Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 1 Deep Blue

Even in summer, the nights in the Durr Valley are always so cold.

The walls of the hut where Hrag lived had several holes, and the cold wind desperately blew in through them, making it impossible for him to sleep.

He got up in the dark, pulled some straw from his bedding to plug the holes, and the wind finally subsided a bit.

After tidying up, Herag lay back down in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

My stomach was rumbling because I was hungry.

"How did I end up in this godforsaken place?" He sighed helplessly, rubbing his stomach.

At times like these, he misses the days when he had running water, electricity, and internet.

When you're hungry, just open your phone and order takeout; a short wait and your delicious meal will be delivered to your door.

Here, there is only one meal a day: a piece of black bread and a bowl of potato soup at noon.

The dark bread was very hard, and it was as difficult to chew as chewing on a rock.

Only white bread is soft and chewy, but that can only be enjoyed by noblemen.

The servants in the castle could only eat black bread.

Old Henry, who was in charge of growing the flowers, told Herag that the dark bread would taste better if it was soaked in potato soup.

After Herag learned this technique, the dark bread was finally not so hard to eat.

But at thirteen, the body is in a stage of rapid development, and a black bread and a bowl of potato soup every day is obviously not enough.

It was neither filling nor provided with sufficient nutrition.

But these conditions already surpassed those of many others; he lived in the prestigious Baron Baron's castle and was in charge of raising horses.

One meal a day was enough to keep him from starving. Outside the castle, there were many people teetering on the brink of death and homeless people.

The castle is safe enough, with a stable food source, and as long as you don't anger the noble ladies and gentlemen, your life won't be in danger.

However, Herag was an Earthling who had received modern higher education, so how could he be willing to be a stable boy for the rest of his life?

"Deep Blue chip self-repair complete."

When Helag heard the familiar voice, he was stunned and wondered if he was hallucinating.

Deep Blue is the name of his gene chip. Gene chips are something everyone has in their past lives. They are responsible for data analysis, processing, and storage, and they play a strong auxiliary role in people's daily lives and work.

"An environmental anomaly has been detected. Localization compatibility is in progress."

"Localization compatibility is complete, and DeepBlue is running normally."

Two consecutive chip notification sounds rang in his mind, and Herag confirmed that he was not hallucinating.

"Deep Blue, check your current physical status."

"Hrag Merlin: Strength 0.4, Agility 0.5, Constitution 0.4, Spirit 1.2."

Herag looked at his physical data and was speechless for a moment.

This is definitely a case of developmental delay.

Now that we have gene chips, I have a general plan in mind for the future.

The next morning, Hrag woke up very early.

Before dawn, he carried a lantern to the stable and put the horse feed into the troughs one by one.

The horses in the stable had woken up and were looking at Helag expectantly, their nostrils flaring with heat.

Horse feed consisted of a mixture of hay and some beans, and they ate better than their servants.

Helag honestly did not steal any horse feed; he remembered that his predecessor had been executed for frequently stealing it.

After finishing his business, he went to the back garden, where old Henry should have been watering the flowers.

The back garden is planted with many kinds of flowers, most of which are varieties that did not exist in my previous life.

"Deep Blue, from now on, record all information about unseen plants and animals."

"Received, task file created, commencing execution."

Helag understood the importance of data, knowing that it would always come in handy.

Old Henry was an old man in the castle who had spent his entire life tending to the flowers here.

As usual, he picked up a bucket and began watering the flowers, carefully cleaning up fallen leaves and other debris in the flower bed.

"What are you doing here so early, kid? What's up?" Old Henry noticed Herag and glanced at him sideways.

"Come chat with you, old man," Herag said with a grin.

Old Henry scoffed, "Just say what you want. I'll be meeting the gods soon, so I can't help you much more."

Old Henry had a very low profile in the castle. He had no children, and only Herag would often come to chat with him.

In his heart, Hrag was like a grandson.

He knew Hrag too well; he knew Hrag had come so early because he needed his help.

Herag laughed, "Old Henry, you still have that bow, right? I'd like to borrow it to go hunting. I'll treat you to some meat when I come back."

"bow?"

Old Henry glanced at Hrag's thin frame with disdain and questioned, "Can you even draw a bow? And have you even studied archery? Hunting? Don't waste my arrows."

"Just lend it to me for a bit, I promise. When you go to see the gods, I'll find you a good spot on the back mountain and erect a monument for you," Herag said confidently.

If a servant in the castle died, they were simply buried somewhere; there were no tombstones.

Old Henry hesitated for a moment, somewhat tempted, but finally said helplessly, "The bow is hanging on the wall inside the house. Go get it yourself, but don't break it."

"Thank you, old Henry!" Herag ran into the house without looking back, afraid that old Henry would change his mind.

Herag took the longbow down from the wall; the bow was spotless, showing that old Henry had taken good care of it.

He had heard that old Henry was a very good archer, but now that he was old, he had never seen him draw that bow again.

The bow looked somewhat out of place on Helag's thin frame.

There were only seven arrows in the quiver, which was enough for Helag.

"Hrag, where are you headed?" a guard at the castle gate asked.

"Hunting!" Herag said with great enthusiasm.

The guard couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, you're not even as tall as the bow, lest you shoot yourself off."

Another guard laughed, "Help me hunt a Red-spotted Sparrow; they smell amazing when roasted. If you catch one, I'll give you ten copper coins."

"You said it yourself, so get the copper coins ready," Herag said seriously.

"Hahaha!" The two guards found his serious expression quite amusing.

Herag carried old Henry's bow out of the castle. At the castle gate was a long, sloping ramp, below which flowed a winding, green river. A drawbridge spanned the river, now lowered, and a carriage was crossing.

Looking into the distance, he recognized it as Baron Buck's carriage, but wondered where it was going.

Across from the castle lies a dense forest, which is Helag's destination.

It is said that there are ferocious beasts deep in the forest, which even powerful knights would find difficult to deal with.

Herag only dared to wander along the edge of the forest, not daring to venture deeper, as he was still too weak.

"Deep Blue, activate detection. Pay close attention to your surroundings and guard against potential dangers."

"Environmental detection has been initiated."

After a flash of green light streaked across Herag's vision, the forest he saw changed dramatically.

All the plants glowed green, and the animals had a faint red glow, making it easier for him to distinguish the lurking creatures.

There is also a small circular map in the upper right corner of the field of view, with red and green dots of various sizes distributed on the map.

"Begin the hunt!"

(End of this chapter)