Wearing the Rags Chapter 9

Weapons at the ready, then ropes, matches, and flashlights.

Byron was not sure whether the lighter could be brought over smoothly, but it would be safer to bring matches.

Although he didn't plan to leave the hut and decided to use it as a base, he wanted to be prepared.

The most important thing is his "golden finger"--the bargaining chip for negotiating with the indigenous people, food.

He prepared many kinds.

I successfully brought the sausages last night, as well as unpacked biscuits, toast, instant noodles, jerky, dried tofu... and washed apples, pears, watermelons, cantaloupe, mangoes, and grapes. ...

He only packed one fruit of each kind, and put them all in cartons, trying to see if he could carry them over smoothly.

After preparing a cardboard box piecemeal, Byron took another empty box and put it aside for comparison.

The contents of the second box were exactly the same as the first box. Biscuits, snacks and other items were not unpacked.

Byron thought about what might happen.

Everything is ready, look at the time, it's not even eight o'clock.

He took out the "suicide note" he had not finished writing during the day and added that if he could not come back, the family house would be donated to his aunt.

Count it as compensation for my aunt taking care of grandma by herself.

After writing the suicide note, Byron tore the paper off the notebook and placed it under the pillow in his bedroom along with the household registration book, ID card, bank card, and his mobile phone.

If he doesn't come back tomorrow, Daqiang will definitely look for him in the bedroom when he comes in the morning. After discovering that he is missing, the suicide note and relics he left behind should be found soon.

After packing his things, Byron took the time to take a shower and change into sportswear and a pair of sturdy sneakers suitable for hiking to avoid any smell on his body.

After thinking for a while, he took another coat.

Just in case, Byron put a few more band-aids in his pockets, folded some paper into small pockets, and filled them with cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, painkillers and medicine for treating diarrhea.

He also took a roll of bandages and a small bottle of alcohol from the household medical kit.

Finally, the most important photo.

Byron cut the small ones, put them into his pocket, and put the large ones into the carton. Not worried, he put them on his T-shirt, then put on his coat and stuffed the coat into his trousers to form a pocket to hold the photos.

Then just wait quietly.

Byron moved a stool and sat on the spot where he disappeared yesterday.

After nine o'clock he stood up as he had done the night before.

At half past nine, nothing happened.

In order to simulate the scene last night, Byron put two sausages on the sausage machine, picked them up with the tongs he just bought today, and put them back.

At ten o'clock, the two sample sausages were almost bald by his skin, but nothing happened.

Byron looked up at the clock on the wall, feeling increasingly anxious.

Could it be that last night was a coincidence?

Can't make it through today?

He put down the clip and began to look around the room carefully to see if anything had disappeared without his attention.

Suddenly, the light changed.

By the time Byron reacted, he had already appeared in the cabin he had visited yesterday.

Time travel comes quietly.

Byron quickly patted his pockets to see what he was carrying.

Fortunately, the cardboard boxes he prepared also came with him. It's just that it's much emptier than he originally pretended.

The most conspicuous watermelon is gone.

His grandma's long rolling stick was gone too.

Byron panicked.

Fortunately the photos are still there.

The slightly hard touch of the photo paper made Byron feel more at ease.

Before he could check what was missing, he suddenly heard a surprised "eh" sound.

Byron turned around following the sound, and the person who spoke was the four-eyed cat-faced multi-eyed clan member who had been staring at him all night.

Byron suddenly became stiff again.

"It actually happened!" Asi from the Multi-Eye Tribe stood up and walked around Byron.

Byron's eyes followed her and scanned the entire room.

The good news is twofold.

First, Jasper, the two-mouthed black man who was very friendly to him yesterday, was still in the same position yesterday, and after hearing the sound, he poked his head out from behind the table.

Second, all the big guys who appeared yesterday are gone, even the long tail that talked to him last night asking for food is gone. Now the most powerful one in this cabin should be this multi-eyed creature.

For Byron, this is also bad news.

Last night, she was the one who showed the most obvious desire to eat him.

Byron looked at her four eyes warily, and those four eyes were also observing him. When one of them turned to look at the carton, Byron immediately followed her.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

Byron shouted urgently.

No matter how much mental preparation he made during the day, Byron still couldn't help but be afraid when he came to face a monster species that was obviously different from him.

It was difficult to hide emotions. He couldn't hide it from himself, let alone Axi's four eyes.

So he shouted his objections, surprising Theo and everyone else in the room.

Last night, everyone saw how quickly he surrendered to the Changli Clan, also known as "Peng Peng".

In terms of lethality, the Doumu Clan cannot match the Changliu Clan, but when it comes to killing a Byron, Axi thinks that she can only be faster than the Changliu Clan.

Her four eyes showed confusion, anger, violence and curiosity. She retracted her furry claws and stared at Byron with interest.

Like a cat playing with a mouse that can't escape, he waited with interest and patience for what Byron had to say.

Byron swallowed his saliva and tried his best to calm down, "You saw, I didn't lie, I can bring a lot of food, there are many kinds."

He moved his hand and opened a corner of the box, revealing the snacks and fruits inside.

The aroma of food wafted out, and the natives with keen sense of smell immediately smelled the smell they smelled last night.

It’s the smell of grilled sausage!

There’s something else, rich sweetness!

Even Jasper and the "Little Mouse" Roundheads, who were the first to discover the space cracks here, have never smelled it!

The "little mice" round-headed tribe hiding in the corner of the hut and the "squirrel monkey" puff-tailed tribe hiding on the roof couldn't help but poke their heads in the direction of Byron.

Axi tilted her head to look at him, her four eyes turning around, as if wondering what Byron meant.

Seeing this, Byron knew that his persuasion was in the right direction, and he immediately became bolder. He quickly went through what he had deduced during the day in his mind, calmed down and began to persuade:

"There are many kinds of food like this in my hometown, not just these, but more, many, many. If I come here every day, I can continue to bring them to everyone, every day, continuously. It is much more cost-effective than eating me, right?" "

"Also, I don't know what the space cracks here look like. This is the only one that can travel back and forth from my hometown!"

"I heard that the ones in other places cannot be delivered at regular times and at fixed points. And, to tell you the truth, the crack is even in my room. If I can't go back, no one will be able to find it again. Let alone teleportation in the future. When I come here, there won’t even be any scraps of food left.”

The natives were really frightened and asked, "There won't be any food?"

No one doubted the editor's words. Byron became bolder and continued with a firm tone: "Yes! My hometown is different from here. If someone is missing from any room, that room will be sealed up and no one will be allowed to do it again." If you go in and out, the house will be deserted, and of course nothing will fall over. "

The little natives chirped and protested, "How can that be done!"

Although there are many space cracks, most of them are in dangerous places in the wilderness, and few of them drop food stably.

Items dropped from space cracks will be stained with space magic. That little magic may not matter to powerful races and wandering adventurers, but to these weak settled creatures, having such a stable food source How precious the source is!

They don't have the courage and strength like the Longhorn Clan and Slender Foot Clan to dare to take advantage of the magic ore in the wilderness.

As long as they stock up a little every day, or even a few days, they can stock up on food that falls from the gaps in the space, plus the food stored by the tribe, they may be able to survive the long and cold white wind season safely!

The Roundheads, who never dared to speak loudly against a powerful race, took the lead in collective protest: "Every day!" "Every day!" "Every day!"

Axi glared at them with one eye, full of warning and impatience, "How do I know if you will come every day?"

Every day, the benefits may not reach her mouth, but now at least most of the food reaches her mouth.

"I will come every day!" Byron quickly pulled his jacket out of his waistband and showed the photo that was placed close to his body: "I will definitely come every day. These are my parents. They probably fell into the space crack accidentally. I came here just to find their clues! So, I plan to open a supermarket here, which is a food store, to provide food for everyone every day in exchange for their clues. "

Asi asked: "No clues?"

Byron: "You can also exchange it for other things. Just help me spread the news."

Axi rolled his eyes and took the photo.

Byron: "Whoever can help me find their clues, I will give you a big gift, guaranteed to be a satisfying gift!"

This is his plan.

Trade food for clues, trade food for safety.

As long as they still want his food, they will definitely not kill him or eat him.

When he is familiar enough with this place and has the ability to survive, it is best to find companions and then search further afield.

If he is lucky enough and someone can help him find his parents, then he is willing to spend all the money to buy food and feed him, or he is willing to sell the house and get a loan.

After listening to Byron's words, Asi couldn't help but frown.

She originally didn't plan to tell anyone. There were too many magical creatures in the wilderness that were stronger than her. Instead of letting more powerful races divide them, she would be better off guarding this place and taking it all to herself.

But judging from the reactions of the Round-headed and Puffy-tailed tribes, this news cannot be kept secret.

She said "tsk" and cursed in her heart: "Short-sighted."

She silently thought about how to kill all the little things present...

No.

These little things have a huge tribe, and their tribesmen may not know they are here.

Even if you kill them, this place will be exposed sooner or later.

She wasn't afraid of the Round-Headed and Puff-tailed Tribes, but the number of them was enough to annoy her. I'm afraid that before she can deal with it, the news will spread throughout the Sterling Silver territory.

She turned over the photos handed over by Byron in annoyance, and her four flexible eyes suddenly widened.

What is this!

It's actually more delicate than the murals left by the elves!

Oh my God! This is some kind of magic she has never heard of!

What is the background of this boy from another world? !