The figure in the distance, with the old man''s question, disappeared in the breeze between the grass leaves. As if never appeared in the phantom, but also like a trance glimpse of the wandering soul. But soldiers don''t doubt their senses, and Lothar doesn''t take what they just saw as illusions. No matter what kind of body is hidden in his clothes, the man, or the thing in human form, is wearing a grey robe from the tower in the far north of the world, just like cheese. He is absolutely sure of this. Besides, of course, it''s also certain that the grey robe is not cheese.


    "Who is he?" Unlike Lothar, who did not know the appearance of the figure, the old man who saved him was obviously aware of the appearance of the grey robe, so he might know the identity of the other party.


    The old man took back his sight from the place where the figure had disappeared. His eyes showed a state of laxity for a few seconds. However, when he pulled Rosa up from the ground, his eyes had returned to their original brightness. "You have a lot of questions today, and your questions are also the key points. It''s just that you asked the wrong person. If you want to know who that person is, you shouldn''t ask me. "


    He shouldn''t have come to ask him. The implication was that Lothar would ask another grey robe. The cheese must know something about his classmates. But now, in addition to knowing the identity of the grey robe, the count also needs to know the identity of another person, "then I should ask you another question. Who are you?"


    "You''ll know that in a minute. Come on, let''s find a place to deal with your wound. If the bear really lives on rotten meat, its claws and teeth will be poisonous. You have to deal with it before it gets to your skin. " After such a reminder, Lothar suddenly found that his wound did not have much pain. This is not a good phenomenon. The vague pain at the wound is a precursor of poisoning. The count, who realized this, had no intention of further questioning. In the final analysis, he was saved.


    The old man was very familiar with the grassland, which did not mean that he could easily distinguish the direction, but that the land under Rosa''s feet did not once turn into soft and irregular soil when they moved towards the residence in his mouth. Under the leadership of the former, they walked on the dry and flat ground every step. Even as they moved forward, even the weeds in front of them became loose. It seemed that there was a path here, but there were too few people who had just been recycled by nature. Of course, this kind of thing does not exist. The reason why they walked so smoothly in the grass was that the people who led the way completely mastered the habits of grassland and changed their common sense of the distribution of plants and the condition of the ground.


    So it didn''t take them much time to get to the yurt. When they got into the yurt, the copper pot on the stove was just boiling, which means that if the old man didn''t rush out of the door in the middle of the boiling water, he would have calculated everything, including Rosa''s injury. If not, why is it not milk tea, but medicine soup?


    "So, you are a shaman." No one lives alone except shamans, and no one has these weird things in their rooms. The plants and animals hanging on the wall, the plants and animals that Rosa said could not be named, and the large and small pottery pots on the shelf all showed that this place belonged to a learned scholar. He even saw a very unusual thing on the grassland, books. Some of the books were similar to Cangshi''s, others were made with binding techniques he had never seen before.


    "Have you seen other shamans?" The old man smiles, which is tacit. He found the place where the count''s eyes were staying. He stood up and took some books from the bookshelf to Rosa. There were some symbols on the side of the books, which should be the tips for distinguishing the contents of the books. It is worth noting that in these books, there are books written in elves and other languages that the count has never heard of. "Most of them are herbal medicine knowledge and some local records. Occasionally, people will sell them from other places in the market. Collecting them is my hobby."


    "I''ve met a witch from shales. Do you understand all this? " Pointing to one of the books written in elves, Lothar inquired that even in a country like Cang lion, which is close to the place where the elves live, people who know the elves are very rare. It is much more difficult to learn the characters of other races than that of different human cultural circles. This involves the fundamental differences in the understanding of the world between the two races. There is almost no real corresponding relationship between the characters and languages born under different understandings, so the difficulty of learning can be imagined.


    "Wuqi, well, I have an impression of that child. He is a good young man." The old man nodded his head and stroked the pages with his fingers. "I''m afraid I can''t read them in the original language. But you can let me know what it means. As long as there is a comparison, language and writing can be understood slowly. What is needed is time and patience. "


    It sounds familiar, like it comes from the mouth of cheese. The difference is that cheese is only in his twenties after all. When he said the word patience, there was a difference in thickness between what he said and what the old man said. But it was enough to make Lothar realize what kind of person he was talking to. Moreover, compared with Wuqi, the old man had not mentioned anything about the spirits so far, which was different from the shaman who had three words.


    "It''s a little late, but I still want to say that. Thank you for your help. If there is a place that can repay you, I am duty bound. " The count, who had finished the treatment of the wound, bowed his head respectfully and said that when he was helped, he should naturally give back, let alone save 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 do it or not. However, property is of no use to me, an old man. No matter how much cattle, sheep and gold and silver are only used to maintain the operation of this body, and the days when I can still operate are not many. Well, you are the best soldier I''ve ever seen. If you protect me for some time, you should pay off the debt. What do you think? "


    "This..." Lothar hesitated for a moment. "With all due respect, I''m traveling with my friends this time. I''m going to cross the grassland. I''m afraid I can''t stay here too long. But I would be very grateful if you would like to fulfill this responsibility when I return from the grassland. "


    "Ha ha ha ha," the old man said with a smile, and his eyes were more gentle at the count. "Don''t be afraid. I didn''t want you to stay with me for long. I''m old, but you can make the world more colorful, and I can''t take her father from a girl


    "How did you know I had a daughter?" The count blinked. He said nothing about Helen.


    "You can see from your face that what a man has experienced and what he will probably experience will be displayed in his body. In the past, some shamans could even tell when and when the man would die just by looking at his face. I couldn''t do it, and I didn''t want to learn it. But that method is not always Turin, divide people. If those who repeat their past actions day by day, try all kinds of things. But if those who keep trying to change, no one can predict their future. "


    Lothar scratched his head. He only understood half of what shaman said. "What do you mean, when do you want me to protect?"


    "Not far. You just need to stay with me until midnight four days later. When I finish a ceremony, it will be OK. "


    Four days later, at midnight, the ceremony, the count now knew exactly who the old man was. He is the only shaman of the wolf Lord tribe, and the host of the fire calling ceremony.


    "I dare to ask your name."


    "Old man, ugly etiquette."


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