Morning.

The night is already very deep.

It's just that the lights in the village are still bright, and the villagers don't seem to be sleepy.

Sherlock walked through the village, still not finding the mysterious man he had imagined, nor did he find anything suspicious.

If you can't find it, you can only find a way to force it out.

Although the specific purpose of the mysterious man is not known

But if you put a lot of effort into letting a whole village of people act with them, you will definitely not want just the lives of a few of them.

Judging from what happened to everyone, it is more likely that it should be the same as those devils, who have taken a fancy to their souls and something.

And just as the demon has to make a contract and complete the requirements before harvesting the soul, the mysterious man seems to have met the goal before he can do it.

Then, if he has a way to interrupt the process, there is a good chance that he will show up to stop him in order for the plan to go smoothly.

"Hil! Hypnotic powder. Sherlock groaned softly.

The butterfly demon lord sealed in the coffin of the Virgin came out in response, and as soon as his wings spread, the crystal blue fine scales were scattered by the wind.

Qiu'er's hypnotic powder has a very high judgment value, and once a person with a constitution of 5 or less inhales it in his body, he will immediately fall into a coma if he does not have the corresponding resistance bonus.

If everyone is asleep, the scene will not be able to go on anyway.

"Hypnotic powder, it looks like you've found out." A voice suddenly came from the void, and a figure slowly walked out of the night.

Sherlock couldn't see through this person's attributes.

However, since he speaks Druid, there is no doubt that the basic class is a Druid.

This is also in line with his previous speculation.

And if it's a druid, whether it's the camp bias of his professional body or the common philosophy of the two, he should be able to talk.

Sherlock froze: "Senior, we were chased and killed by the people of the Dark Temple, and we fled all the way here, if we inadvertently offended you, I apologize for me and my companions, and I hope you can forgive us for our ignorance." “

"Forgiveness?" The mysterious druid shook his head, "You didn't offend me, I even deliberately lured you here. ”

"You're from the Dark Temple?"

"Could it be that now the druids of the main physical plane can already believe in the Dark Lady?" The mysterious druid asked with a smile.

Only people from different planes use the term primary material plane in everyday conversation, and Sherlock couldn't help but guess, "You're not from this plane?" ”

"Hehe, you are indeed very smart, and it is not in vain that I came here in person."

It turned out that he had been in an alien plane, no wonder he couldn't find a trace anyway, Sherlock suddenly realized in his heart, and responded without a trace on the surface: "Isn't your appearance because of my hypnotic powder?" ”

"It would have been a bit of a hassle if you had thought of this sooner, but now," the mysterious druid was just as two, four, or six palm-sized birds flew to his side.

These birds are covered with seven wings, and each of them has a humanoid light cluster on its pure white beak, and if you look closely, you can faintly distinguish the appearance of Muruki and Amber.

Sherlock hurriedly glanced at his friend bar, and sure enough, Mu Ruxi and the others had already darkened.

He said something bad in his heart, and then he couldn't help but worry about Trisna: "What kind of West is this, what did you do to them?" ”

"Haven't you already guessed both of these questions?"

Sherlock said with a solemn expression, "Why are you doing this!" ”

"To save these fragile lives." The druid looked at the seven birds and smiled with satisfaction.

"So you don't hesitate to sacrifice other innocent lives." Sherlock asked sharply.

"If you could save thousands of people, or even the whole world, if you could sacrifice a few lands, what would you choose?" The druid ignored Sherlock's anger

"My friends are not the earth, and these birds do not represent the whole world"

"So you agree with my idea, don't you?"

Without giving Sherlock a chance to refute, the druid told himself a story: "Do you know the way to forget your worries? ”

"It is a very beautiful half-plane, the seasons are like spring, the products are abundant, there are no wars, there are no disasters, and all life lives together in harmony and happiness.

And all of this is thanks to a very special creature in this plane, the Forgetful Bird.

The Bird feeds on ** and negative emotions, and will convert them into spiritual power in the body and excrete them, thus maintaining the stability of the entire plane.

One day, however, a devil inadvertently broke in.

The kind people warmly received this traveler from another world, but instead caused a disaster that affected the entire plane.

The devil hides his evil while sowing the seeds of ** in the dark.

In less than a year, the tranquility of forgetting worries was completely broken, the pure heart was blinded by **, and everyone fell into an inexplicable madness.

Even the Forgetful Bird was hunted down as a demon bird.

Fortunately, I returned in time to save the last nest of eggs.

It's just that the environment of the Forget Worry Path is no longer suitable for the hatching and growth of the Forget Worry Bird.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to come to the main physical plane to nurture them.

When they are bred into a large group of tens of thousands and brought back, perhaps the Path of Forgetting Worries will have a chance to restore the peace of the past. “

"I'm sorry!"

Knowing the truth, Sherlock's heart was certainly touched, but his philosophy, his natural way, could not agree with the right approach after all.

"Your perception of nature is too narrow." The druid also heard the resoluteness in Sherlock's tone, and couldn't help but lament: "After you've experienced enough, you'll realize how ridiculous it is to cling to the rise and fall of just one plane.

I can see that you are gifted as a druid, and that your natural ways should never be trapped in the main physical plane, and that you should have a much larger future. “

"A broader and vastness of the future?" Sherlock was already a little confused.

"That's right, by becoming a member of our Green Bard Sect, you can not only go on adventures in various large planes and half-planes, but also take up a position as a hidden professional shepherd and make a contract with a plane." The mysterious druid sends out an invitation and reveals his identity.

System Hint: Silverwing of Publius the Shepherd invites you to join the Green Bard Sect, and whether or not to join this option will greatly affect the player's subsequent game progression, so please decide carefully