Bidding farewell to Philin, Otto rode that date-red horse, embarking alone on the long and distant road to Wales.
I must say, traveling in medieval Europe was simply an ultimate test of human luck.
Without the knowledge base of the previous civilization stored in the Void Archives as a geographical reference, coupled with occasional directional prompts from the system, Otto felt that by now he would most likely have run off to the Atlantic Ocean to feed the fish.
You must know that before the popularization of navigation technology in the twentieth century, anyone in ancient or modern times, at home or abroad, who went out without a guide basically relied entirely on metaphysics for directions.
Take 202 BC for example, Xiang Yu was chased by the massive army of Liu Bang, and when he fled to Gaixia, he got lost and asked an old farmer on the roadside for directions.
That old man pointed casually and said the words “Go this way,” resulting in Xiang Yu getting lost, and the dignified Hegemon-King of Western Chu thus met his end just like that.
In 1815 AD, during the Battle of Waterloo, the French army got lost at a critical moment simply because of two old men giving directions, resulting in the Prussian reinforcements arriving a step earlier, and Napoleon the overlord of a generation thus met his end at Waterloo.
Traveling in ancient times really could only rely on locals pointing the way, and getting lost in deep mountains and old forests is very dangerous even in modern times.
To put it dangerously, one might meet God; to put it broadly, one might first become doujin material before meeting God.
With the dual navigation of the system and the Divine Key, the journey of Otto was entirely without pressure.
By the afternoon, Otto was riding on horseback on his way, when a loud shout suddenly came from the dirt roadside not far ahead.
“Hey!
That person in front!
Stop quickly!”
Otto reined in his horse with some puzzlement.
He turned his head to look and saw a traveler carrying a pack standing by the road.
This person happened to have refined facial features, a head of black hair paired with a pair of azure-blue eyes, looking quite spirited.
“My friend, what is the matter?” Otto sat on horseback, wearing a smile and asking in a gentle tone.
That black-haired traveler had originally wanted to loudly warn about something, but when he raised his head and clearly saw the face of Otto on horseback, his entire person instantly stood frozen in place as if cast with a body-immobilization spell.
The eyes of the traveler grew wider and wider.
Good heavens!
What on earth is the background of this youth in front of him?
This celestial-like appearance, this noble temperament exuding from all over his body, this suit of purple gorgeous attire that even a lord might not be able to afford to wear!
This youth looked simply a hundred times more awesome than all the major lords he had seen before!
Otto was stared at straight-on by this traveler, and the smile he originally maintained gradually became somewhat stiff.
What is the situation?
Why is the gaze of this brother so fervent?
Although I know that this face of mine right now is indeed peerlessly handsome, we are all grown men after all; this direct gaze of yours makes my heart feel creeped out!
“In this remote wilderness, could I have run into that kind of pervert with a rather special orientation?” Otto spun his brain rapidly.
The medieval social atmosphere was open, and all sorts of kings and emperors were tainted with that aspect of hobbies.
When a boy travels outside, he really must protect himself well!
Just as Otto was secretly vigilant, preparing to pull tarot cards out from his space and divine a hexagram for the other party—”You are bound to meet with bloodshed today”—that traveler finally realized his loss of composure.
“Ah!
Sorry, sorry!
I was really too impolite!” The face of the traveler was completely red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, frantically waving his hands to explain, “I called you to stop because that road ahead cannot be taken!
That place is suspected to be the encampment of Bulimu!”
“Bulimu?” Otto slightly frowned, his face full of puzzlement.
Now it was the traveler’s turn to be puzzled.
He widened his eyes looking at Otto, muttering inwardly: What is going on?
Nowadays, do these great nobles who come out to travel not even look at bounty wanted posters when they go out?
“Bulimu is a minor leader of the Saxon barbarians!” Fear was evident in the tone of the traveler, “This fellow leads a bunch of barbarians in all kinds of arson, murder, and looting nearby, and he is extremely cunning.
Even the army of the lord has been dispatched several times and failed to catch him!
His head is worth a full twenty gold coins at the office of the sheriff!
It is super dangerous!
If you want to continue your journey, I strongly suggest you take another road!”
At this time, the system quest in the mind of Otto also arrived.
[Ding!
Side quest triggered: The Hunt Begins]
[Quest Details: As a legendary figure destined to shake the continent in the future, how can you let go of this excellent opportunity to farm prestige and gold coins?
Go!
Make those barbarians experience what a dimensional reduction strike is called!
For the people!
For peace!]
[Quest Reward: 800 gold coins.]
“Good fellow, eight hundred—” Otto was secretly startled in his heart; the gold coins for the recent few quests have been quite plentiful.
Furthermore, he was just worrying about having nowhere to go and do an earth-shattering big event.
Single-handedly wiping out a bandit lair that even the regular army found a headache would both complete the previous inheritance quest and earn a huge profit.
“Thank you for your reminder!” Otto chuckled lightly.
Not only did he not turn his horse around, but instead he gently flicked the reins, letting the horse resume its steps, “Then farewell, this enthusiastic bard!”
Seeing that Otto was not only not afraid, but instead accelerated toward the bandit lair, the traveler stamped his feet in anxiety and shouted loudly from behind:
“Hey!
Are you crazy?
Also, I am not some bard!
I am an adventurer!
My name is Pheromone!”
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
Otto did not look back.
Facing the breeze, he shouted unrestrainedly toward the rear with an even louder voice:
“Since you are an adventurer, Pheromone!
Then tomorrow, you will hear a legendary name—his name is Otto Apocalypse!”
…
Bidding farewell to Pheromone, Otto walked and stopped all the way until night completely fell and the surroundings plunged into pitch-black darkness where one could not see their own fingers.
Suddenly, some faint commotion came from ahead.
Otto immediately dismounted, led the date-red horse into a secluded woods by the main road, and tied it securely with a rope.
Having finished these, his mind stirred, and he took out that platinum ring Green Brilliance and the false face gloves from the system space.
Looking at the ring in his hand, Otto hesitated for a moment.
Putting this gadget on could heal injuries, but that side effect of “attracting mosquitoes” was simply fatal in the summer wilderness.
“Better tuck it into my pants pocket first, and put it on when I actually get injured.
Otherwise, before I even touch the bandit lair, I will have half a tube of blood sucked away by mosquitoes.” Otto decisively stuffed the Green Brilliance ring into his pocket.
Subsequently, he put the false face gloves on his left hand.
The leather on the back of the hand twitched slightly like a worm, and immediately after, Otto clearly felt that his body instantly became much lighter.
Afterward, making use of the faint moonlight, he walked a bit closer forward.
Parting the grass, a village that did not look very large appeared before his eyes.
However, the village right now long lost the traces of its original villagers, replaced instead by a group of crude barbarians draped in animal skins.
On the outer periphery of the village, there were also a dozen or so barbarians holding crude weapons patrolling back and forth, all of them looking at a glance like raggedly dressed barbarians.
And on the open space right in the middle of the village, a huge bonfire was burning fiercely, illuminating the surrounding dirty and dilapidated wooden sheds.
A large group of barbarians were surrounding the campfire holding a barbaric and frenzied gathering, rudely tearing at half-cooked chunks of meat, occasionally letting out harsh guffaws and weird yells.
At the most prominent position of the gathering, that leader Bulimu, whose physique resembled a black bear and whose face was covered in flesh, was also sitting swaggeringly on an animal skin mat, tearing at beast meat while laughing uninhibitedly.
The gaze of Otto swept across the periphery, then landed on that noisy barbaric gathering in the center.
Tonight, Otto Apocalypse joins the hunt!
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”