"Little boy, this word is..."
During nighttime in the deep forest, John began to teach Parr the Kingdom's language. The teachings were based on the beast slaughtering manual worth 100 gold coins since the book used the language of the Wind Wolf Kingdom.
"Yes, I'll remember it."
Parr studied very seriously. Since Parr had already grasped the Wind Wolf Kingdom language basics, his learning speed was fast.
…
"Let's go!"
At dawn the next day, when the sun had just risen, the two of them set off on their journey again. There was nothing much to say between them. A long journey was bound to be boring.
As time passed, the scenery slowly became familiar. Parr lost his interest in looking around. Instead, he followed behind John, thinking about catching a rabbit. Parr did not feel the passage of time. The sun rose above his head, and it was already noon.
"Let's rest here!"
John found a small clearing in the forest again and began eating and resting.
"Rabbit! I'm here again!"
Parr picked himself up after casually eating and rushed into the grass. He was not in the mood to eat much. All he wanted to do was to catch the slippery rabbit.
"Hahaha."
After finishing his food, John continued to watch Parr's performance. He would laugh out loud, almost cheering loudly from time to time.
…
The third battle between the Parr and the rabbit began.
This time, Parr's train of thought was very clear. 'I can't pounce anymore. I have to think of a way to make the rabbit jump. It can't do much in the air, so that is the best time to attack. I just have to be careful. The direction of the rabbit's jump is very random. This is truly training for reaction speed! Uncle John really didn't tell me earlier. Otherwise, I would have eaten roasted rabbit meat yesterday.'
With a clear train of thought, Parr began to move. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings. Once again, he found a gray rabbit. He didn't know why such a suicidal species hadn't gone extinct yet. Could it be because they were born in large numbers?
Rustle!
Parr slowly approached it. When he was close to a certain distance, he suddenly took a few big steps forward, wanting to stimulate the rabbit to jump up.
However…
"D*mned rabbit! Stop right there!"
The rabbit looked at Parr with disdain, then turned around and skipped away. Parr, who did not jump, felt that his IQ had been humiliated like never before. He became angry and chased after it again.
Huff!
"No! This rabbit can't lead me by the nose. I have to calm down."
Parr took a few breaths and calmed down. He stood where he was and thought for a moment.
Claps!
"I got it!"
Parr had an idea and clapped his hands. He found the stupid rabbit in the grass and quietly approached it.
"Hey!"
With a low shout, Parr pounced over, and the rabbit jumped up high. At this moment, Parr raised his foot and stomped on the ground, stopping forcefully. It turned out that he was merely taunting.
"Let's see where you can run to this time!"
Parr raised his head to look at the jumping rabbit and reached out his hands to grab it.
It was close. Parr was close to victory!
Squeak!
The rabbit had obviously noticed this, but it did not panic. It even wanted to laugh. As an experienced rabbit, it is well versed in the art of surviving.
Just as Parr was about to grab the rabbit, it twisted its big ears and forcefully changed the direction of its fall. Then, it kicked Parr's hand, using it as leverage, and jumped into the distance before landing in the grass.
"Ouch!"
Parr held his hand, which was red from the kick, and winced in pain. However, he was not discouraged. He was one step away from success this time, and he would definitely succeed next time!
However, the fact is, Parr has still not succeeded. This time, he met a real opponent, an experienced rabbit. No matter what tricks Parr used, the rabbit saw through it. Its jumping movements were untraceable. Parr almost caught it several times, but the rabbit's ears foiled his plans. The rabbit would use its ears to change its direction, making Parr return empty-handed. It even managed to kick Parr several times, displaying its arrogance.
"D*mn rabbit!"
"Little boy, let's go."
…
The next part of the journey was boring. However, when it was close to evening, John suddenly stopped.
"Uncle John, what's wrong? Are we resting here today?" Parr stopped and looked around. There was no open space in the forest nearby!
"No."
John shook his head and moved aside. He pointed at the messy grass in front of him and said,
"Little boy, look over there."
"Oh?"
Parr focused his eyes and was immediately shocked. A person was lying there! A dead body whose corpse already went dry!
"Uncle John..."
"Let's go take a look."
John raised his hand to stop Parr's words and walked over. Parr hurriedly followed. Along the way, his big eyes scanned the surroundings to prevent any danger from approaching.
"It's a Knight of the Church."
The two of them came to the corpse. John recognized this person at a glance. He pointed at the broken white armor on the body and said,
"Knights of the Church only wear this type of light armor. It is used because it is convenient to move around in the city."
"Okay."
Parr was not afraid. He had killed so many zombies. Thus a corpse was not enough to scare him. But why was there a corpse of a Knight of the Church here?
"He must have been killed by the two cultists who appeared in Haystack Village."
Without waiting for Parr's question, John answered. He and Parr thought the same thing. Then, he squatted in front of the corpse and examined it while saying,
"The dense death element corroded this corpse. Using the death element to erode a person's body is a trademark of the Death Cult. He should have tracked the two cultists here. In other words, he is a Knight of the Church in Bluestone City."
"..."
Looking at the corpse, Parr shivered. He thought about the gray fog that previously absorbed his physical and mental strength. He could have easily become like this too.
"It's too dangerous."
Parr muttered to himself with some lingering fear. Then, he saw John standing up and clapping his hands.
"He did not die here."
…
Parr and John realized that where they found the corpse was indeed not the main battlefield. They took more than ten steps forward and pushed aside the grass that blocked their way. Then, they saw an area in front where the trees had collapsed, and the green grass had withered. There, two black-robed corpses lay on the ground. Through the black robes, Parr could see that the skin of the two corpses was bronze in color.
"Bronze-level zombies!"
Parr could not help but exclaim. He did not expect that two Bronze-level zombies would have been killed. Could the dead Knight have killed them? That would mean the Knight was as strong as John.
John examined the black-robed corpses. His face revealed a surprised expression. "I didn't expect it! That cultist actually had four Bronze-level zombies. If these zombies were here at that time, it would have been a bitter battle with an unknown outcome."
After saying that, John turned to look at Parr and raised his hand to pat Parr's head.
"Boy, your village was fortunate. If the dead Knight hadn't killed these two Bronze-level zombies, you might have already died. You know what to do now, right?"
"Yes."
Parr nodded and turned around to walk towards the Knight's corpse behind him.
"Uncle John, I'm going to cremate him and send him back to the Church in Bluestone City."
"Good boy!"
John revealed a satisfied smile on his face. Then, he followed Parr.
"Let me help you."
…
Hardwoods and oil woods were most commonly found in the deep forest. On the other hand, ironwoods and other trees were rare. With John's help, Parr gathered enough oil woods to cremate the corpse very soon. He also witnessed John use his Battle Qi to dry up the wood.
Oil wood could only be used when it was dried. John's Battle Qi saved Parr a lot of effort. Otherwise, Parr could only use dry branches.
Whoosh!
In the evening, thick smoke rose from the open space formed by the battle between the Knight and the cultists. Parr and John stood by the side and watched quietly.
Suddenly, John said, "Little boy, if one day I die in the hands of the cultists like this brave Knight, you have to collect my corpse too!"
"Okay."
Parr nodded seriously. He would definitely collect John's body.
"Uncle John, if you die, I will avenge you. If you have a family, I will take good care of them for you."
"Silly boy!"
Parr's serious look amused John. He raised his hand and gently slapped the back of Parr's head. He said in a bad mood, "You brat, are you so eager for me to die?"
"Didn't you say..."
…
After the cremation, Parr collected the ashes of the Knight, put them together with his light armor and some personal items that the Knight wore, and wrapped them up into a small package.
Crackle!
It was already late. John and Parr did not continue their journey. Instead, they built a fire to rest and ate some dry food. Tonight, Parr was not in the mood to catch rabbits. He just stared blankly at the fire in a daze, thinking about that dead Knight. What made him chase from Bluestone territory to White Deer territory all by himself? And what made him not retreat even when he knew he was going to die? Did he continue to fight even until his death?
"D*mn cultists!"
Suddenly, John's loud cursing attracted Parr's attention. He turned his head around and saw John holding a small notebook waving his arms with an angry expression, cursing the cultists.
"Uncle John, what's wrong?"
"Little boy, come and take a look. This is the diary of the Knight."
John flipped the notebook to a particular page and handed it to Parr. He pointed at the words on it and snarled.
"Here, the Knight said that he discovered traces of the cultists by accident. Because of the urgency of the matter, he didn't have time to inform the Church in Bluestone City personally, so he asked the Vice-captain of the patrol team in Bluestone City on the way to inform them on his behalf. But..."
As he spoke, John took out another small notebook from his pocket. This was the list of the cultists of the Death Cult in Bluestone City that he found on the black-robed man he killed.
"The Vice-captain named Massey is a cultist in disguise."
"That's why the Knight didn't receive any support." Parr continued John's unfinished words, and his face also showed anger.
"I must kill that Vice-captain!"