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On a spring afternoon, the sun warmed the whole person, and at this moment in the camp in the canyon, Wang Dahai was lying comfortably on the thick animal skin, closing his eyes in the sun, thinking quietly.

Wang Dahai felt that although the group of people in front of him acted rudely and looked vicious, after his careful contact, at least the woman who saved him and her husband, named Olaf, still got along very well.

However, the cripple who came today was extremely ugly, and he felt quite bad around him, especially his intact eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, so Wang Dahai had already labeled the prophet Moguwu carefully in his heart.

But which cripple seems to have a high status in the tribe? Maybe it's a good idea to have a good relationship with him?

Wang Dahai feels that now he should behave like the original owner of this body, try to behave like a simple child, so that he should be able to win sympathy and join them.

But now the first priority is to take care of your body, talk as little as possible, and observe more. This is also a good habit of prudence that Boss Wang developed when doing business in the past, and it is just as useful here.

In this way, in the process of cranky thinking, Wang Dahai fell asleep after a short time due to illness and injury, and unconsciously it was evening.

Nala, who was busy and preparing to take a break to make dinner, found that Wang Dahai, who was sleeping on the ground, began to have a fever again, and at this moment, Wang Dahai's cheeks were flushed and hot, and he had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Nala, who put down the harvest, didn't care about the fatigue of her whole body, she quickly took out the opportunity to look for wild vegetables just now, and looked for herbs to treat Wang Dahai's fever by the way.

Nala doesn't know why the disease is caused by the infection, but she will administer some treatment to the patient. She was able to cure minor ailments caused by dysfunction.

Although the tribe believes that healing is a kind of magic and works through the gods, the effectiveness of Nala's medicine is not underestimated.

This ancient people lived by hunting, planting, fishing and plundering, came into contact with various plants of nature, and accumulated some knowledge of plant healing as a result of experience or accidental discoveries.

In addition, various animals are hunted, skinned and slaughtered, and their internal organs are observed and compared.

Some men and women also dissect and divide animals as they prepare meals, forming a preliminary idea of the anatomy of the human body.

When Nala was a child, her mother often explained to her about the internal structure and functions of the human body, and as part of teaching her about medicine, she was taught day after day, year after year, and these ancestral experiences were planted in her mind.

As a direct descendant of an ancient Navian lineage, her mother continued to pass on the medical knowledge of her ancestors to her after her birth.

She recalls the knowledge of her ancestors and the experience she has accumulated through her own experiments, and constantly discovers new varieties of herbs, and she can now basically deal with some emergency situations quickly and reasonably.

So the people in the tribe still respect her enough, and it is not easy for a place where a man's rights are above all else.

Time passed, the men harvested a black bear today, and the whole clan was very excited, no matter what nationality they all believed in heroes and respected heroes, not to mention the brave and warlike Vikings.

The Vikings are more of a nation that advocates individual force, regardless of men, women, and children, regardless of whether they are usually honest peasants, but for their own people, once they board the legendary dragon head warship, they are a group of bloodthirsty and greedy beasts, and the land they pass through is barren and blood-stained red.

After dinner, Wang Dahai sat against the rolled up animal skin, watching the people outside the tent busy.

Since Nala had already fed him food and put a new dressing on his wounds, Wang Dahai slowly subsided his fever and refreshed his spirits.

Nala poured boiling water on top of the hollyhock flowers, prepared a decoction of hollyhock flowers, and prepared it for Wang Dahai.

At this moment, Mogueu paced again and walked over. He sat next to Wang Dahai and was very interested in this strange little boy. As the preparations for the religious service that night had not yet been completed, he took the time to see if the strange boy had recovered.

Wang Dahai and the ugly old man with glass feet and scars looked at each other face to face, studying each other with the same strong interest.

Mogueu had never been so close to a young boy who was so full of doubts and puzzles as the little boy, and he looked at the boy's clear and bright glasses, and plunged into them as if he saw an endless blue sky.

And what about Wang Dahai? He woke up from a coma only to find himself in the midst of them. In addition to being fresh to these Caucasian features, he was especially curious about the wrinkled and scarred skin of the old man's face.

In Wang Dahai's limited experience, he had never seen such a strange and strange scar on his face.

Wang Dahai had an impulsive feeling, he wanted to reach out and touch those scars, he felt that this ugly man with obvious and noble status in the clan would be the key to whether he could stay, so he decided to take a gamble.

At this moment, like a reckless child, he reached out to caress Mogue's ugly face, as if to see what was wrong with the scars.

Moguwu was taken aback by the gentle touch and caress of the boy's delicate little hands. There had never been a child in the tribe who reached out to touch his face like he did, and no adult touched his face, and they always avoided physical contact with him, except when they needed to communicate with the gods, and licked his palms.

Now, the little boy did not resent his deformed body and ugly scars, nor avoided or rejected him out of fear of his power and status, but gently stroked his face.

This inadvertently deeply tugged at his heartstrings for many years of old age and loneliness, and moved his heart greatly. He wanted to talk to the boy with great interest, but he didn't know how to get started.

"Mogu"!

Moguwu thought for a moment and pointed to himself, as Nala watched quietly as she was frying hollyhock flowers. She was glad that Moguwu was interested in Wang Dahai.

Nala's knowledge of Mogu'u was of great prestige throughout the Navian Islands, and he was respected by countless chiefs and even recognized by the king.

However, Moguwu himself looked like a cold person to everyone, so everyone respected and feared him.

"You can call me, Evan!

Hello, nice to meet you. ”

Wang Dahai raised his head when he heard the hoarse voice of the ugly old man Moguwu, sat up straight, tried his best to make his thin body look stronger, and introduced himself while showing a good-looking smile.

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