Chapter 1105: The Gravekeeper (1400 1600 Supplement)

The night curtain was deep.

Aaron opened his eyes.

His head felt heavy and dizzy; he touched his forehead and found it surprisingly burning hot.

Clearly, he had a fever.

"This Dimensional Reduction... my luck isn't very good."

Lips dry and cracked, limbs weak...

Aaron deeply understood the weakness of this descended body.

And as Aaron began to think, more fragmented memories emerged bit by bit...

The old Gravekeeper had died of old age, and his grave was also in this Graveyard; Zoro had even dug it himself back then.

He was a man in his thirties or forties with brown hair and a hooked nose, currently pounding on the gate frantically: "Open the door, let me in! Open the door!"

Suddenly, the flickering of a few lights caught Aaron's attention.

Fortunately, Aaron was quite accustomed to this; he quickly absorbed and understood the language entirely, then sorted through the other memories of this body.

It had to be said, after breaking into a sweat, he felt the symptoms in his body had improved quite a bit, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Immediately, he picked up the Horse Lantern and began to move slowly through the Graveyard.

When the sky was just beginning to brighten, Aaron walked out of the Gravekeeper's hut.

Aaron, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again: "Can you grave robbers have some professionalism? You're doing this in broad daylight with torches; you're not grave robbers anymore, you're bandits!"

Below was a line of text, the name and dates of birth and death, already mostly worn away.

Aaron gazed at a statue of a veiled woman holding a scythe and muttered to himself.

This was a rather despicable act.

For the other few murder scenes, he followed the same method.

It was evident that the surroundings were taken care of with great care.

This was a public cemetery, and also Zoro's home.

In Aaron's mind, one thought after another emerged.

Aaron only had 1 Lang on him, so he naturally chose to explore an unknown Dimension.

He glanced over, then immediately acted as if nothing had happened, fetched water, washed away the bloodstains on the door, and incidentally turned over the soil to cover the previous bloodstains.

Aaron's eyes lit up: "They should possess certain extraordinary abilities, making it easier to come into contact with this world's extraordinary system..."

"Besides that, even if I were to act as a guide to find that Ghoul, it would be very troublesome!"

"Better to wait slowly until they are satisfied and leave..."

Bang bang!

It was as if it could use a teleportation spell!

"An extraordinary Evil Domain creature that can teleport?"

It was already late at night; no one would come to mourn their relatives.

Aaron looked out through the crack in the door.

"Then I can also go and restore the grave; this way, at least I can hide it for a very long time, perhaps even a lifetime!"

Other than that, the only option was to try his luck and develop an unknown Dimension.

His body was still very weak; he had to pant for a while after walking a few steps.

"Fortunately, the survivors who can live through this shouldn't have poor constitutions; they should be able to endure it, right?"

At least, Aaron remembered that basically no one came to this area to mourn.

"In this era where everyone is illiterate, the old Gravekeeper was also a man with a story... Pity, he's dead."

He wore clothes made of linen, already full of patches and stains.

The soft yet coarse sensation beneath him made him realize that what he was lying on was likely a hard wooden board covered with hay, or the ground.

At the Blood Battle Martial Arts Hall, there were several carefully marked planes that had already been mostly explored and were labeled as suitable for Apprentices to go and train for breakthroughs.

In the darkness, under the moonlight, a vague human figure faintly emerged.

"No wonder those who succeed in Dimensional Reduction can mostly make a breakthrough in the end... After all, they have the resolve to risk their lives..."

Moreover, it was just a transfer of consciousness, which could be completed in the Virtual Universe, which was very convenient.

That was the direction running away from the Graveyard!

The last remaining grave robber immediately changed his escape direction and rushed toward the only conspicuous building—the Gravekeeper's hut!

It could only be vaguely discerned that it was a person named 'Jiar·Bulagansa', as for the dates of birth and death, they were completely blurred.

Aaron murmured.

Therefore, even if robbed, it might be possible to cover it up for a very long time—this was the thinking of those grave robbers.

After all... it, like the Town Mayor, Tax Officer, and Militia Captain in the town, belonged to a 'public office', and there was even a possibility of receiving a salary from the lord!

Just this alone already exceeded ninety-nine percent of the farmers!

Putting the peeled fresh branches into his mouth to chew, he didn't know if it was a psychological illusion, but he felt that all his symptoms had improved a lot.

This world seemed to still be in a stage similar to the European Middle Ages.

Clearly, those few lights might have been brought by the Gravekeeper's mortal enemies—grave robbers.

At this moment, this 'corpse' was dragging Smith, slowly walking into the darkness.

"Green Forest..."

"No... it should be the difference in the basic rules of the Dimension, which requires deletion and modification... If the original body or the Secret Source were here, perhaps I could force it, instantly tampering with the basic rules of a world... which means not adapting myself to the world, but making the world adapt to me! But I cannot do that..."

"Damn it... in ancient times, medicine was scarce; a cold or fever could be fatal..."

At this moment, on the door of the hut, there were still several shocking blood handprints.

But to Aaron's surprise, the figure's back suddenly vanished into the darkness at one moment!

The serfs are ignorant, the lord is Arrogance...

Whoever possesses power is the true powerhouse!

But among the countryside, there are occasionally legends of monsters like hags, water corpses, and ghosts.

"It seems... this world still has supernatural powers after all..."

Rows of tombstones, some lying down and some standing, spread out along the path in an orderly fashion, with no end in sight...

"Ah!"

The old Gravekeeper even cleared a few acres of wheat fields and vegetable patches near the Graveyard.

The ground was covered with dark brown stains of dried blood.

Unfortunately, those cost too much.

In fact, Aaron felt that the Gravekeeper's job, apart from being a bit unlucky, was actually a pretty good profession in this era.

Zoro, Yanan Town, Graveyard...

Several grave robbers scrambled away, shouting words like "mommy," clearly having been terrified.

Aaron observed a moment of silence, picked some fresh flowers, and buried them beside the grave: "Zoro died last night too... From today on, I am Aaron!"

Aaron sighed: "So... have I walked this far without realizing it?"

"Only death is the most fair; it is the final gift time gives to everyone!"

Unfortunately...

Aaron did not force himself to get up, but instead continued lying down.

"However... according to my Spirituality intuition... this should be the most suitable Dimension world for me, right?"

The bitter taste spread in his mouth, and Aaron felt inexplicably sentimental.

Aaron took the things back into the Gravekeeper's hut and decided to boil willow bark water to drink first thing tomorrow morning.

"Witcher?"

At this moment, with a creak, the small wooden door opened.

"Is it... a monster?"

"According to common sense, I should indeed do this... but who knows if the superiors will vent their anger on me?"

The other party had a protruding jaw like a Hyena, abnormally long claws, and was covered in fungus in many places, looking just like a corpse.

"However... I still need to recover my own power."

The Baron of the Lancaster family was a very stingy person who provided very little to the Gravekeeper, and the old Gravekeeper had previously raised a Zoro, so he always had to find a way to subsidize a little.

"After the old Gravekeeper died, Zoro inherited the position of Gravekeeper and continued to be the Gravekeeper in the small town... He had to patrol the several-acre Graveyard every night. The Lamp oil was provided by the local lord. Because the profession was quite unlucky, he hadn't married yet... Uh, although he was only in his twenties, in this ancient, medieval-like world, he definitely counted as an older youth."

Most of the Gravekeeper's work was at night, requiring patrols of the Graveyard to prevent the undead from being disturbed by grave robbers.

He extinguished the Horse Lantern, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and remained dazed for a long time.

Soon, the voice of Smith outside the door changed from cursing to screaming!

Lunch was simple: black bread so hard it could chip teeth. Aaron boiled a pot of water and then put the black bread he had managed to cut into it to boil, only then was it barely edible.

Perhaps that was exactly why the original owner died directly, leaving the body to him?

"I'm so Weakness now, I can't even beat a child... How can I stop grave robbers?"

"Damn it!"

"Once this body of mine dies and my consciousness is annihilated, my body on Pluto will also be dead for sure... This is the price of Dimensional Reduction!"

Its location was very remote, situated in a corner of the Graveyard, and it might have been built over a hundred years ago.

Aaron was silent for a moment, and after restoring this grave, he went to another part of the Graveyard.

He muttered to himself in his heart, then heard the person outside shout: "Zoro... Zoro... I'm Smith, we've drank together, open the door! That monster... that monster is about to catch up!"

After resting for a while, Aaron managed to climb up.

"Ghoul?"

Aaron naturally chose the "cowardly" way of dealing with it.

Zoro's Instinct made Aaron want to risk going out to stop these grave robbers, but it was quickly suppressed by Aaron.

"Who do you think you are? Why would I share the danger with you?"

Finally, he came to the place where the grave robbers had prepared to rob the grave last night.

Once caught, one could even be directly beheaded!

It was as if something terrifying was chasing them in the darkness.

It felt as if he had returned to the very beginning when he first transmigrated.

"The other party didn't attack me just now? Do they know me, or have they already had enough food and are full?"

He muttered, propped the door panel tighter, and no matter how Smith outside cursed, he remained unmoved.

He shook his head, picked up the shovel discarded by the grave robbers, and shoveled the dirt back in one scoop at a time.

"It's just... do I need to report to Baron Lancaster tomorrow?"

Fortunately, in these legends, these monsters were not very strong; some were easily wiped out by the lord leading soldiers, and others were casually dealt with by passing Witchers.

"The wine in the tavern in Yanan Town is good, and the waitress is also pretty... Uh, why do I have such a deep impression of this? Well... it's normal for a tavern waitress to have a pure, natural, and unpolluted second profession."

In fact, there is not only one Dimension world.

The so-called Dimensional Reduction is to transmit consciousness into another lower Dimension.

They just love to dig up the graves of the buried and steal the burial objects inside.

Aaron blinked his eyes.

……

Aaron blinked, remembering; he did have some impression, but they were not close.

"Zoro is, after all, just a Gravekeeper, his perspective is very narrow... It is already not bad that he could know Yanan Town belongs to Baron Lancaster..."

The door behind was blocked tightly by Aaron, who also added the weight of his own body.

Countless light and shadows floated, accompanied by some strange linguistic information...

During the daytime, it was actually quite leisurely.

The appearance of this monster indeed looked quite similar to the Legendary Ghoul.

The tombstone had long since become mottled, but the epitaph on it was still quite clear—【If you really have nowhere to live, I don't mind if the two of us squeeze in together.】

Screams came one after another; if it weren't for the fact that the Graveyard was located in such a remote place, it would likely have woken up half the people in the town.

Immediately, two more screams rang out, and two more Horse Lanterns in the dark night were extinguished.

"Such a feeling of Weakness, how long has it been since I felt it?"

"Huh? I can actually read? No, it's the meaning of these letters."

Almost everyone only recognizes power!

Below a relatively new tombstone, a bouquet of daisies was placed.

Then, he restored the toppled tombstone.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

There was even very little Natural Sciences worship, such as the Green Banyan Tree Grandmother.

"Generally speaking... exploring an unknown Dimension has even a 32.97% chance of falling into a Dimension Gap and having one's consciousness directly annihilated... counting it up, my luck is not bad."

He plucked a few willow branches and leaves, and also peeled off a bit of willow bark.

Just as he closed his eyes, preparing to sleep until dawn before going to clean up the mess for those grave robbers, a scream suddenly rang out, Rending the calm Night Curtain.

Early morning.

According to the other party's experience, there were no church organizations in this world.

At this moment, he calmed his heart and discovered more differences: "This world... Spirituality cannot be used?"

"This low-dimensional world, I wonder what it looks like?"

Immediately, it became quiet rapidly, with only the scalp-numbing sound of chewing ringing out.

Because the illness had not yet fully recovered, Aaron chose to rest in the morning, which was also a time to sort through Zoro's final memories.

Aaron looked at the tombstone and suddenly recalled the scene where the old Gravekeeper had held Zoro's hand, teaching him literacy as they passed by the tombstones one by one.

Although he complained, he clearly knew that something had definitely gone wrong with that group of grave robbers outside!

He pressed against the crack in the door, carefully observing the scene in the Graveyard.

After all, if he died, the Dimensional Reduction body would die as well!

Even if it was just a clone, it was good to be able to live.

The next day.

Fortunately, it did not take long for Aaron to arrive at his destination.

"Smith?"

"Even if I could stop it, the price is too high; I cannot bear it..."

"His name is Zoro... originally an orphan, raised by the old Gravekeeper of the Graveyard..."

That was the entrance to the Graveyard, where a row of 'Beating Willow' was planted!

Well, it was actually just a type of plant similar to a willow tree, with very long branches that easily hit people when blown by the wind.

In the afternoon, he decided to go to Yanan Town to take a look.

After all, some Ritual materials could only possibly be bought in town!

(End of this chapter)