When you leave the crypt, the sun outside is just right. Atta low body confirmed that no one around her noticed her for a few seconds before carefully running behind the bush. On the leaves beside her, a ladybug just climbed to the tip of the leaf. Several originally quarreling birds stopped quarrelling and turned their eyes to the ladybug. On the grass leaves, the green insect with a cutter in its mouth was cutting the leaves to make its own nest.

    The vitality of life overflows in this man-made courtyard. Even if you just breathe a few mouthfuls of air here, you can feel the joy of living. It makes people completely unaware of what kind of drama is going on here and how many actors are going to end here.

    The good mother of childbirth and the cold-blooded mother of destruction are like two sides of a coin. The earth that grows creatures also needs to absorb the dead creatures as nourishment, germination, growth, flowering, fruiting, falling and withering.

    Life is not a single upward, more like a cycle, a circle, but for individuals, it is not a good thing to finish this circle. People all hope that life will be longer and better become a straight line that will last forever.

    Is that a good thing? The so-called life should not continue indefinitely. Is it the comfort of the race limited by life? But for a race with limited life, the so-called infinite life is impossible to imagine.

    Atta''s life span as a human being is less than one year. Her body is not aging, but it has been vaguely revealing some signs. Every day, she feels that some things in her body are passing. If her body is a bottle, she has seen the bottom.

    Some growing irritability grows in the empty bottle. They can''t affect atta at ordinary times, but whenever she experiences intense emotional fluctuations, that anxiety and panic will secretly control her thoughts. It''s the pain of dying soon, and it''s the sadness that knows that time is running out. It can''t be eliminated, ignored, and unwilling to coexist peacefully with atta.

    The thick green in front of him calmed the boredom in his heart. Atta took a few deep breaths and slowly recovered his usual state of mind. She didn''t know what affected her, pressure, responsibility or something else.

    Anyway, now she can''t make mistakes for her own reasons, at least she can''t make big mistakes. The top priority is to find two clothes for the goblins to disguise and find others who may help them.

    "Meow!"

    Atta was startled by the sudden cat cry and immediately looked at the source of the sound. I saw a flower cat intercepting the bird from the air and pressing it on the grass with its claws to eat it.

    Judging from the color of the cat''s fur and the long hair protruding slightly from its pointed ears, it should have nothing to do with Kalas. Atta''s goblin vision didn''t see the colors of his peers. It was just a wild cat.

    What about Kellas? Hasn''t he found me yet? Or is it that he is performing other tasks and has no time to come to me? No, even if I don''t rely on him, I can and must do those things.

    Atta shook her head and reconfirmed her position. She was not reckless enough to rob other people''s clothes in broad daylight. Besides, it would soon arouse suspicion. Therefore, if you want clothes, you must take them skillfully. It''s best that you don''t even realize the owner himself.

    So where are the clothes lost and the owner won''t know? In the dormitory area, even if a few clothes are missing, they will not be found immediately.

    After paying attention, atta began to look for the direction of the target. Where will the dormitory area be? It should be the place with the heaviest fireworks. On this thought, she also felt some hunger in her stomach. Obviously, she was not in the environment of grassland, but she had to eat hard to swallow wild fruits and plant roots. Maybe it would be a good choice to find a place to eat first?

    No, it''s still important to find clothes. Atta thought, stepping forward and carefully starting to move. She has rich experience in field life. Although she can''t compare with the most sophisticated hunter or ranger in the forest, she can still avoid disturbing the surrounding wild animals or making obvious noises.

    What she didn''t notice was that the flower cat that killed the bird didn''t enjoy its prey. The cat stared at atta''s far away back and licked the hair on its front paws.

    The cat shook its ears, turned and threw down its prey and walked in a certain direction. But it didn''t take a few steps, but the vine hidden in the fallen leaves and weeds suddenly attacked and grabbed the hunter''s hind foot!

    The flower cat wanted to struggle, but a palm composed of trees and vines pinched its throat and blocked its howling in its mouth. The sharp claws left traces on the rattan in vain, but the owner of the rattan was unaware of the pain.

    "Master''s, running dog."

    It''s somewhat unfair to say so. After all, it''s not a dog, but a cat. Of course, for rattan, there may be no difference between cat and dog. The vine stretched into the cat''s toothy mouth and disintegrated it from the inside.

    So the flower cat soon stopped struggling, the soft hair turned to ashes, the body gradually atrophied and evaporated, and finally there was only a piece of skin, a few teeth and a small piece of red opal.

    The female swordsman didn''t know anything about what happened behind her. She was still moving forward in the artificial forest, carefully avoiding every sight. However, she may have been worried that the continuous night clearing of goblins is not without cost. Recently, the courses of life school will be subtly delayed, and the apprentices are naturally happy to enjoy more time lying on their beds.

    Only a few apprentices who left the dormitory early for personal reasons strolled in a very scattered way in a quiet area. Even they, in accordance with the teacher''s requirements, avoided the woods far away. The green that once made them proud has now become strange and dangerous.

    Under such circumstances, atta''s exploration is unimpeded. She can smell the smell of bread in the air, and if she can find the canteen, she can naturally find the dormitory.

    The female swordsman''s stomach began to shrink and suggested to the brain to change the priority of the target. She had to steal it anyway. It shouldn''t affect to get two pieces of bread first. But just as she was about to step out of the garden and into the shadow of the building, a cold hand covered her mouth from behind.

    “！”

    Atta is not a flower cat. She is a hundred times more dangerous than a cat. At the moment of feeling, she finished retreating and hit the attacker with her slightly tilted back shoulder.

    The touch from her shoulders was hard and a little wet. It was not the touch of flesh or armor. It was like she hit a small tree.

    "Shh, I''m not your enemy. Go further and you''ll be caught." The sound with a strong earthy smell came from my ears, slightly familiar.

    "Denia?" Atta immediately thought of the tree demon they met the night they first came to the school of life, the tree demon who attacked cheese.

    "Someone called me that, but now is not the time to discuss the appellation. Go behind me and someone is coming."

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