At this time, I no longer care about how noble and precious the sword is, it is nothing compared to a piece of meat.

She also wanted to use magic to get some clean water, or to light a fire directly. Unfortunately, the magic power was exhausted. What could usually be restored with a bottle of magic potion could only be recovered slowly and naturally now. Her body could not even bear the concentration of natural magic power.

The impact of time.

After eating a piece of meat that was burnt on the outside, raw on the inside, without salt, and tasted extremely bad, Sid retched for a long time, but he swallowed it with force, and finally found a stone that could block the wind, curled up and prepared

Get some sleep.

The pampered eldest lady wanted to cry a little bit.

The wind in the wild was very cold and the sand was very strong. Her hair, which had been well maintained, was now full of sand. The air was so dry that her nose felt like it was about to burst when she breathed in. Her nostrils were filled with black dirt.

, it’s all the dust that was sucked in. The originally delicate skin is now extremely dry and no longer feels moist.

So... is this what suffering feels like? How does the food you eat taste compared to the food in the slums? Are they in this situation all the time?

There is also the ghost in the mirror...Did he run away? I hope he can come back alive...What happened to his parents?
Chapter completed!