Dawn of the Grey Tower

The figure in the distance disappeared between the blades of grass blowing in the breeze as the old man asked. It seems like a phantom that has never appeared, but it seems to be a wandering ghost glimpsed in a trance. But the warrior will not doubt his senses, and Lothar will not regard what he just saw as an illusion. That man, or humanoid thing, no matter what shape the clothing is hidden under, what he wore is definitely the gray robe from the high tower of the extreme north of the world like cheese. Only this point, he can completely sure. Of course, it can also be determined that the gray robe is not a cheese.

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

The old man withdrew his gaze from where the figure disappeared, and his eyes appeared loose for a few seconds, but when he pulled Lothar from the ground, his eyes had returned to their original brightness. "You have many questions today, asked It ’s all important. It ’s just that you asked the wrong person. If you want to know who that person is, you should n’t ask me. ”

Should not come to ask him, the implication is naturally to ask Lothar to ask another gray robe, and go out together, the cheese must know some of his fellows. But now in addition to knowing the identity of the gray robe, the count also needs to know the identity of another person, "Then I will ask you another question, who are you?"

"You'll know about this problem right away. Come on, let's find a place to treat your wound first. If the ground bear really lives by eating carrion, its claws and teeth will be poisonous. It must be deeply toxic Your skin and flesh must be treated beforehand. "After such a reminder, Lothar suddenly found that his wound did not hurt much. This is not a good phenomenon. The blurred pain at the wound is a precursor to poisoning. Realizing this, the count had no plans to continue questioning. After all, he was saved.

The old man ’s unusual familiarity with the grassland does not mean that he easily discerned the direction, but that the land stepped on by Lothar ’s feet did not become soft and irregular mud once when they moved towards his residence. Led by the former, they walked on dry and flat ground at every step. Even, as they moved forward, even the grass in front of them became looser, as if there was a path here, but there were too few people who had just been recycled by nature. This kind of thing does not exist of course. The reason why the two walked in the grass so smoothly is because the people who led the way fully grasped the habits of the grassland and made common sense about the distribution of plants and the condition of the ground.

Therefore, they did not spend much time when they arrived at the felt room. When they were in the felt room, the copper pot on the stove just boiled, which means that if the old man suddenly rushed out of the door if he was half boiled, then he had calculated everything, including Losa ’s injury . If not, why isn't the milk tea cooked in the copper pot, but the medicine soup?

"So, you are a shaman." No one except the shaman will live alone, and no one except the shaman will have these weird things in his room. Those hanging on the wall, the names that Losa said came up, the plants and animals that could not be named, and the large and small clay pots on the shelves all showed that they belonged to a scholar, he even saw the same on the grassland Very unusual things, books. Some of those books are similar to those of Cangshi, and some are made using binding techniques he has never seen before.

"Have you seen other shamans?" The old man smiled, believing this guess. He found the place where the Earl's gaze rested, stood up, and pulled out several books on the shelf to take in front of Lothar. There were some symbols on the sides of the books, which should be a prompt to distinguish the contents of the books. It is worth noting that in these books, there are books written by elven scripts and other scripts that the Earl has never heard of. "Most of them are herbal knowledge and some local customs. Occasionally someone at the market will sell them from elsewhere. Collecting them is my hobby."

"I have seen one of them, the witchcraft of the Shale Department. Do you understand all this?" Lothar asked, pointing at one of the books written in elven script, even if it was next to the elf's place like a lion In the kingdom, people who understand the writings of elves are extremely rare. Learning the writings of other races is much more difficult than learning the writings of different human cultural circles. This involves the root difference of the two races' understanding of the world. There is almost no real difference between the texts and languages ​​born under different understandings. Correspondence, the difficulty of learning can be imagined.

"Wu Qi, um, I was impressed with that child, it was a good seedling." The old man nodded and gently stroked the pages with his fingers, "I'm afraid you can't let me read them in the original language. If you want me to understand what it means, it's okay. Things like language and words can be understood slowly as long as there is a comparison. All you need is time and patience. "

This sounds familiar, as if from the mouth of the cheese. The difference is that after all, cheese is only in its twenties. When he said the word patience, there was a difference in thickness from the old man. But this is enough to let Lothar 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. The shaman is not the same.

"This is a bit late, but I still want to say, thank you for your life-saving grace. If there is any place that can return you, I am incumbent." The Earl said with respect to his wound that had been treated. Naturally, we should give back, let alone save this kind of thing.

The old man was silent for a moment, "On the grassland, one saves one's right to take one-third of his property. It can't be done, it can't be given. But things like property are useless to me as an old man. The cattle and sheep and gold and silver are just to maintain the operation of this body, and I still have few days to operate. So, you are the best warrior I have ever seen, you protect me for some time, just Did you pay off the debt? What do you think? "

"This ..." Lothar hesitated. "IMHO, I am traveling with my friends this time and plan to cross the grassland. I am afraid I can't stay here for too long. But if you are willing to wait for me to return from the grassland I will be very grateful for fulfilling this responsibility. "

"Hahaha," the old man smiled a few times, and looked at the count with a softer look. "Don't be afraid, I didn't want you to stay with me for too long. I'm old, but you can make this world more vivid, Moreover, I am not good at taking her father from a girl. "

"How do you know that I have a daughter?" Earl blinked, he didn't say anything about Helen ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Just look at your face, you know what people have experienced, maybe they will experience What ever happened will be revealed on his body. In the past, some shamans could even know what year and month this person will die just by looking at the face. I can't do it, I can't learn this method and I don't want to learn it. However, that method is not every time the Turin is divided. If those who repeat their past actions every day, then try everything. But if those who constantly try to change, no one can predict their future. "

Lothar scratched his head, he only understood half of the shaman's words, "Then do you mean, when will I need protection?"

"Not far away, you just need to follow me until midnight four days later. It will be fine when I have finished a ceremony."

At midnight four days later, at the ceremony, the count now indeed knew who the old man was. He is the only shaman of the wolf master tribe, the host of the fire call ceremony.

"Dare to ask your name."

"Old, ugly."

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