The town in the middle of the lake is not big, and the fact that the Lord of Wales' family has hired a psychic teacher is a big news.

"Hey, have you heard? The old lord has invited a psychic teacher to teach Master Matthew!"

"Yesterday's homeless man, what a psychic teacher......"

"If you want me to say, it's hard to say! no one has ever seen his spiritual power......"

"Tsk, the old lord still has a solid family!"

"After all, people are also hereditary nobles. ”

"The commission must be high, right?"

"Don't count on the little income you have in your shop!hahaha......"

"But no one has ever seen his psychic powers, and I don't know if he really has the ability. ”

"You said that the Lord has spent so much money to cultivate Young Master Matthew, is he still thinking about reviving the family?"

"How is it possible, did you know the Lord of Wales on the first day?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes...... Hiccup!"

The people in the tavern in the middle of the lake talked about it, some guessing about Regin's origin and background, others speculating about the old lord's family background, and with alcohol and the innate imagination of the Imperials, this story became more and more mysterious, and became the best accompaniment to every wine table that night.

Some people think that Rekin is a liar, and may have a little bit of inspiration, but it is far from enough to take on the duties of a teacher; some people speculate that Rekin is also a declining nobleman, and judging by his behavior, he is quite polite but uninhibited, and most of them are nobles who have fallen from the middle of the family; and the most exaggerated version is that Rekin is a secret agent from the multinational federation in the west.

But when the drunkards came home from the tavern late at night, the drunken madness drifted away with the night wind, and all the thoughts would be dissipated as the alcohol evaporated while they were asleep. The grunts of the drunkards, the scolding of their wives, and the howling of the guard dogs of the house in annoyance slowly subsided with the arrival of the god of the night.

However, what they didn't expect was that just when they were talking about the uninvited guest of Rejin that night, there was also an uninvited guest in Qingfeng Village, more than 1,500 stars northeast of Huxin Town, who arrived there in a completely different way.

"The breeze blows, the water waves

Old friends come from the east, and the wind is earlier than the harrier eagle

The old man went west and rode the wind to the clouds

The breeze is blowing, and the clouds are not deserted."

When the bard Tatari traveled here, he sang these words for the village of Light Breeze at the Tavern of the Wind Song.

This is actually an ordinary small imperial village, but because of its proximity to the Barren Cloud Canyon, the east wind blows all year round. Although the wind is not strong, it is continuous all year round, so it has the name of "Light Breeze Village".

Here, day and night, you can hear the gentle whimpering of the wind in your ears. Therefore, another feature of Qingfeng Village is that there are many windmills. Rows of wind paddles on the hillside on the outskirts of the village are proof that the millers have enjoyed this bounty of nature for generations.

Granny Sumu's cabin is located at the east entrance of the village.

The night was already very deep, but Granny Su Mu couldn't hug the night god Knox with peace of mind today, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

She has been blind for many years, and she is alone without relatives and for no reason, so she herself doesn't know why she has insomnia tonight. Her hearing is not bad, and perhaps it is because of these sensitive ears that her attention is focused on the sound of the wind outside the house, and she cannot sleep peacefully.

......Suddenly, she heard an out of place sound in the wind, but she wasn't sure if she had heard it wrong.

"Clang......" again, like the sound of something rubbing against the earth.

"Boom-" The sound was very irregular, and this time it dragged on a little longer.

"Bang!" was short. Granny Su Mu was a little annoyed, a little anxious, and a little scared.

The sound was always far away, but it did slowly approach, very slowly, slowly, as if it was struggling, or careful.

After making sure that the voice was near, Granny Su Mu couldn't sit still even more—she couldn't lie down to be precise. She climbed out of the broken plank bed, fumbling and getting dressed as fast as she could. Then he touched an iron pole from the fireplace, opened the door, and walked out. She was very familiar with the terrain of the village in front of her house, and she didn't need to use a pole to find her way, so she touched the outer wall of the house with one hand and pinched the iron and wood pole with the other, and slowly leaned towards the source of the sound.

She took two steps, then paused for a moment, carefully discerning the direction of the voice.

Now that she was sure it wasn't a bear or something like that, it was too soft. It wouldn't be wolves or bobcats, they wouldn't usually come near human villages, and if they did, they wouldn't be easily spotted by an old woman like her. So she was a little more relieved.

Suddenly, she stopped, and when she listened again, what she heard was no longer a "click" sound, but a muffled "tom".

After that, there was no movement. Granny Su Mu had already guessed by this time that it was a person, or a subhuman or something, and now she was down there.

So she quickly picked up her pole and walked in the direction of the voice. She knew that if she forgot or mistook the direction from which the voice was last coming from, she would never find it again. If you guess correctly, it won't make any more noise. Because that "man" has fallen, in this dark night where he can't see his fingers.

After walking out for more than fifty steps, Su Mu's mother-in-law's pole touched something, and it was soft. She crouched down, slowly reaching out her other hand, trembling slightly to where the pole had touched. The first is what her fingertips touch, which is soft to the touch. The skin that followed the fingertips felt a little warmth, then the fingers and palms...... She quickly pressed her palm down, and what appeared to her "eyes" was emaciated cheeks, dry hair, a tall nose, cracked lips, and breathing like a gossamer.

This is indeed a person!

"Help, help——!" Granny Su Mu's shout, like a thunderbolt in the middle of the night, woke up the villagers of Qingfeng Village.