You Let Go! I Won't Let Go!

Chapter 39 039. You Let Go! I Won't!

"Da Bao, he looks about seventy percent like me, a black-haired boy. Help me search from the sky."

Mercer spoke to Karasu perched on his shoulder.

Karasu nodded, "Squawk~," pushed off Mercer's shoulder with his bird claws, and spread his wings to fly into the sky.

"According to Dadan's directions, it should be near the Uncertain Terminus."

Mercer stood on a wooden suspension bridge above a hundred-meter-deep canyon, gazing at the distant forest, and started walking across.

A majestic white-necked crow circled in the sky above, surveying the surroundings, as he walked through the lush forest.

Tall trees.

All kinds of strange flowers and plants.

Stepping on the protruding stones on the water surface, he hopped across the crystal-clear stream.

The continuous forest was filled with the primeval aura of life.

Breathing in the fragrance of flowers, plants, and trees.

An impulse to shout from the bottom of his heart arose involuntarily.

Unlike the perpetual winter of Drum Island.

Here, the four seasons were as usual, with abundant flowers and plants. It was autumn, and Mercer's Unity of Heaven and Man state made him feel exceptionally free here.

At this moment, Karasu descended from the sky and landed on the ground not far from Mercer.

Taking sneaky steps, he bit into a three-centimeter-long black bee, and it burst with juice in his mouth.

Mercer blinked and walked forward, stopping five meters away.

Because a swarm of at least a hundred black, plump bees flew out of the ground, circling around Karasu, their stingers black and shiny, but unable to get close.

Karasu flapped his wings, creating gusts of wind to drive them away.

His sharp beak pecked accurately, one peck at a time. Mercer narrowed his eyes, not surprised by Karasu's gluttonous behavior.

He's just curious.

It's in the crow's nature.

Why should I suppress its nature?

Besides, it's not like I haven't gained anything.

Mercer clearly saw a crystal-clear, brownish-yellow liquid flowing out of the cracks in the soil beneath Karasu's feet.

Earth honey.

Smelling the faint sweet scent in the air, Mercer couldn't help but smile. "You really are a good bird, always getting benefits for your own family."

Mercer had already come up with several plans for a big harvest, the simplest of which was undoubtedly arson.

But Heaven cherishes life.

Since he was going to be a robber, he should spare the bees.

Within a hundred steps of a poisonous substance, there must be an antidote.

Although this saying wasn't entirely accurate, it made sense.

Mercer's gaze precisely found something good. In a pond where a river converged not far away, wide lotus leaves with a minimum diameter of one meter floated on the surface.

Some were yellowish, but it didn't matter.

Taking light steps, Mercer came to the riverbank, his feet in sandals stepping into the crystal-clear water.

Only two meters from the shore, the water depth was up to his calves.

His small hand gripped Cold Dew and plunged it under the water, and with a gentle swipe, the wide lotus leaves on the surface were freed.

After picking several round and clean lotus leaves in a row, Mercer walked ashore, stacked two lotus leaves together, folded them into a forty-five-degree fan shape, and quickly came to the earth bees.

Swinging the fan-shaped lotus leaves in a circle, the sound of rain hitting banana leaves rang out "Pitter-patter," using skill to precisely strike the bees.

Only injuring, not killing.

A few minutes later, a layer of black, plump bees fell on the ground around them.

Karasu and Mercer cooperated perfectly, circling around Mercer like a chicken, flapping his wings on the ground to drive away the bees that were still attacking, and pecking at those who dared to attack.

Mercer held the Cold Dew short sword in his right hand and inserted it into the cracks in the ground, lightly prying open the blocky soil, and saw the honeycomb with honey-orange honey flowing inside.

Wiping the soil off Cold Dew on his clothes, Mercer began to divide the honeycomb with honey.

The opened lotus leaves began to wrap it.

This was a rich honeycomb. Mercer collected two-thirds of it, a full five lotus leaf bags of honeycomb honey.

He left the rest alone, covered it with soil, left a gap, and took the road of sustainable development.

After collecting, Mercer looked at the bees that had begun to recover their vitality and fly, called Karasu, and quickly slipped away.

Having eaten at least a hundred bees, Karasu had his fill, but was still a little reluctant, muttering in his mouth:

"Karasu good, knew, so brought Niu, together, this kind, sweet, bugs, super, delicious."

Far from the hive, Mercer had five large packages of honey in his hands, as well as a large piece of honeycomb. He pinched off a piece and handed it to Karasu flying in the air beside him, laughing:

"There are five packages, save one for us later and take it back for Crow Xiaoniu to try."

Karasu chirped happily when he heard this:

"Mercer, good, Niu, likes, thanks."

"Speaking of which, Da Bao, you should work harder. Don't always speak in fits and starts. Strive for coherent and smooth sentences. You haven't practiced enough. This won't do. Practice more if you're bad at it."

"Karasu, got it." Karasu nodded and pecked at the piece of honeycomb Mercer handed him, tilting his head back and swallowing it. "Delicious. Sweet."

Then he flew to a pool of water and drank a few mouthfuls of clear water, before flying back. "Too much to eat, greasy."

Mercer ate a piece of honeycomb, watching him and laughing: "Have you had enough? If you have, go back to what you were doing before."

"Good, one more, piece."

This time, Mercer pinched off a large piece and handed it over. Karasu grabbed it with his claws and flapped his wings into the sky.

Walking in the forest.

Mercer glanced at the honeycomb in his hand.

"Appraisal"

[F+ Grade Earth Honey]: Natural dessert, a gift from nature. Regular consumption can eliminate fatigue, improve sleep, nourish and protect the liver, and improve gastrointestinal function.

That's right, such easily obtained delicacies probably aren't of very high quality.

But the flaws don't detract from the jade.

Good things are still good things, no matter how low the quality.

"This is also a Cultivation Resource. Long-term consumption is a good thing for improving physical fitness."

"There are many good things in this world. My desire for adventure is starting to burn."

He ate honeycomb along the way, and when he felt it was too sweet, he ate a few wild fruits he picked up along the way, or took a few big gulps from the mountain springs he encountered.

Half an hour later.

Mercer's Observation Haki was constantly sensing, but for some reason, he couldn't sense Ace's aura.

Until he walked out of the forest and came to a dirt slope, Mercer looked at the towering arc-shaped city walls in the distance, and the smoky Trash Mountain range outside the walls.

"Uncertain Terminus"

The no-man's-land between Corvo Mountain and the Kingdom of Goa.

Calling it a no-man's-land is a bit of a compliment. In reality, it's a junkyard frequented by those who can't survive, those who are worthless, local ruffians, Pirates, and mountain bandits.

Most of the people here live by relying on the waste dumped from the city.

"Did that brat Ace really run here?"

Observation Haki sensed a familiar aura inside the Trash Mountain.

Mercer waved to the sky, and Karasu flew down.

He handed Karasu the five lotus leaf packages he had tied with vines he found along the way, and the latter grabbed them tightly with his claws.

"What is it? Mercer."

"I found him. I'll go take a look. You hold onto these."

After Mercer finished speaking, he walked down the dirt slope and entered the Trash Mountain.

Looking at the small mountain-like piles of various garbage remains, Mercer thought speechlessly:

"Are the nobles of this Kingdom of Goa Pigs? How can they create so much garbage?"

Smelling the lingering stench of burning garbage in the air, Mercer walked through the ruins.

From time to time, he saw scavengers digging in the garbage heaps, their faces numb, their clothes ragged, but their eyes were somewhat vigilant and cruel.

A group of pathetic people who don't know what tomorrow holds.

A group of people living in garbage with no longing for the future.

No, they do have longing.

Their longing might be to dig up something valuable in the garbage.

After digging it up, there might be a bloody scramble.

He looked at one face after another.

There were adults, children, men, women, and old people.

Mercer looked at them with a calm expression, not feeling sorry for them. The road to Corvo Mountain or other mountain forests was right there.

If you want to truly live, the road is always there, but they choose to ignore it.

As for the wild beasts in the mountains?

What a joke.

Where did all these powerful beasts come from? As long as there's determination, beasts are never an obstacle.

Following the aura Perception detected, Mercer stepped onto the top of Trash Mountain, a pile of discarded buildings.

Mercer looked down.

"You little brats, we found that! Give it back to us!"

"Looks like you're asking for death."

"Enough talk, let's get them."

Three adults with knives cornered two five or six-year-old kids, aiming for the few tattered cloth bags they carried.

The bags were bulging, and some miscellaneous items could be seen through the loosely tied openings.

The two kids:

One wore a top hat with goggles, a blue noble-style windbreaker, and black boots.

The other wore a red, high-quality short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and black cloth shoes.

The blond, top-hat-wearing kid held a steel pipe.

Mercer's gaze lingered on him for only a few seconds before focusing on the other, dark-haired kid.

Ace.

"Tch, in this area, nothing belongs to anyone. You need fists to talk here."

Ace glared at the three adults, a gleaming, exceptionally sharp axe in his hand:

"Anyone not afraid of death, come on up! See who wants to test my axe's sharpness first."

The three adults' eyes flashed fiercely. If they were forced back by this little thing who wasn't even as tall as their waists, how would they survive here in the future?

They exchanged glances, each seeing the ruthlessness and decisiveness in the other's eyes. The next moment, they charged forward with their knives.

A fight was about to break out!

Tension flashed in Ace's eyes, and he suddenly shouted, "Sabo, execute Plan B!"

The next second, both of them pulled out handfuls of wall dust from their pockets and threw it at the faces of the charging adults.

No one expected them to be so cunning. Two of the three were hit, while the remaining one was a half-beat slower and managed to raise an arm to protect his face.

The two who were hit panicked.

"Ah!! My eyes, you bastards, no honor!"

"Quick, retreat!"

"Don't retreat! Charge! It's wall dust, not lime! Don't let them get away!"

The uninjured man shouted and grabbed one of his companions who wanted to retreat, forcefully pushing him towards Ace.

Instantly, watching the man stumble towards him with a terrified expression.

Ace froze, unsure whether to swing the axe or not. After a moment of hesitation, he was knocked to the ground by the pushed man.

A fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes. He lunged forward and slashed at Ace's face with his knife.

Ace's eyes narrowed. He knelt on the ground, staring intently at the attacker, ready to retaliate.

The boy named Sabo was stunned by the sudden turn of events and shouted, "Ace, watch out!"

At that moment, a cold light shot down from above, and a muffled thud rang out.

Followed by a "clang," the knife fell from the attacker's hand and clattered on the ground.

"Ahhh!!!" The man clutched his right arm with his left hand, screaming in pain, "My hand, my hand!"

Seeing this, Ace knew he couldn't miss the opportunity. His eyes hardened, he quickly pushed himself up, and the axe in his right hand flashed, heavily striking the man's chest.

Thwack! A spray of blood splattered, splashing onto Ace's face.

The man was knocked backward.

Seeing this, Sabo's mind calmed. He swung the iron pipe and slammed it into the head of the dazed man in front of him.

Bang!

Iron pipe to the head.

Bang! Iron pipe to the face.

Bang! The iron pipe sent him flying.

Ace wiped the blood off his face and looked at the unlucky guy who had been sold out earlier. He took a step forward and kicked him in the face.

With a thud, he was knocked unconscious.

Finally finishing off the three, Ace immediately looked up at the ruined building behind him.

The sunlight was a bit blinding, and he had to shield his eyes with his left hand.

But after seeing clearly, he found nothing. It was empty.

Ace frowned slightly, wondering aloud, "Who saved me?"

Then he looked at Sabo, "Are you okay? Sabo."

Sabo stepped forward and grabbed the object piercing the man's arm, pulling it out with force. His eyes widened instantly:

"A Surgical Knife?"

Ace came closer and examined it, a suspicious glint in his eyes:

"This knife seems to be of very high quality, better than my axe, even? Who's so rich that they'd just throw it away?"

Saying that, he questioned his blond friend, "Sabo, do you know anyone?"

"I don't know?" Sabo looked at Ace with a dumbfounded expression, speechless, "That knife clearly came to save you, what does it have to do with me?"

"And Ace, what was wrong with you just now? Why didn't you dodge, block, or attack? That was really dangerous, okay?"

Ace looked a little embarrassed, averted his eyes, and said awkwardly, "I've never used an axe on a person before, and I wasn't sure if I should just chop him. Sorry!"

Sabo stared blankly at Ace, then his face darkened, and he suddenly glared and roared:

"Then why the hell are you playing with an axe? If you suddenly do something like that in the middle of a fight, it's scary, okay? I was almost scared to death just now."

Saying that, Sabo took a deep breath, calmed down, and then asked, "What about these three? Are they like this already? Should we ditch them?"

"You kill them?" Ace nudged him with his shoulder, his eyes a little weak, "I've never killed anyone."

Sabo said angrily, "I haven't either. Didn't you say you had? Were you lying to me?"

Ace looked away again, clicked his tongue, and said, "Does killing hunted animals count?"

Sabo: "Then will you kill them or not?"

Ace: "I'm not ready yet."

Sabo: "You need to prepare for something like this?"

Ace: "Then why don't you kill one first and show me."

Sabo: "I don't want to, you kill them."

Ace: "Then I don't want to either."

The two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they said in unison:

"Then let's not kill any of them."

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