43: Chapter 33 Conditions (4k) 43: Chapter 33 Conditions (4k) The Mist Forest is vast and boundless, with rich magic power in the air, nurturing countless creatures in this mysterious land filled with dense forests and shrubs.

Four Rusted Monsters, five adventurers, a tense and fierce battle that could decide life and death.

Within the entire forest, it’s just one of the countless daily occurrences of predation and survival, the cycle of eat and be eaten.

The campfire flickered.

The orange-red flames seemed to merge with the night, transforming into a misty fog that swirled around, drifting leisurely in the air.

After the battle, Xia Nan and the others hurriedly packed their belongings.

Under Wood’s command, they quickly relocated the camp before the sun completely set beyond the horizon.

“Hiss!

Gently, gently.”

Larry’s forehead was covered in sweat.

With Doris’s help, he carefully unwrapped the temporary bandage hastily tied around his arm.

The poison of the Rusted Monster is the bane of metal equipment; even a few faint drops, if left untreated, are enough to corrode a large indentation as if ants were building a nest.

When it comes to the human body, its toxicity is much lighter.

Much like a burn, it’s a searing pain but not fatal.

Facing Larry’s exaggerated reactions, as if he had suffered a major injury, Doris, though showing distaste and muttering complaints, still carefully helped him change the dressing.

In the center of the camp, the Half Elf was discussing tomorrow’s itinerary in low voices with his guard.

The atmosphere between them was no longer silent, and the previous conflicts seemed forgotten with the end of the battle.

Xia Nan still sat alone, leaning against the tree trunk by the campfire.

However, at this moment, he was not maintaining the gleaming Beheading Longsword at his side.

Instead, he was intently roasting the jerky in front of him.

After a day full of hardships, he needed to replenish his strength by eating.

As a Newbie Adventurer who hadn’t completed many tasks, at the very bottom tier.

Even though, due to the modern societal values of his previous life and a once decent family wealth, he was willing to spend a few extra coins on supplies.

What he brought along was merely a stack of hard black bread, several pieces of smoked meat, two strips of overly salty dried fish, and some other miscellaneous foods—a total enough for about five days.

It’s not that Xia Nan was particularly stingy in this regard; it’s just that the environment of the Mist Forest is unique, where fresh food spoils much faster than usual.

Originally, thinking he would just gather some Firefly Garlic Vine and spend at most a night outside, he followed the adventurer’s manual’s suggestions and made a simple purchase at the grocer with a checklist.

Looking back now, perhaps he should have spent a few more silver coins to see if there were other foods worth bringing.

Xia Nan sliced the heated smoked meat with a dagger and put it in his mouth.

“Hmm…

at least it’s hot.”

Feeling the indescribable strange taste in his mouth, he comforted himself in his heart.

Yet he couldn’t help but recall the extravagant meal he enjoyed a few days ago at the White Sparrow Tavern, which cost him a hefty sum of 3 silver coins.

“That bowl of mushroom soup was really good.”

He subconsciously clicked his tongue.

Speaking of which, although he hadn’t seen one yet, there must be real Mages in this world.

Maybe there are items like “Space Ring” or “Magic Storage”.

If he could get something like that in the future, it would not only make carrying supplies easier, but trophies like today’s “Rusted Monster Shell” could also be easily brought back to town.

Thinking of this, Xia Nan suddenly chuckled self-mockingly.

Feeling like the protagonist in the old joke “The Emperor’s Golden Hoe” from his previous life.

“Xia Nan?

What are you thinking about?”

A deliberately lowered voice called by his ear.

Xia Nan came back to himself and looked over, only to see that Larry, having changed his dressing, had unknowingly come over to his side.

He was holding a small basket in his hand.

“Here, this is for you.”

Before he could respond, the basket was forcibly stuffed into his arms.

With a quick glance, he saw a small glass jar in the basket the size of his palm and several packages covered with fine cloth.

“Double Needle Bee honey, I bought it at the ‘Elf Leaf’ bakery.

It’s very famous, give it a try.”

Larry pointed to the glass jar filled with golden thick liquid in the basket, his animated expression resembling a live-stream salesperson from his past life.

“And these pieces of goat cheese are made by Doris’s family.

They taste great, especially paired with jerky.

Tsk, that flavor…”