hollow.

Suddenly, a sword sheath struck the dwarf on the head, and he collapsed to the ground, his vision going black.

"This is called 'The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole's Queen.'" Aaron looked at the unconscious human and the gloomy-faced dwarf, still feeling quite pleased with himself—buy one get one free!

Without any hesitation, he pulled the two into the tree hollow and tried his best to erase any traces.

The sound of horses' hooves drew closer, and the pursuers stopped.

"He was just standing here."

"They may have escaped deep into the forest, General. Should we continue the pursuit?"

The general hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Let's go and talk about it later. This forest is more dangerous than we think."

"Capturing even one mythical creature is enough to satisfy His Majesty."

The entire group turned back, but compared to before, each of them now carried a black burlap sack on their horse, the contents of which were self-evident.

Aaron looked around the tree hole; the inside was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

It has a living room, bedroom, and kitchen—small but complete. Except for the lack of a bathroom, it's practically a budget version of a Bag End.

Aaron tied the dwarf and the blue-haired human up tightly, then sat down in a chair, tapping his fingers on the table as he muttered about the little information he had just obtained.

"Forest... danger... mythical creatures..."

Humans have a certain degree of awe towards forests, but not much, and this awe is gradually fading.

Dwarves are likely mythical creatures who hide in the forests, afraid to be discovered by humans.

"In other words, humans currently dominate this world, while other creatures have hidden themselves away, barely surviving in some desolate and uninhabited places."

But he discovered that the ruins were in the Forest of the Thousand, and that the kingdom ruled by those four humans...

It's hard to say that hundreds of years ago, humans and so-called mythical creatures could coexist peacefully, but everything changed drastically after that kingdom was conquered by pirates.

Just as Aaron was patiently deducing history, his stomach growled, interrupting his thoughts.

He then realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet. Three days of wilderness survival, with constant travel, had taken a huge toll on his physical strength, and he couldn't afford to lose energy without replenishing it.

But when Aaron reached for his Ration Pack, he found nothing, and his face instantly fell.

I was so focused on chasing these people that I left all our food rations, including wild fruit and vegetables, in the pit I dug earlier.

My stomach started growling again.

"What are you yelling for? Are you the only one who's hungry? Aren't I hungry too?" Aaron grumbled, then started rummaging through the kitchen.

But these two dwarfs were not ordinary people. He searched the entire kitchen, even taking out Captain Jack's Compass, and finally found only a small bowl of rice and a few pieces of hard bread.

"After all, it's the wilderness, so let's just make do with what we have. It'll at least fill our stomachs."