The figure in the distance disappeared among the grass blades blown by the breeze as the old man asked. It seemed like a phantom that had never appeared before, or like a wandering soul glimpsed in a trance. But the warrior would not doubt his senses, Lothar.

Will not regard what he just saw as an illusion. That person, or

The human-shaped thing, no matter what shape is hidden under the clothes, what he is wearing is definitely the same gray robe from the tower in the far north of the world as Cheese. This is the only thing he can be sure of. Of course, except for

What is also certain is that the gray robe is not cheese.

"Who is he?" Unlike Lothar, who was unaware of the appearance of the figure, the old man who saved him was obviously aware of the appearance of the gray robe, so he might know the other party's identity.

The old man withdrew his gaze from the place where the figure disappeared. His gaze was distracted for a few seconds, but when he pulled Lothar up from the ground, his eyes had returned to their original brightness, "You have a lot of questions today.

That's also the key point. It's just that you asked the wrong person this question. If you want to know who that person is, you shouldn't ask me."

You shouldn't ask him. The implication is that Lothar is asked to ask another gray robe. He comes from the same sect. Cheese must know something about his fellow sects. But now, in addition to knowing the identity of the gray robe, the earl

You also need to know the identity of another person, "Then let me change the question I should ask you, who are you?"

"You will know this problem soon. Come on, let's find a place to treat your wound first. If that ground bear really depends on eating carrion for a living, its claws and teeth will be poisonous. You have to wait until the poison penetrates deeply.

Your skin and flesh must be taken care of beforehand."

After being reminded like this, Lothar suddenly realized that his wound did not hurt much. This was not a good sign. The vague pain at the wound was a precursor to poisoning. Realizing this, the Earl had no intention of continuing to ask. After all,

He was saved by someone.

The old man was unusually familiar with the grassland. This did not mean that he easily identified the direction, but that when the two of them moved towards the residence he mentioned, the land under Lothar's feet never turned into soft and irregular soil.

Under the leadership of the former, they walked on dry and flat ground every step of the way. Even, as they advanced,

Even the weeds in front of them became looser, as if there was a path here, but it was just reclaimed by nature because there were too few people walking on it. Of course, this kind of thing does not exist. The reason why the two of them walked so smoothly in the grass

, all because the person leading the way completely understood the habits of the grassland and had a general knowledge of the distribution of plants and the conditions on the ground.

Therefore, it didn't take them much time to arrive at the yurt. When they arrived at the yurt, the copper kettle on the stove was just boiling. This meant that if the old man hadn't suddenly rushed out of the room halfway through boiling the water, then he would

Everything has been calculated, including Lothar's injuries. If not, why is it not milk tea that is boiled in the copper pot, but medicinal soup?

"So, you are a shaman." Except for shamans, no one would live alone. Except for shamans, no one would have these weird things in their room. Those hanging on the walls, Lothar said

Plants and animals whose names are given and whose names cannot be mentioned

, as well as the large and small clay pots on the shelf, all indicate that this place belongs to a scholar. He even saw something extremely uncommon on the grassland, books. Some of those books were similar to Cangshi's, and some were written with his

Made with binding techniques that have never been seen before.

"Have you seen other shamans?" The old man smiled, acquiescing to this guess. He found the place where the count's eyes were resting, stood up, took out a few books from the bookshelf, and brought them to Lothar. The side of the books

There are some symbols affixed on them, which should make it easier to identify the contents of the books.

Rong’s tip. It is worth noting that among these books, there are books written in elven script and other scripts that the earl has never heard of. “Most of them are herbal knowledge and some customs, and occasionally there are books in the market.

Some people bring them from other places and sell them, so collecting them is my hobby."

"I have just met one, Wu Qi from the Shale tribe. Do you understand all these?" Lothar asked, pointing to one of the books written in elven script, even in a place like Cangshi, which is adjacent to the elves' residence.

In this country, people who know elven writing are extremely rare. Learn other languages

It is much more difficult to learn the characters of different human cultural circles than to learn the characters of different human cultural circles. This involves the fundamental differences in the two races’ understanding of the world. There is almost no real correspondence between the characters and languages ​​born under different understandings.

, the difficulty of learning can be imagined.

"Wu Qi, well, I have an impression of that child. He is a good seedling." The old man nodded and gently touched the pages of the book with his fingers. "If you want me to read them out in the original language, I'm afraid I can't do that. But.

It’s okay if you want me to understand its meaning. Things like language and characters can be understood slowly as long as there is comparison. All it takes is time and patience.”

These words sounded familiar, as if they were coming from Cheese's mouth. The difference was that Cheese was only in his twenties after all, and when he said the word "patience" there was a difference between what the old man said.

The difference. But this is enough for Lothar to realize what kind of person he is talking to, and compared to Wu Qi, this old man has not mentioned anything about the spirits so far. This is different from the three sentences.

The shaman who is not separated from all spirits is different.

"It's a little late to say this, but I still want to say thank you for your life-saving grace. If there is anything I can do to repay you, I will be obliged." The count, who had finished treating the wounds on his body, bowed his head respectfully and said, receiving help.

Naturally, feedback should be given, let alone something like saving lives.

The old man was silent for a moment, "On the grassland, if you save a person's life, you have the right to take away one-third of his property. You can't take it away, you can't give it. But property is of no use to an old man like me. No matter how much it is,

The cattle, sheep, gold and silver are just to maintain the operation of this body, and there are not many days that I can still function. Well, you are the best warrior I have ever seen. If you protect me for a while, just treat it like this.

I’ve paid off the debt, what do you think?”

"This..." Lothar hesitated, "With all due respect, I am traveling with my friends this time and plan to cross the grassland. I'm afraid I can't stay here for too long. But, if you are willing to wait for me to return from the grassland,

If you fulfill this responsibility, I will be very grateful."

"Hahaha," the old man laughed a few times and looked at the earl with a softer look, "Don't be afraid, I don't want you to stay with me for too long. I am already old, but you can still make the world more colorful.

Besides, it’s not good for me to take away a girl’s father.”

"How did you know that I have a daughter?" The count blinked, but he never said a word about Helen.

"You can tell just by looking at your face. What a person has experienced, or may experience in the future, will be shown in his body. In the past, some shamans could even tell the year and month of this person's death just by looking at his face.

, I’m not good at it. I can’t learn this method and I don’t want to learn it. But the method doesn’t work for everyone every time. If it’s those who repeat their past actions every day, then it will work every time. But if those who keep trying to change

people, no one can predict their future.”

Lothar scratched his head. He only understood half of the shaman's words, "Then you mean, how long do you need my protection?"

"It's not far. You just need to stay with me until midnight four days later. Just wait until I finish presiding over a ceremony."

Four days later, at midnight, the ceremony took place. The count now knew for sure who this old man was. He was the only shaman in the entire Wolf Lord tribe and the host of the Fire Calling Ceremony.

"I dare to ask your name."
Chapter completed!