Two People Lost in the Rain

Name: Parr Tianxing Gender: Male Race: Human Race

Age: 10 (20)

Realm: Elementary Knight Apprentice (12/100)

Stamina: 7/100 Mental Power: 3/10 HP: 100/100 Life Energy Points: 97 Mental Energy Points: 107

The Deep Forest ahead might be more dangerous, but danger is also an opportunity. I'll gain more Energy Points. At this rate, I'll soon be able to upgrade the Talent Prompt Wake-Up. After upgrading it, I'll save enough Energy Points to advance my realm once, then upgrade the Wind Wolf Basic Breathing Technique and see what happens. A max-level Wind Wolf Basic Breathing Technique should have special effects too. I hope it doesn't disappoint...

By the campfire at night, Parr poked aimlessly at the flames with a branch while studying the Status Panel and thinking. Not far away, John continued writing furiously with his head lowered. Who knew what he was writing? Whenever Parr tried to look, John would shove him away by pressing his pen against Parr's forehead. He was being awfully mysterious.

Crackle, crackle...

Orange-red flames danced and flickered. The Hardwood serving as firewood gave off soft crackling sounds as time passed bit by bit. Suddenly, John put away his paper and pen, stretched lazily, then turned to Parr and instructed him, "Kid, one of us needs to keep watch tonight. You take the first half, and I'll take the second. Just wake me when the moon reaches its highest point."

Without waiting for Parr's response, John took out a blanket and went to sleep. The Dark Knight One-Handed Sword lay beside him within easy reach. If anything happened, he would leap up instantly. That was the basic instinct of an adventurer spending the night in the wilderness.

"..."

Parr had no objections. With the Talent Prompt Wake-Up, all he needed was a blink at dawn to restore himself to peak condition. Sleep itself was something he could ignore. Still, habits were not so easy to change. If he did not close his eyes and sleep for a while, he would get drowsy.

Crackle, crackle...

The Deep Forest fell quiet, with only the sound of burning wood breaking the silence. Parr stared boredly at the fire, his mind wandering. One moment he considered his current circumstances; the next, he recalled bits and pieces of his previous life.

As time passed, the night deepened. The partially waning moon drifted slowly through the sky, while rustling sounds arose from the surrounding grass and branches.

"There are wild beasts, but they're too afraid of the firelight to come over."

Parr shook himself alert and widened his eyes, activating the Talent Bright Eyes. The effects of the darkness vanished instantly, and everything around him became as clear as day. It had to be said: Talents were truly powerful.

Several wild beasts appeared around the clearing where Parr and John were resting. Drawn by the firelight, they had come near, yet they did not dare approach because they feared the flames. After prowling around for a while, they retreated.

"Tch! What a bunch of cowards!"

Parr gripped the hilt of his Black Short Sword and curled his lips disdainfully. He had been hoping some blind wild beast would come over and deliver Energy Points to him! But none did. Not until the moon had passed its highest point did any beast attack. Parr did not charge out to kill them either, because he feared he might not be able to beat them. Two fists could not defeat four hands, and even a fierce tiger could not withstand a pack of wolves.

"Uncle John, wake up."

Only quite some time after the moon had reached its highest point did Parr push John.

Inhale... exhale...

John sprang up instantly, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings. Only after finding no problems did he take a deep breath, look up at the sky to confirm the time, and finally send Parr off to sleep.

"Kid, hurry up and sleep. It's bad for children's bodies if they don't get enough sleep."

"..."

I'm not a child! Parr desperately wanted to roar that aloud, but after lowering his head and looking at his body, he realized he had no convincing argument.

Sigh... Why did I have to transmigrate into the body of a ten-year-old brat? Fourteen or fifteen would have been fine!

The journey of the big and little pair continued, but what had once been dull became much more interesting because their surroundings had grown dangerous. Every so often, some blind wild beast would launch a surprise attack while they traveled, most of them targeting Parr as he followed behind John. Even wild beasts knew to pick the softest persimmon! But the soft persimmon they had chosen was not truly soft. For Life Energy Points, Parr gave it his all. He carried all the large and small bundles on his back, freeing both hands to wield his sword. He killed quite a few attacking beasts, and the Talent Danger Intuition played the greatest role. No matter how tricky an attacking beast's angle was, so long as Parr was the target, he could react in time.

Of course, some beasts were so huge that Parr could not handle them even if he reacted in time. Then John, who was leading the way, would make a move. One slash was enough to kill them—never a second strike. That was the strength of a Bronze-level Knight.

They encountered plenty of wild beasts along the way, but not a single Magic Beast. John said it was because this area belonged to the Magic Beast White Deer, so no other Magic Beasts existed here. If they went a little farther, they would find some.

At noon two days later, the big and little pair found another clearing to rest in. As usual, Parr went to catch Stupid Rabbits, but today was different. He searched every patch of grass nearby and could not find a single Stupid Rabbit.

"That's strange."

Parr widened his eyes as much as he could. He truly could not see the gray, antenna-like long ears of any Stupid Rabbit, but he did see other creatures—creatures he was extremely familiar with.

"Wild chickens! Wild chickens!"

That was right. Parr had discovered quite a few wild chickens. Their green feathers blended perfectly into the environment, and anyone without exceptionally sharp eyes and great familiarity with chickens would never spot them.

"No wonder there are no Stupid Rabbits! It's because of these chickens."

Parr understood. Chickens were highly territorial creatures. Even domestic chickens could guard a yard, so it was only natural that there were no Stupid Rabbits nearby. After all, there were so many chickens here!

"Since that's the case, let's have a different flavor. We're eating chicken for lunch today!" A smile appeared on Parr's little face as he drew his Black Short Sword and walked over. Against chickens, he did not need any Skills. Parr, known as the Haystack Village Wild Chicken Killer, was that confident.

Cluck, cluck, cluck...

As Parr approached, the chickens realized he had spotted them. They simply stopped hiding, rose up, gathered together, and clucked at him while flapping their wings. The sight was actually rather spectacular.

"Tch!"

Parr was not intimidated. He continued forward, and then a rooster flapped its wings and leaped into the air, its sharp claws shooting straight for Parr's eyes. This was its killing move, one that had blinded countless wild beasts.

"Heh!"

Parr gave a disdainful laugh and raised his right hand, which held the Black Short Sword. Without needing to think, he swung it several times entirely on instinct.

Swish, swish, swish...

Cluck! As sword light flashed, green feathers drifted through the air, and a bald chicken cried miserably as it fell to the ground.

Bang! Clap, clap, clap! John, resting some distance away, applauded enthusiastically and cheered loudly for Parr's splendid performance.

"Good! Get another one!"

Parr, the Haystack Village Wild Chicken Killer—his period of chicken-stealing had honed a miraculous sword technique that stripped chickens bare with exceptional skill.

Thus, the chickens in the grass between the trees suffered disaster. After more than ten chickens were killed or injured, the remaining chickens finally recognized Parr's terror and scattered in all directions with frantic clucks.

Phew...

After catching several more chickens and stripping them bare, Parr sheathed his Black Short Sword and exhaled a breath of stale air. Then he turned to look at his spoils: over a dozen bald chickens lying amid a field of feathers.

"Very good! I haven't gotten rusty!"

Sizzle! Sizzle! Five or six cleaned chickens were set over the weak campfire. Grease dripped onto the burning wood, making sizzling sounds as an enticing fragrance filled the air. The two people waiting beside it were practically drooling.

"Isn't it ready yet?"

Parr swallowed, his large black eyes fixed firmly on the roasting chickens. He felt these wild chickens smelled far better than domestic ones.

"Wait a little longer. The flavor isn't at its best yet."

John reached out and adjusted the chickens so they would heat evenly. His movements were extremely practiced. He was clearly an old hand at eating chicken.

"All right! I'll wait a little longer."

Parr wiped his drool, walked aside, and sat on the ground as he opened the Status Panel.

Name: Parr Tianxing Gender: Male Race: Human Race

Age: 10 (20)

Realm: Elementary Knight Apprentice (18/100)

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Life Energy Points: 147 Mental Energy Points: 107

In two days, Parr had gained 50 Life Energy Points, taking another big step toward the number he had anticipated.

Soon. In another two days, we'll be out of the Deep Forest, and then I'll be able to upgrade my Talent. Parr calculated silently, then suddenly felt a chill on his little face.

"Hm?"

Parr raised a hand and wiped it. It was water. No, it was raindrops! Pitter-patter...

"It's raining!"

At noon that day, a light rain suddenly began falling in the Deep Forest. Fortunately, Parr and John had come well-prepared. Their large bundles contained leather raincoats, and the bundles themselves were waterproof, so their journey was not delayed. The only regrettable thing was that the roasting chickens had not reached their ideal doneness.

Munch, munch... "Still pretty tasty."

"It would've been even tastier if it hadn't suddenly started raining."

The big and little pair hurriedly finished lunch, packed up the remaining chickens, and set off once more.

Pitter-patter...

Traveling in the rain had its own unique charm, but they encountered far fewer beast attacks along the way. The beasts had all gone to shelter from the rain, which left Parr, who wanted Life Energy Points, somewhat annoyed.

Night came quickly, and the light rain continued. With no other choice, John found a thick tree and quickly hollowed out its trunk, using it as a place for them to sleep and rest that night.

"Who knows when this rain will stop!"

That night, Parr and John squeezed together inside the tree hollow. Listening to the rain outside, Parr found himself unable to sleep for a while. This was the first time he had experienced rain since transmigrating here. Every first was worth remembering.

Two days—another two days. The light rain fell for two full days. Even after it stopped, the sky remained overcast without a trace of sunlight, as though it could begin raining again at any moment.

This led to a problem: John and Parr got lost!

That was right! John, the experienced adventurer, had gotten lost! It was rather astonishing.

"Uncle John, are you really an adventurer?"

It was the third day. Logically, John and Parr should have already left the Deep Forest, but even by the third evening, they were still wandering around aimlessly within it.

"Of course I'm an adventurer!"

When they rested that evening, John rubbed Parr's little head in exasperation at his questioning.

"Then how did you get lost?" Parr retorted unhappily.

"Uh..."

John withdrew his hand, took a round instrument from his clothes, and tossed it to Parr. Then he said helplessly, "You can't blame me for this! There hasn't been any sun or stars these past three days, so I could only travel by relying on this Compass. Not long ago, I discovered that someone damaged it during my last journey. It isn't accurate anymore, so we got lost."

"That can happen?"

Parr looked at the otherworldly Compass in his hand and found that it was much the same as the one from his previous life. Then he looked up at the dark sky, glanced around at the dense Deep Forest, and asked tentatively, "Uncle John, isn't there another way to tell directions? Like using the surrounding plants?"

"If there were, that'd be great, but I'm not one of those Elves who can communicate with plants!"

John rolled his eyes and vigorously rubbed Parr's little head again, easing some of the frustration in his heart.

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