I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

The next morning.

When Lu Yuan woke up, he felt much better than he had the day before.

The weakness that seeped into my bones had subsided considerably, the strength in my arms and legs had returned significantly, and my mind was much clearer. I clenched my fist, and some of my strength returned.

[Sanity: +12...82/100]

Lu Yuan was taken aback when he saw the gray and white text.

My sanity limit has finally been restored, but it took three days of rest to restore ten points; I'm still forty points short.

I just don't know if it will recover in three days, or if it will gradually recover after three days.

However, even though it has recovered to ten points, the gap in the upper limit of sanity is still there, and that awkward feeling of having a part of the foundation being drained always hangs over me.

Fortunately, it didn't affect the operation.

He tidied himself up, hung "Flame" on his waist, took the prepared supplies, and also put a few bottles of medicine in his pocket.

Then, as I pushed open the door and went out, I took a deep breath in the corridor. The morning air in the branch was cool and carried the faint smell of leftover tea.

Boer was already waiting in the courtyard downstairs.

A two-horse wagon belonging to the night watchman was parked at the side gate of the branch office. The wagon was not large, and there were four or five wooden crates with lids nailed on them. The crates were sealed with the logistics department's seal.

The two horses were from a separate unit, greyish-brown in color, and bridled with the Night's Watch insignia.

Bo'er was leaning against the carriage shaft, stuffing the last piece of bread into his mouth. When he saw Lu Yuan get off, he pushed the bread into his mouth, chewed it twice, and mumbled out a single word.

"Walk?"

Lu Yuan climbed into the passenger seat. The seat cushion was a bit hard and looked quite old, with smooth wear marks on the wooden board.

Bor wiped his mouth, gave the reins a flick, and the carriage started moving.

There weren't many people at the branch office entrance in the early morning. In the distance, a few early-rising vendors were setting up their stalls on the street, and the Iron Guard patrol had just changed shifts, with two or three soldiers carrying spears walking past the street corner.

A woman carrying a vegetable basket bowed her head to let the carriage pass, then hurriedly turned into the alley next to her.

In the direction of the city gate, the inscriptions on the city wall gleamed with a faint, ethereal blue light in the morning glow.

As the carriage passed through the city gate, Lu Yuan felt a sudden lightness in his body, as if a kind of oppressive force had disappeared, making him feel much more relaxed.

"Does it feel lighter?" Bor seemed to notice Lu Yuan's unusual behavior and asked.

"Hmm," Lu Yuan responded, flexing his wrists.

"This is the effect of the inscriptions on the Bronze City. You can't detect it inside the city, but it becomes very obvious after you leave."

Boryan held the reins and continued.

"You'll feel this way wherever there's protection."

"I see."

"But small towns don't have these things."

As the two continued talking, the city gate receded into the distance behind them.

The main road stretches south, flanked by rolling hills and pastures. The weather is pleasant, with a touch of coolness in the early spring air. In the distance, clusters of grey and white sheep move slowly on the gentle slopes, and occasionally, a distant bark of a dog can be heard.

Bor drove the car with the reins loosely draped over his knees, his eyes gazing lazily at the road ahead, clearly having driven this road more than once.

"You know Guber Town, right?" he asked.

Lu Yuan shook his head.

"An old town to the south," Bor said. "It's called Guber because two earls came from there, several hundred years ago. Now it's just a small town of about a hundred households, living off an ancient forest, hunting, logging, and growing medicinal herbs. The soil in that forest is special, producing high-quality herbs, which the branch has always sourced from there. This time, we're delivering the pest control medicine they reported."

Bohr patted the wooden crate behind him.

"Just deliver the medicine; they can handle the rest themselves. We have a small base over there, with people stationed there year-round, responsible for handling low-level anomalies and intelligence gathering in the area. The base's head is Harold, retired, with a limp, and has been there for over twenty years."

Bor paused here, adjusted his posture, and switched the reins from his left hand to his right.

"Are they the two candidates he submitted?" Lu Yuan asked.

"right."

Bohr's tone changed here.

"The first one, Dunn, sixteen years old." He paused. "His parents were former colleagues."

Lu Yuan turned and glanced at him. Bo'er's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, not looking over.

"It was from the western branch, five or six years ago. They didn't return from the mission."

Bohr's voice softened slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

"The child stayed in Guber Town, and the base has been taking care of him. He's reached the legal age this year, and he himself said he wanted to come. There's basically no doubt about it; it's just a matter of going through the motions."

The child of a night watchman's colleague. His parents died in the line of duty.

Lu Yuan didn't reply, but he made a mental note of it.

This kind of thing is probably not uncommon among the Night's Watch; those who deal with the supernatural may never return.

The fact that the children who stayed behind grew up in the same environment and ended up on the same path speaks volumes.

"And the second one?"

"Jürgen, eighteen, the hunter's son." Bor took a breath. "A year ago, something happened in the ancient forest. A creature from the deep forest broke out—not an ordinary mutated animal, but a half-mutated, half-monstrous kind. His father and two other hunters died, but he survived."

How did you survive?

"I don't know." Bor frowned. "Harold's report didn't provide many details. The base personnel arrived after the incident. All we know is that he was injured, but conscious and walked back on his own."

Bor thought for a moment and then added, "The base has been keeping an eye on him for a while now. They think he has potential, but there's something wrong with his personality."

"What is that?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it. Harold's exact words were, 'It's not quite right, but not in a bad way.'"

Lu Yuan roughly understood the weight of those words, because Lei Ke had said something similar before.

Moreover, such an evaluation carries weight within the Night's Watch system. Harold had been stationed there for over twenty years, and the intuition of an old Night's Watchman wouldn't raise an alarm without reason.

However, he did not give a negative conclusion, which shows that this person does have something worth watching.

"You'll see for yourself when you get there," Bor said.

Lu Yuan nodded.

"Once we arrive in town, our ostensible purpose will be to deliver medicine. Don't tell them I'm recruiting; just stay there under the guise of delivering medicine, make contact naturally, and observe discreetly," Bo'er continued. "Also, wander around town and see if there are any other suitable candidates. If you see any good ones, keep them on file."

"Um."

Bohr patted his shoulder bag, which made a dull thud.

"Inside is a bronze box containing low-level, eerie fragments weakened by inscriptions. Once opened, an extremely faint eerie aura will emanate within two or three meters; to a normal person, it would be an instantaneous discomfort."

This is clearly a verification.

Lu Yuan knew the significance of this thing.

For any candidate who might encounter something bizarre, the most basic requirement is the ability to rationally withstand the temptation.

You can be afraid, you can be nervous, but you cannot be terrified.

Fear means loss of control, and loss of control means that in the face of the truly bizarre, you will not only fail to save others, but also kill your companions.

"When the time comes, just open it right next to them." Bor glanced at the road ahead. "When you really encounter something strange, no one's going to pat you on the shoulder and tell you to get ready."

Lu Yuan recalled the first eerie night he encountered. The late night in Grim Harbor, those green eyes—a memory that remained vivid in Lu Yuan's mind to this day.

"These are the rules. The final decision is up to you. After you take them back, there will be a three-month probationary period."

Bohr added one last sentence.

"The copper box measures the baseline. For things it can't measure, you have to look for yourself."

Lu Yuan hummed in agreement. It seemed that the rules for the Night Watch were not too difficult.

Then my gaze fell on both sides of the road.

The terrain has begun to change.

The hills and pastures gradually receded, and one or two saplings emerged from the grass on the gentle slopes, then three or four, and then small patches of shrubs appeared.

The main road forked ahead, and without hesitation, Bor pulled on the reins, turning the carriage onto the southbound road.

There are more and more trees.

At first, there were shoulder-high shrubs, then two or three meters of miscellaneous trees, and then as you walk south, the trees on both sides of the road suddenly become taller.

I don't know when it started, but now most of the space above my head is covered by dense foliage. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the canopy, dappling the dirt path in patches.

The wheels rolled over the pile of decaying leaves, making a dull, rustling sound, completely different from the sounds made on the hard ground of the official road earlier.

The air has changed too.

The metallic and soot-like smells of Bronze City gradually faded away, replaced by another kind of aroma.

Soil, decaying leaves, and a cool, damp green.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath of this air; it felt cool in his chest, completely different from the feeling in the city where you always felt like there was something stuck in your throat when you breathed.

The forest was very quiet.

Unlike the perpetual clamor of Bronze City, here you only hear the sounds of horses' hooves rolling with wheels, the wind whistling through the branches, and the occasional bird call.

Lu Yuan leaned against the side panel of the carriage, looking at the woods on both sides.

This kind of quiet hasn't happened in a long time.

The last time I was in such an environment was on the way from Sandworm Town to Bronze City.

At that time, his understanding of the world was very limited, his skills were pitifully few, and he had not even figured out the path of a seeker of knowledge.

What now?

I am getting closer and closer to becoming a polymath, and timekeeping is beginning to show more possibilities.

While its current combat methods are still somewhat lacking, they are more than sufficient for minor incidents.

Furthermore, Bor said that Guber is one of the safer towns, with a military base there.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Bohr also fell silent.

He leaned back in his seat, the reins draped loosely over his lap, a far cry from the ever-vigilant night watchman in the city. A relaxed smile even played on his lips.

As the sun slowly began to set, the carriage traveled along the main road through the forest for more than an hour before a slightly wider stretch of road appeared ahead.

Several wooden stakes were laid across the road in the open area, with a rope strung between them. Two trucks were parked by the roadside, and several people wearing gray-white robes stood on either side of the roadblocks.

He is a member of the church.