Son of the Olden Days

"Boom~bang." The knock on the door was not heavy, but it was enough for the people in the room to hear.

"Who?" After knocking twice, an answer came from the room.

"I, Sol." Sol rubbed his frozen palms, and sighed in his hands.

After a while, the door panel opened silently, and it seemed to be maintained frequently, and Stanter's resentful lizard-men vertical pupils appeared behind the door.

There is a kind of person who will go into madness when they are disturbed in sleep, and Steant is obviously that kind of person. The key is that he was so busy getting out of bed just now that he accidentally stepped on the lady's tail, causing himself to be kicked by the lady.

Seeing Sol came back safely, Stanter said nothing, and the friendship of men was never in nonsense.

The two looked at each other affectionately across the door frame for a while.

"Ha, it's too cold now, I've got some cooked food, and I'm going to find you a couple of drinks." Seeing that Stant was ready to explode on the spot, Saul felt unlikely to find him for a drink. But since the door has been knocked open, the words are always finished.

"Okay, wait until I get my double knives." Stanter gave Thor a deep look, then turned and entered the room.

Sol decisively took the opportunity to escape. He came to find someone to drink because he couldn't sleep, but he didn't come to find someone to learn combat skills.

Standing at the crossroads of the street, Sol shook off the snowflakes from his body.

The street lamp stolen from Byron Bian was still shining brightly on the side of the road, but the light became pale in the wind and snow. There seems to be a week or two left in this cold winter. When the ice and snow melt, the dark calendar will soon come to an end.

Tightening his collar, Thor turned and disappeared into the street.

"Boom~Boom" a knock on the door came from somewhere in the territory again.

"Who?" The people in the room apparently slept very shallowly, or rather alertly.

"Rose, open the door." Sol pinched his nose and squeezed out a female voice.

There was a flurry of turmoil in the room, and there seemed to be the sound of the washbasin being stepped over.

Then the door opened vigorously, and the moment it opened, Sol also saw Diller deliberately trimming his short, grassy hair.

After adjusting to his best appearance, Diller looked up affectionately.

After seeing Sol, Diller was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Sol behind him, but unfortunately there was only the cold wind on the street whizzing away with snowflakes, and there was no graceful figure of Rose.

Diller's smile froze for an instant, and at the same time a sense of bitterness appeared in his mouth.

He suddenly remembered that Rose had reached the second-order bottleneck, and she had fallen asleep and pushed the door to advancement. Beth arranged for a careful old woman to take care of her. How could she come and knock herself without sleeping in the middle of the winter? door.

"Come in and talk." After a few twitching cheeks, Diller still shook his head helplessly.

The dwarf was obviously good-tempered, and he was not violent when he was disturbed in his sleep. Saul was satisfied.

Everything in the house was ordinary, and it seemed no different from most civilians.

Although he has always known Diller's address, Thor called the door for the first time. In the past, everyone was used to discussing things in the Lord's Mansion. After all, there was service and food.

"You live here?" Sol asked casually.

"When you are alone, you can do anything." Diller lit the candle and dragged the table and small stool to the center of the room.

Saul agreed with Diller's words.

Put the steaming food and drinks on the table, which Sol just made by himself in the kitchen of the Lord's Mansion.

"Boom~bang" Soon the door slammed again, and Stant squeezed in amid Diller's curses.

"Dwarf, you can't even afford a fireplace, so it's no wonder no woman can look at you?" Stearns habitually stabbed first, then squatted by a fire pit surrounded by rocks in the room. After lighting the fire, he threw a few pieces of wood in it.

The three of them sat down at the table and raised a round of cups.

"I may be under the curse of not being able to sleep, so after tossing my own mushrooms, I will toss you by the way." Sol talked about the origin of drinking tonight, and told the companions at the table that it was just a small chat, not about work.

"Is it negative?" Steand and Diller were speechless after hearing Sol's words, but what else can they do if they are awakened? I can only ask about the side effects of the curse. Can't sleep? This curse sounds dangerous.

"I don't know for the time being, wait tomorrow to see how much impact it has on body and energy." Sol waved his hand.

Although not talking about work, it is inevitable that the topic will come back unknowingly.

The situation in the territory is similar to Sol's expectations. The cold winter will make people become lazy and stiff. Keeping warm and cold is the focus of life, so the territory is calm throughout the winter.

In addition to their respective areas of responsibility, while taking advantage of their leisure time in winter, both Steand and Diller have never stopped entering the secret realm to practice themselves. Now the two of them have touched the pass of Tier 4 back and forth and stood in front of the gate of Jin Tier.

"This is a good thing. I will leave your business to me at that time, but when are you going to leave? I suggest that you should wait until the Spring War before you go to bed and pull out the Hallowell nail first." Saul Jue The cup touched the two of them.

It took nearly eight months for the third-tier promotion to the fourth-tier Thor, but this cannot be used as a reference. After all, everyone's path to advancement may not be the same, so the time required to advance is inevitably different. In short, Stanter still needs a few months.

"We think so too. Before we leave, we must clean up the surrounding crises in order to be at ease." Stant and Diller replied.

Advancement has always been a heavy topic. Even if it was mentioned occasionally on the wine table, the three of them could only try not to think about what they failed. If it fails, there will be no more.

"By the way, where is your beloved Rose?" Saul smiled and looked at Diller, asking about Rose's movements.

"She has fallen asleep ahead of time, and opened the door to the third step." Diller scratched his head, his expression worried and irritable.

"Actually, I don't think your women need to let them fight for life. If it is obviously not worth it to lose someone because of promotion, you can do whatever the man does." Sol expressed his opinion about his own shiitake mushrooms. He did the same.

"I don't want her to go either! But she seems to want to compete with me in terms of strength, and I can't control it." Diller looked helpless.

"My side is not that complicated. The lizard people have always been martial arts, and they have been carved into the blood. If the two of us die in the promotion, then I will change one." Stant waved his hand domineeringly.

At present, both of Stanter's wives have Tier 2 strength, and they will be sent to the dungeon by Stanter to fend for themselves if nothing happens.

Change one when the madam is dead? Faced with Stant's masculine emotional attitude, Sol and Diller could only look up at them speechlessly.

In this cold winter night, many people were persecuted by the "sleepless" Thor, and were called to play around in the middle of the night.

After that, Thor's sleep seemed to be restored again, and everyone gradually stopped worrying.

But Thor didn't tell anyone that it was really a curse, and it has been there all the time. Every two or three days, this kind of inability to fall asleep would suddenly come up, or it would be the same for two consecutive days, making him awake at night.

So when the sleepless night comes, Thor can only hide in his room to read and study, or go to the secret realm to collect demons.

After getting used to it, Saul felt that the curse was good.

Because he counts it all year round, it seems that he lives a few months longer than others, which is undoubtedly worthwhile. If you live for a hundred years, one third is actually sleeping, and this one third is held by Thor.

What really worries Sol is that sleep is strictly a biological requirement, like eating and drinking.

If you don’t get enough sleep, it is very likely that you will be mentally sluggish and will eventually wear down your body. But so far, Saul hasn't found any drawbacks in this regard. He was still awake the next day, always like this, as if he was born without sleep.

Sol never believed that there was nothing good in this world, so he suspected that he might be overspending his life in the future. Although there is no basis for this statement for the time being, who can make it clear?

Hanging out at the wine table with Stant and Diller in the middle of the night, finally got up to the next day.

Early in the morning, Sol hurried back to the lord's mansion to prepare a loving breakfast for a brood of shiitake mushrooms.

The main thing is that Igrit has just joined Thor's evil camp, and her Majesty must be served. Thinking of the endless fly spells and random teleportation scrolls in front of him in the future, Thor's eyes were as bright as fireflies.

The two little maids, Andor and Finki, got up first. They were very happy to see Sol came back safely. The two bean sprouts were very happy, but the lord robbed his errand again, and the two bean sprouts started a thousand around Sol. The skills of a duck.

Saul was so noisy that there was only the rattle of ducks in his head, and he could only send them two to take care of the shiitake mushrooms. Of course, Saul did not forget to remind them that Igrit in the second room should focus on taking care of them, so that they can come up with the best etiquette and service.

When Sol came to the table with food, everyone was there, but the atmosphere was a little weird.

Beth and Petty are sitting at one side of the dining table, and Igritty and two bean sprouts are sitting on the other.

The three shiitake mushrooms were silly with each other, with unnatural smiles on their faces. After all, it was the first time that everyone saw each other, and they weren't familiar with each other for the time being. After the greetings, they didn't know what to say for a while, they could only keep a polite smile.

Thor's arrival dilutes this atmosphere.

"Maybe you can wait until your faces are frozen, I don't mind." Sol said to the three shiitake mushrooms who were still giggling.

He handed the two sandwich breads to the two bean sprouts, and first pulled Anduo and Finch into his camp to avoid being punished by the mushrooms at the table, and then he began to pour milk for everyone.

The bread hasn't changed much, but Thor replaced the filling of the filling with a special honey roast today.

At present, the shiitake mushrooms have removed their disguise and started to compete. Igrid was a little restrained. After all, she hadn't experienced this kind of family atmosphere, but Saul didn't think it was a big problem, and she would get used to it soon.

It's a pity that Sol still underestimated the fusion of the mushrooms. By the time he was holding the hot milk to talk, the three mushrooms had already been chatted together, and the front line began to condemn Sol's evil behavior of not sleeping last night, and gave him a fetch. A nickname for'Midnight Shadow'.

Even Beth is no longer caring, apparently she was damaged by Petty's stinky mushroom.

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