Our family is in decline

"This should be the main road that once led to the original site of Hamlet. These checkpoints set up at different intersections were probably buildings like inns back then."

Lance stopped in front of a building ruins and inspected the ruins of the building that collapsed long ago. From this masonry structure, it can be seen how rich Hamlet was back then, and even remote places were built with this kind of material.

"It can be seen from these torch holders that there should be personnel stationed here at night, or to facilitate people traveling on this road at night, or to have a military role."

He lifted up the overturned torch stand, which was actually a wooden pole, and then used iron bars to prop up a small stand on top. After inspection, he found nothing good, just some black marks from the smoke and fire.

However, I found a few torches from that time nearby. Because they were coated with resin, they did not rot and were preserved.

"Let's camp here tonight."

Although the building collapsed, there is no mud or weeds on the ground because of the foundation. It only needs a little clearing of dead leaves to find a good place.

Relying on the remaining masonry walls to provide some protection, it can also have some protection in the event of sudden situations.

It doesn't matter to him, but he needs to take care of the others in the team.

Soon the tent was set up, the campfire was raised, and the iron pot was boiling hot water.

As everyone sat around, their tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

After a day of searching and trekking, not to mention the people, even the energetic Wang Cai was lying next to Lance unwilling to move.

However, everyone's mood did not improve because of the rest. On the contrary, they felt disappointed and pessimistic.

Boudica thought there would be many battles and powerful enemies.

Paracelsus thought that there was a lot of material for his research.

William originally thought he could do something with the power of himself and Figus to practice justice.

But one day passed.

Nothing was discovered for the whole day, and there was no battle. This situation was a fatal blow to this new team that had not gone through much training. The atmosphere began to become depressing as everyone sat in silence.

The psychological gap caused an inexplicable increase in everyone's pressure. Even Lance, who had the best mentality, couldn't help but feel stressed.

He needs to stabilize the team, and he also needs to know what the ancestor wants to do, and there is pressure on him from both inside and outside.

But there wasn't much he could do. He just silently added ingredients to the pot and stirred the thick soup in the iron pot.

They added potato, carrot and vegetable soup with soft white bread, and the chicken that was killed today was marinated with spices and roasted on the fire. The happiness brought by fat and carbon water finally relieved their pressure a little.

Even Feiges and Wangcai each have their own roast chicken.

"Boss, what you did is really good!" Boudica didn't eat a lot, but she ate more because she was in a bad mood, and used her emotions to deal with the roast chicken.

"Of course, the roasted chicken is also carefully prepared. The blood is bled, the glands are removed, then marinated with spices, and onions are stuffed into the belly..."

Lance doesn't dare to think that he is superior to others, but when it comes to food, I'm afraid the Emperor of the Empire is not as delicious as he has eaten. The food in this world is too bad. I will wait until I find time to make some sauces and discover something. Just bring the spices.

Finding the starting point of the topic, Lance directly talked about the hard dishes he had eaten in his previous life. He talked about the color, flavor and shape, and successfully diverted everyone's attention. Today's failure was no longer in his mind, but It became the imaginary delicacy.

I only had one motivational speech when I entered the wilderness, and it had a very good effect on improving morale. Although it might be useful if it were given again at this time, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.

And they are all ready to rest. If you come here, it will be useless to cheer up. On the contrary, it will give them nowhere to vent and make it difficult to sleep. It will be counterproductive to kill their spirit. It will be difficult to use the same method to relieve stress and improve morale in the future.

But now, Lance used food to satisfy the most primitive human desires, and then used food topics to divert their attention, making the atmosphere relax.

After being satisfied, the team's status finally improved a little. At least they started talking, and the depressing atmosphere was relieved.

"I will keep vigil tonight. You can rest early after eating."

Naturally, you need to sleep when you are full and warm. Only by getting a good rest can the team's condition improve, but Lance doesn't care. Not sleeping for three to five days makes no difference to him. This is extraordinary power.

Late at night, several other people entered the simple tent to rest, but Lance was still sitting by the campfire, writing something with the help of the firelight.

This is the real reason why he keeps vigil. He is writing teaching materials.

About one-third of those who were brought back were children under the age of sixteen. Lance didn't care much about those adults, as long as they worked honestly and contributed to Hamlet.

But not those children. He must interfere with their growth and plant the seeds of Hamlet in them, so teaching materials become particularly important.

First, get the basic literacy textbooks out, and then slowly collect and organize the rest, such as history, geography, mathematics...

That is to say, he grew up in an intellectual family, and he was a top student himself. In addition, he received higher education in his previous life, otherwise he would really not be able to handle these things.

Lance is not a big philanthropist. He subsidizes education just like the church, in order to control their thoughts.

Most of these children can only read and then become farmers, soldiers, and craftsmen to contribute to Hamlet.

Only those who truly show talent can enter into deeper learning, gain access to deeper knowledge, and receive better training.

But just as Lance was compiling forgetfully, there was movement from Paracelsus' tent that caught his attention, and he saw the doctor who was fully dressed but had taken off his mask walking out.

Lance noticed her slightly embarrassed face and probably guessed what it was about. People have three urgent needs, but it's not something that cannot be said.

"No need to wake her up, I'll stay with you."

You can't be alone in the wild at any time, and you have to go with someone even if it's convenient. William has Figs, and Lance has a lot of money. During the day, Boudica partnered with her, but now it's a little awkward. .

Hearing these words, even Paracelsus's cold personality couldn't help but feel nervous.

"How about I ask Wangcai to follow you?" Lance raised his hand to wake up Wangcai who was lying next to him.

Wangcai, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up. He raised his head and glanced at Paracelsus. Without moving his body, he turned around and lay back.

It is very unhappy with everyone except Lance, and it is considered honest if it does not attack.

"Let's go, it's time for me to do some exercise." Lance reluctantly stood up, he was indeed tired after sitting for so long.

Paracelsus had no choice but to follow directly out of the ruins of a nearby building. Without the light brought by the bonfire, darkness swallowed the two of them.

"Just here, I can't see it at night."

"Stay away~" Paracelsus asked in a low voice, worried that her voice would be heard by others.

Lance couldn't see her face clearly in the darkness, but he still couldn't help but warn her.

"I said don't keep yourself away from your companions in the wilderness. I need the camp to be within my sight." Lance turned around and waited for her to finish, still thinking about the teaching materials.

Paracelsus couldn't care less. If he really could bear it, he wouldn't get up. He hurriedly knelt down and planned to finish the matter quickly.

"You have to talk to me to know you're okay."

Paracelsus was originally too nervous to let go. After hearing these words, he felt resentful in his heart and did not answer.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound behind him. This situation made Lance come back to his senses, turned around and opened his spiritual vision, and the world became black and white.

But this time, he suddenly raised his head as if he noticed something, and saw slender limbs emitting spiritual fluorescence in his sight.

Night attack!

The crossbow appeared out of thin air in his hand. He raised his hand to load the crossbow. Without any hesitation, he shot towards Paracelsus' head. However, this time he missed, and instead penetrated directly into the trees, causing a slight tremor.

Lance's sudden movement startled her. She was already mentally nervous, but the sound of running water came directly from the tremor, and her whole body relaxed.

But Lance couldn't care so much. The second crossbow arrow had been loaded and he raised his hand to shoot.

I heard a muffled sound that was different from before. I didn't know what was shot. At the same time, there was a fierce struggle above the tree crown, like something slapping across the bark of the tree.

It was only at this time that Paracelsus realized that there was really something on his head just now, and quickly cleaned up.

And the flame-shaped dagger was also pulled out and held in his hand.

But when she looked up, all she saw was darkness, and the sounds just now subsided.

"What is it?"

She just asked, but she only saw a solemn expression on Lance's face, and whispered: "Wait a minute, if I tell you to run, just run back, you know, don't look back~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lance pushed her away with one hand and gave a low drink at the same time.

"Walk!"

The crossbow in his hand was taken back, and he took out the Giant Killer and blocked it in front of him instead of rushing forward.

Paracelsus didn't know why, but he turned around and ran back instinctively. Hearing the soft rustling sound coming from behind, fortunately, he resisted the desire to look back and accelerated towards the camp.

But when she returned to the edge of the bonfire, she couldn't help but look back. In the light of the fire, she saw what was behind her.

It was a giant spider that was as tall as half a man, with eight single eyes of different sizes on its head emitting a dark red luster. Its mouthparts were a pair of thick and protruding chelicerae, and four pairs of slender limbs that looked like they were wearing black armor. The ends looked like It's like a spike, and its fat belly is covered with dark red hairs like steel needles.

There is another kind of giant spider with a circle of spikes on the edge of its abdomen. The hairs are dark green, and its mouthparts are two pairs of large and small chelicerae.

Why are there such big spiders in the world?

What's even more terrifying is that there is not just one, but three coming one after another. As for the figure of the lord, he disappeared into the darkness and did not follow.

What about him?

I couldn't see that figure, and I didn't know why I felt a little panicked in my heart.

However, the enemy would not wait for her. As soon as she paused, she was attacked by the spiders. One of them shot out a thick white stream when it raised its butt.

"Ouch!"

A wolf howled, and Paracelsus reacted and wanted to avoid it, but he never thought that after the thing came into contact with the air, it was thrown away by the wind and the area was increased in vain, covering it like a white cloth.

Even though she didn't move slowly, she still couldn't help but get some on her body. Only then did she realize that the stuff was extremely sticky and tough, and the dagger in her hand stuck to it when she tried to cut it off.

At this time, the giant spiders jumped directly over, showing agility that was inconsistent with their huge bodies. The chelicerae in their mouths trembled as if they were eager to enjoy a feast.

A Bai Lian flew out, completely unafraid of the giant spider's ferocious face. Wangcai showed his innate talent and directly bit the giant spider's forefoot to interrupt its attack.

The two fell to the ground, and the pain caused the giant spider to struggle wildly. The remaining limbs were raised high, ready to stab down in the next second.

But Wangcai was not a vegetarian. He bared his teeth and exerted force, and the hard carapace on his limbs made a clear cracking sound like potato chips. He shook his head as hard as he could, and actually tore off the severed limb.

But for the giant spider with four pairs of pointed legs, this limb was insignificant. The two separated and started fighting again the next second.

But the other two went to Paracelsus...

"Waaagh!!!"

With a war cry, Boudica rushed out. The halberd in his hand went up and struck the giant spider on the head. The green giant spider gave up the attack and moved quickly with the support of its eight legs, directly dodging the blow.

But it had no intention of retreating. It opened its mouth and opened its two pairs of chelicerae to spit out dark green unknown liquid towards Boudica.

What is her strength? Naturally, it was impossible to be hit. He dodged with his strong body, then raised his halberd and rushed forward, not giving the giant spider a chance to distance itself.

For Boudica, who grew up in the mountains and forests, any spider, no matter how big it grows, is still a spider and can just be chopped to death.

On the other side, Paracelsus finally broke the adhering spider silk, but her strength was good enough to deal with ordinary people. To deal with this kind of inhuman monster, the dagger in her hand was not much longer than other people's chelicerae.

"Woof!"

There was a bark, and Figgus also rushed forward, while William, who picked up his baton, followed behind.

Two people and one dog surrounded the giant spider.

Boudica figured out the attack method of the giant spider in a few simple strokes. When approaching, it would use its stinging legs to immobilize the prey and bite it, or it could move away to spit out venom or something else.

But it doesn't matter to her anymore.

The halberd struck down on the head and opened the giant spider's mouth. Slurries of different colors splashed on the ground.

Wangcai stepped back, and at the same time tore off another piece from the giant spider. However, its body was also scratched by the stinging feet. Fortunately, its thick fur did not allow the attack to penetrate deeply, but the blood dyed the snow-white fur red.

It just didn't care about this minor injury at all. On the contrary, it became more and more excited, and its offensive movements became more proficient, with a certain amount of advance and retreat. The giant spider couldn't even escape and died in its mouth.

On the other side, Boudicca also went up to rescue the siege and hacked the remaining giant spider to death. At this time, she spoke directly to Paracelsus. Looking at the halberd in her hand, it was obvious that her attitude was not friendly.

"Where's the boss?"

After hearing this, William also reacted and couldn't help but look over.

The night attack had just been overcome, but this problem directly put the team on the verge of collapse.