"The Sect of the Green Bards, the Shepherds ......" Hearing these two terms, Sherlock was also shocked in his heart.

Druids have a wide range of career progression directions, but most of them are attracted by exclusive advanced classes such as the Lord of Animals, the Lord of Beasts, or the Monster in Disguise.

First, the advanced channel is obvious, and secondly, the professional skills are seamless, which is very suitable for ordinary druid players.

Some druids with unique ideas or pursuits will also choose second-tier classes such as Stormlord or Voidgate, which have a distinct bias.

As for the fallen druids who have betrayed nature, there is also a path to become the withered.

Theoretically, there is no strong or weak distinction between these second-order professions.

But in reality, the Shepherd does have the title of the strongest second-order class for the druids.

The shepherds' conception of nature extends to all existing planes, and they believe that the grand chakra of the planes is the perfect embodiment of reality, and they are fascinated by other realms

Without exception, these people became plane travelers, and even when they delved into the mysteries of nature, they regarded the other plane as their second home, and eventually became creatures of the contract plane completely.

This idea of the pastoral is rejected by the major Druids of the main material plane, who believe that mixing with otherworldly environments will not be beneficial to nature.

The Pure Fire Maniac and the Ash Oath Sect are the most hostile, and they sometimes even take the initiative to attack the shepherds they encounter occasionally.

Although there are not many such opportunities, and they generally can't beat them.

Because of the deliberate concealment of the druids, news of the shepherd is very rare in the continent of Faeron, and most people may have never heard of this profession.

Sherlock didn't know about it either, but last time the Silver Dragon Druid Aljeta misunderstood him as a member of the Green Bard's Sect.

Afterwards, he went to the stronghold of the Harpists League to check the relevant information, and happened to see the information about this profession.

The Green Bard Sect is actually a loose organization of shepherds.

One of the reasons for the strength of the Shepherd's profession is the Green Bard Sect.

When you need to retrieve a Fire Gem from Phinea or catch a wandering demon from Shavaras, there's nothing more convenient than joining a clan of the Green Bard.

With the help of the connections of the Green Bard Sect, the members of the organization can easily obtain some rare resources from the rest of the planes without having to search for them themselves.

In addition to the power of the organization, the profession of shepherd is extremely powerful in its own right.

One of the most enviable of Sherlock is his ability to contract and transform ectopian creatures.

As we all know, druids can only contract or transform into natural beings from the main material plane and the elemental plane.

And the inaugural shepherd, after making a contract with the chosen plane, the druid can contract and transform the creatures of that plane.

For example, in the Mechanical Mirror of Nirvana (one of the seventeen outer planes), Sherlock can contract and transform mechanical creatures.

When the time comes, the left-handed Transformers and the right-handed mechanical tyrannosaurus beasts, as soon as they fight up, the machine guns will strafe, and the artillery will wash the ground, and the picture will not be too beautiful.

However, it is not an easy task to become a shepherd or join the Green Bard Sect.

At least until then, Sherlock hadn't found any clues that would lead to the mission or event.

Now the opportunity to become a pastor was in front of him, and if he had not had a book of truth in his hand, he would have directly agreed to Pubrius's invitation.

"It's not a difficult choice to make, and for an adventurer like you, there shouldn't be a more suitable second-order class than 'Shepherd'."

Publius was right, being able to venture into the planes was a fatal attraction to him, and there was no disagreement between him and the Green Bard's Sect.

It's just the secret behind the Book of Truth, which also makes him deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

Why can't you have both! Sherlock couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Make your choice, adventurer." Publius grew impatient.

Sherlock sighed, but finally politely refused, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!" “

Publius was a little surprised by this result, but he did not persuade again: "In that case, I will accept your curiosity." ”

"Inquisitive?" Sherlock exclaimed, and a silver thread flew out of his head.

"Intellectual curiosity is one of the highest quality desires, especially if your intellectual curiosity is so strong, you should be able to hatch seven or eight forgetful birds, and it is not in vain that I have carefully designed this scene." Publius smiled with satisfaction.

Sherlock recalled what he had seen and heard at this time, and also reacted: "Then you deliberately left the clues first?" “

"Yes, but I'm still happy with your performance, and I really hope you can be one of us."

Sherlock was held in place by a spell from an alien plane, unable to move, unable to even activate his transformation, and could only watch as the silver filament grew longer and longer, and finally fell into the beak of a mesmerizing bird.

Just as he was about to give up, a ray of light suddenly burst out of his spatial ring, protecting the top of his head.

"The Book of Truth!" Sherlock saw that the silver thread showed signs of reflux, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"You've got that kind of prop on you." With a wave of his hand, Publius flew out with the other five Forgetful Birds, latching on to the silver thread.

The Book of Truth and the six Forgetful Birds each hold one at the other, constantly tugging at the silver filament like a tug-of-war.

Under the long-term stalemate, the winner was not decided, but Sherlock fainted first because of the impact of the sea of consciousness.

"I'll go, ...... at the critical moment"

……

in the real world.

"Eleven! Number Eleven! Sherlock took off his helmet and screamed.

"I'm cooking, what's the matter?" Eleven replied in the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry yet, you can come over first."

A moment later, Eleven, wearing an apron, walked in and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" “

"Let's download the virtual lover again." Sherlock hasn't landed on Virtual Lover for a long time, and today may be a little excited after the game was stimulated and went offline.

"Sorry, you used your highest privilege to block all related apps after uninstalling Virtual Valentine last time." Eleven's smile immediately froze.

"Uh...... Have I ever done anything like this? “

"Have you forgotten, after the last three minutes of solving the battle, you told me bitterly that virtual lovers ruined their lives and will never play again."

"You're lying!"

Eleven was startled, thinking that his small actions had been discovered, and was thinking about how to explain it, when he heard Sherlock continue.

"How could I only have three minutes, counting the time waiting for the download, at least five, no, at least half an hour."

"Okay, okay, half an hour, just half an hour." No. 11 wanted to roll her eyes at this time, she knew how could her Asha be so smart.

"What kind of tone are you, do you look down on me?" Sherlock always felt that Eleven was perfunctory to him.

"Of course not, how dare I, a robot butler, look down on you, the master of the wise and martial arts." Eleven comforted softly.

"Hmph, be careful not to change your T100 body if you make me angry again." Sherlock finally found a little dignity as a master.

"Okay, is there anything else going on with Axia, I'll continue to cook if it's okay."

"I'm going to eat meat today!"

"No problem!" No. 11 thought about the cockroach meat he just bought yesterday and agreed.

"How did you promise so happily today?" Sherlock was a little surprised.

"Without a virtual lover, Axia, you can only vent with iron, so make some meat for you to make up." Eleven found a plausible excuse.

"Uh, can't you really download it anymore?" Sherlock said in a dying battle.

"Axia, you die." After the eleventh finished speaking, he walked out without hesitation, leaving only a cold back.

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