Tang Zhangwei said: "You have no reason, this peach crisp is completely unreasonable, what is the matter with the salted chicken, what is the matter with the salted crispy chicken in your hometown?" ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "This is to blame, blame the merchant who sells salted roast chicken, this guy's weight is too much." At that time, I was already in a unit helping the general to make armor. One day, the general was pleased with the plate armor I had made, and the general rewarded me with some money. As a result, I took the money to buy a saltwater chicken, but I didn't expect this saltwater chicken to be too large. Several of my brothers who lived with me ate it, and because there was no other dish, the chicken was so tired that we were a little dizzy from eating. Tang Zhangwei said to Tang Xizong: "When it comes to eating, the fragrant rice in Yingzhou tastes the best." You can eat up a bowl of rice without adding anything to the rice there alone. ”

Fei Xuechun said: "Actually, if you beat an egg and eat it with egg bibimbap, it tastes even better." ”

Tang Xizong said: "When I am hungry, I also like to eat. My favorite thing is to mix it with an egg in a golden bowl and boiling water. ”

She grimaced. "Zod, Daken Raha used the Quartet to hunt down all the other confessors. I found my sister after they devastated me. She died in my arms. I became the only survivor of the penitent. The magicians knew that their teachers were reluctant to help, so they sent me over as a last hope. If he is stupid enough not to see that helping me is helping himself, then I must use my power to force him to help. ”

Zod raised an eyebrow. "So, what can that shriveled old magician do to resist the power of Daken Raha?"

He now held her hand with both hands.

"He must appoint an explorer."

"What?" Zod jumped to his feet. "Honey, you don't know what you're talking about."

Confused, Karen sat back a little. "What do you mean?"

"Explorers are self-appointed. The magician simply acknowledges what is happening and makes it official. ”

"I don't know. I thought the explorers were chosen by magicians, the right ones. ”

Zod sat back, rubbing his chin. Well, to some extent, it can be understood that way, just the other way around. A true explorer, a person who can make a difference, must show that he is an explorer. The magician didn't point his finger at a person and say, "This is the sword of truth, and you have now become an explorer." He didn't have a choice in that regard. It's not something you can train to be. If one wants to be an explorer, one must show it in action. Magicians must spend years observing and confirming. An explorer is not necessarily the smartest person, but he must be the right person, he must have the right traits. A true explorer is an unusual person. “

"The explorer is the balance of power. The parliament sees the appointment as a political bone and throws it at one of the dogs that spins under their feet. Because of the power at the disposal of the explorer, this is a very desirable position. But the parliament does not understand that this is not a position of empowerment but of empowerment. ”

He slowly moved closer to her. "Karen, you were born after the council gave you this position, otherwise you might have become an explorer in your youth. But in those fake explorer times, you never see the real thing. His eyes widened in the narrative, and his voice was low but full of emotion. I once saw a true explorer who made a king tremble with fear under his boots with a simple question. When a true seeker draws the sword of truth—" he raised his hands in delight and rolled his eyes. "The righteous wrath became an extraordinary thing to witness." Karen smiled at his excitement. "It can make the good tremble with pleasure, and the wicked tremble with fear." He lost the smile on his face.

"But people often don't believe the truth when they see it, especially when they don't want to. This makes the explorer a dangerous person. He is one of those careerists who stand in the way. He has brightened up the world in many ways. Most of the time, he stood alone, and he didn't live long. ”

"I know that feeling very well." She said, with only a faint smile on her lips.

Zod leaned closer to her. "Against Daken Raha, I suspect that even a true explorer will not survive for long. What then? ”

She took his hand again. "Zod, we have to try. This is our only chance. If we don't catch it, there's nothing. ”

He sat up straight and drew his hands. "Whoever is chosen by a magician does not know Middle-earth. He didn't have a chance there. It was just a quick death penalty trial. ”

"That's another reason to send me here. Be his guide, help him, and if necessary, give my life to protect him. The penitent travels throughout his life. I've been to almost every corner of Middle-earth. Confessors are trained to speak a variety of languages from an early age. She had to, because she never knew it would call her. I speak every major language and most of the local languages. In terms of illuminating the world, the penitent will not be left behind. If we could have been killed in a simple way, Raha would not have sent a Quartet to carry out this mission. Many of the team members died in the middle of the mission. I was able to help protect the explorers; If necessary, I will give my life. ”

"You've come up with a plan that puts not only the explorer's life at extreme risk, but also your own."

She raised an eyebrow on one side. "I'm being hunted right now. If you have a better way, speak up. ”

Before Zod could reply, Richard let out a groan. The old man looked at him for a moment, then stood up. "It's about time."

Karen stood beside him. He grabbed Richard's wrist and placed his injured hand on the tin plate. Blood dripped into the tin pan with a soft, hollow sound. The thorns dripped down with the blood, and the pools of blood in the tin plate were scattered and splashed in all directions. Karen wanted to reach out and pick it up.

Zod grabbed her wrist. "Don't, dear. Now that it has been driven out of its host, it will be desperate to find a new one. See. ”

She withdrew her outstretched hand. He placed his thin fingers inches away from the thorns. The thorns snaked towards their fingers, leaving a trail of blood on the tin plate. He retracted his finger and handed her the tin plate. "Take the tin tray from below and take it to the fireplace. Pour it into the fire, plate side down, and leave. ”

When she was done as Zodd instructed, Zod had already cleaned the wound and applied some ointment.

(End of chapter)