The fortune teller has co to see several tis since then.
Talk to , give a degraded version of the potion.
They also shared the food with .
In the anti, my environnt is getting worse and worse.
A year after that day, I couldn't get into my room.
Sad and crying, I threw the cup that was on my desk towards my mother.
After that, my father beat many tis and experienced pain I had never felt before.
My mother never stopped my father.
It's a degraded version but the potion helped.
I was sad to see more scars, but not tears.
When I began to live hidden in the woods, I was horrified by strange things.
I thought I didn't want to see anyone, so I honed my hiding skills from then on.
I just honed the technology so I wouldn't find it.
In the anti, I read the book many tis and tap it into my head.
dicinal herbs that beco edible nuts, poisonous grasses, and dicines.
Each trait beca distinguishable by rembering it.
This manages to make life in the woods a little safer.
I also rember eating poisonous grass incorrectly and suffering.
In addition to the two books, there were also books on how to catch prey in traps.
Practice by rembering the traps you can make yourself.
I failed a few tis, but I was able to catch my prey.
During the demolition, I feel like I scread before, but it must be my fault.
For the first ti in a long ti, I got a little excited about the at.
Three years.
I think I've gained a lot of strength.
I could run in the woods for a long ti.
A small prey, but also an increased chance of being caught.
I can also use dicinal herbs to handle wounds.
Life in the woods is going well.
……
Sothing bothered , so I get out of the woods for a while and go to the village settlent.
... I look surprised that they thought I was dead.
Will he die?
What bothers is the fortune teller.
He ca to see every two weeks, but I haven't seen him in about a month.
Did sothing happen?
There was no one in the fortune teller's house.
I get anxious about what's going on.
Hissing in the back, I hear voices.
If I clear my ears, I hear a slight talk.
My chest hurts like it was grabbed by the content of the story.
... ran off the spot and fled to the woods.
……
The fortune teller was dead.
I heard you stuck a cold.
If the mayor had the potion, he could have cured it.
But... the village chief refuses to be treated with potions.
It seems I have the cause.
The fortune-teller who did good was apparently smoked out of the village.
I didn't know.
Because of ......
Return to the hidden residence.
I don't feel like doing anything.
I was sad, but for so reason, I didn't cry.
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