I wanted to laugh when I saw the little girl's serious appearance, but I was worried that laughing would affect my first impression, so I couldn't help laughing and nodded pretendingly.

The wise man's room was not as luxurious as I had imagined, and the white walls were much softer under the not-so-bright lighting, and the furnishings were simple, a table, a bed, a chair, a bookshelf, and an unknown clay figure on the ground.

These are probably the precious objects that the little girl focuses on.

Carefully circumventing the clay figurines, I walked over to my chair, saluted the old man sitting on the bed, and said, "Hello, Wise Man. ”

She was a kind old woman who couldn't tell how old she was, but I could tell from the ears hanging down either side of her cheeks that she and Florence were of the same race, both dog-people.

The wise man narrowed his eyes, looked at me, and twitched his nose slightly, probably sniffing the smell of my clothes.

After observing for a while, she raised her hand, pointed to the only chair, and said, "Sit down, noble young man." ”

My pupils constricted, I hesitated for a moment, and as I slowly sat down, I tentatively said, "Wise man, are you talking to me?" ”

"Is there anyone else in this room besides our grandchildren and you?"

I was silent, quietly staring at the seemingly unsimple wise man in front of me.

"There is no need to be so vigilant," the wise man said calmly, "you will not be harmed in any way, because there are no more adventurers in this town than you." ”

"How do you know?" I vigilantly touched the hilt of the demon knife, ready to fight back at any time.

"I'm a dog-dweller, and the dog-dred's nose can sniff out many things that ordinary people can't detect, including magic."

"Even if your nose can smell magic, but the dignity of your status has no taste!"

"The dignity of identity is naturally tasteless," the wise man said: "But the quality of the wine can still be distinguished, and the wine in your bag is probably the top in the entire Zephyr Continent." ”

"It turned out that I was 'betrayed' by wine," I laughed to myself, reining in my vigilance.

"Looks like you're a good student of wine," he untied one of the bags of wine, unplugged it, and poured it into the nearest glass to the wise man.

The dark purple liquor is like a mountain spring, filling the turbid glass cup, and the slightly trembling liquor reflects an attractive light in the not bright light.

The aroma of the wine, and even more so, fills the room as soon as the syrup flows out of the bag.

The little girl, who had been fiddling with the clay figures, had stopped her movements at this moment, raised her head, and greedily sniffed the sweet aroma of wine, like an addict who smelled the smell of cigarettes.

Without hesitation, the wise man stretched out his hand, picked up the wine glass, carefully put it in front of his nose and sniffed it lightly, sniffing it for a long time before he was satisfied: "That's right, this is the smell, I haven't smelled it for a hundred years." ”

As she spoke, she moved her glass to her lips and took a sip.

After a few seconds of silence, her wrinkled face suddenly bloomed like a flower, and her originally slightly gloomy face began to brighten.

"It's still so refreshing, it's still so mellow, it's just divine blood," the wise man had a happy expression on his face.

"I want to drink it too," the little girl walked up to the wise man at some point, tugged at the corner of her dress, and said, "Monica wants to drink too." ”

The wise man did not rebuke the little girl, but carefully handed the cup to the little girl: "Drink it, but taste it well, remember its taste with your heart, and not a drop can be ruined." ”

"Hmm!"

The little girl answered, took the cup, took a small sip excitedly, smashed her mouth, and said, "What a strange taste, a little astringent, and a little sweet." ”

"You are too young to know how to taste it," said the wise man, "but you must remember the taste." ”

The little girl nodded blankly, looked at the wine glass in her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while, walked quickly in front of me, raised the wine glass high, and said, "Can you please fill it again?" ”

"No rudeness, Monica," the wise man mused, "he is a guest, and it is up to us to entertain him, not to ask for anything." ”

"Yes, I know I was wrong."

Monica said this, but her hands were still holding the glass high and looking at me with a wistful expression.

I smiled, pulled the stopper out, tilted the mouth of the bag, and filled the glass again.

Looking down at the overflowing glass, the little girl carefully moved her steps and handed the glass to the wise man again.

The wise man glanced at the little girl, sighed a little helplessly, took the cup, took the part that was about to overflow into his mouth, and swallowed it very cherishingly, and then put the cup on the table, and apologized: "Monica offended you just now, please forgive me." ”

"It's okay," I waved my hand, tucked the stopper, put the water bag on the table, and said, "Since the wise man likes it, I will give this bag to you." ”

The wise man bowed his head slightly, and said, "No merit, say, young man, what do you want to know from me?" ”

"I want to know everything about that Gobi dozens of kilometers away from here."

"So that's where it is," the wise man said thoughtfully, "Can you tell me first, how much do you know about that Gobi?" ”

I told the wise man everything I knew about the Gobi, and I hid only the mausoleum of Fred Alexander.

The wise man said: "You already know a lot about that Gobi, why do you still come to me?" ”

"Because I want to know more."

The wise man looked at me meaningfully, and said slowly: "Young man, in this house, except for you and me, there is only little Monica, a child less than nine years old, and you don't need to worry about the wall, the people of Hyjal City are simple, it is not an exaggeration to say that the road is not left behind, and the night is not closed, and the only people who really have greedy hearts are those foreign invaders, and the arrogant and lascivious nobles, but at present, the invaders have not come back for a long time, and the great nobles do not look down on this poor town at all." ”

After a pause, she continued, "So, you can say the purpose of your trip without any scruples, without being disturbed by anyone. ”

I looked up and looked at the wise man, her eyes, though not bright, were pure, and she wasn't lying to me.

In that case—

"I'm looking for an ancient tomb in the Gobi, and at the entrance of the ancient tomb, there are two huge statues, one of which is a spider, and the other one I can't say what kind of species it is, but it has a pair of sharp horns."

After the description, I looked at the wise man and said sincerely, "I hope to find them with the help of your wisdom." ”

(End of chapter)