Amber returned a few days after her absence, and sure enough, the camp was larger than before, and there were many more houses made of wooden planks between the tents, and there were some drying grounds, sheds, and warehouses scattered throughout the camp, and a new sawmill had been built on the banks of the Whitewater River, next to the rudimentary temporary docks, and the rammed pavement connected the camp and the facilities around the camp - it was as if it had taken the form of a permanent habit, and it had begun to change from the camp to the territory.

That guy's tossed labor system is still very effective.

The dumb-headed little maid had already run to inform her master, while Amber was idly flustered in Gawain's tent, and beside her stood an old man in a dirty grey robe, with a floppy hat, and a disheveled beard.

The old man, who looked like he had been dug out of the slums, was a professional that Amber had found, and he was standing in the middle of the tent, carefully keeping his distance from everything around him, but his eyes were wandering around like a profiteer in the Lord's Castle, while Miss Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for more than half a month, and muttered, "The stonemasons and carpenters have begun to live in wooden houses, and he has a tent, I really don't know what is in his head......"

"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him suddenly spoke at this time, "Is that what you said true?" Is that really the same Gawain Cecil from 700 years ago? The one that has been rumored in the South lately? ”

"Of course it's true," Hetty rolled her eyes at the little old man, "can I dig it up with my own hands?" Let me tell you, don't look at the Cecil family is so poor now, their ancestors are very powerful, and the whole person is a mobile treasure trove......"

The little old man touched his messy beard: "It's true, little girl, let me tell you, my skills in antique appraisal are ......."

Amber was stunned when she heard half of it: "Huh? Wait! Aren't you a druid?! ”

The little old man was twisting his beard and suddenly froze, and looked at Amber dumbfounded: "I ......"

As soon as he said the word "I", the heavy curtain of the tent was lifted, and a bright light poured in, and he was immediately blocked by Gawain's strong body of nearly two meters—the little old man and Amber were startled at the same time.

Gawain, on the other hand, as he entered the tent, noticed the extra stranger: dressed in a dirty robe, a strange garment between a short robe and a long robe, and almost all the edges were fried; He wears a soft hat with several holes in it; The beard is messy, and God knows how long it hasn't been washed; The whole person is old and shriveled, but his eyes are bright......

That's right, it's a real hermit style .jpg

Gawain silently made a judgment in his heart, the image of the little old man in front of him almost perfectly matched his imagination of a druid who escaped from the world, kept company in the jungle, and mastered countless ancient knowledge - although if he saw the other party on other occasions, he might think of him as a beggar in the slums, but Amber said that he was going out to find a druid, then this is the druid painting style in front of him.

A certain elven shame can actually find a druid to come back (at least it looks like it), it seems that he was a little wrong about Amber before.

Expressing a little apology for Amber in his heart, Gawain strode to meet the little old man in front of him: "Welcome, in the name of the Cecil family, this land has been waiting for a true scholar for a long time. I'm Gawain Cecil, and you've heard my name. ”

The little old man also woke up from his momentary stupor, and immediately a particularly bright smile appeared on his face (that smile was not like a hermit): "Ah, your name is known to everyone in the whole continent, and it is a pleasure to serve you and your territory - I don't know that the antiques that need to be identified are ......"

Gawain also spoke at the same time: "The arrival of the druids will definitely ...... for this land"

"Antiques?" "Druid?"

The two of them spoke in unison, their faces confused.

"Did I hear me wrong?" Gao Wen was stunned and said, "You just said that you were appraising antiques? I asked Amber to find a druid......"

"Druids? Not an antique appraiser?! The little old man was also surprised, "I thought I was looking for an appraisal of antiques!" ”

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth suddenly twitched, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the half-elf lady who was trying to shrink her head into her abdomen: "What did this half-elf 'lady' tell you?" ”

The little old man said casually: "She said that she dug up a seven-hundred-year-old antique, and I didn't ask for details and rushed over......"

Gawain reached out and grabbed Amber's pointed ear, and the latter let out an exclamation, and the thorn slipped out from under Gawain's hand, and disappeared into the shadows everywhere.

But someone reacted faster than her: before the thief could fully enter the Shadow Realm, Gawain staggered on Amber's escape route and activated the knight's talisman aura, and as the invisible aura effect spread, Amber suddenly came out of the shadow state in a trance, and hit his head on Gawain's chest and abdomen, screaming on the spot.

The camp is under-defended, and in order to respond to emergencies at any time, Gawain is not in armor.

Rebecca, who had an iron head, hit a bag on Gawain's body with her head, not to mention Amber with an iron head, Miss Half-Elf was hit all of a sudden, and after breaking away from the shadow form, she covered her head and turned around in place twice before stopping, and was grabbed by Gawain's ear, she immediately shouted: "Oops! It hurts, it hurts! Open up and open ......"

"What's the deal with antiques from seven hundred years ago?!" Gawain glared at the shame of all things, "What about the druid I asked you to find!?" ”

"He's a druid! I don't know what it's like to authenticate antiques! Amber was also aggrieved, and shouted loudly as she tried to break free from Gawain's claws, "I casually told him to dig up an ancient man from seven hundred years ago, but I didn't expect him to actually misunderstand!" ”

The little old man looked at the farce in front of him dumbfounded, and finally came to his senses faintly: "Wait a minute, the old antique you said seven hundred years ago is Duke Gawain Cecil?" ”

"Don't mention 'antiques'! He's going to kill me! Amber screamed, "Didn't I tell you everything! Gawain Cecil has come back to life, and I woke him up with my own hands! But I didn't let you identify him—I thought you understood! ”

The little old man glared: "I thought you stole this ancient hero by the way after waking him up!" I still wonder how you can fool people, and after stealing the grave and digging the grave, you can still get the person concerned to agree to you to come to someone to identify the antiques......"

Gawain: "......"

After going through the historical greats he knew in his previous life one by one, Gao Wen finally suppressed the urge to throw amber out on the spot, and looked at the little old man in front of him with a smile: "So...... You're not a druid? ”

Unexpectedly, the little old man touched his beard after hearing this question, tidied up the tattered gray cloth robe, and said in an unfathomable tone: "It depends on the specific situation and your needs, if you have the right conditions here, I can also be a druid......"

Gawain was stunned: The druids still have "can be"?

"Are you a druid?" Gawain frowned, "I need the druids to assist with the agricultural construction of the territory, and I don't want any problems with this work, so you'd better be cautious about your answers." ”

After a farce, he now has a rather serious distrust of the little old man in front of him with a hermit painting style.

But he saw the little old man smile slightly, and took out an inconspicuous seed from his arms, he threw this seed on the ground, and picked up the water cup from the table next to him and poured some water on the ground, and then chanted a word, and after a while, a green light rippled in the place where the seed landed.

The seed sprouted at a rate visible to the naked eye - a small sprout, but it was an eye-opener for Gawain.

"Look, look! He's a druid! Amber suddenly shouted, "Why don't you let me go!" It hurts to death! ”

Gawain let go of the half-elf's ear with a confused expression, and looked at the little old man with a strange expression: "So you are really a druid...... But what does it mean to be an antique appraiser? ”

"I did be a druid in my early years, and I was a true Woodheart," said the little old man, puffing up his chest slightly, "but an antique appraiser is also my profession—so to speak, there are very few antique appraisers in the entire South who are better than me." ”

Gawain felt inexplicable: "The druid who studies flowers, birds, fish and insects and the appraiser who studies antiques, how did you get together when these two professions are not next to each other?" ”

"The main thing is that there is no money," the little old man said, "when the druid is too poor, he starts a side business." And let me tell you, I'm more than capable of these two, if you don't have a cook here, I'll order barbecue and soup......"

Gao Wen not only trembled the corners of his mouth this time, but even the corners of his forehead couldn't help but tremble twice: "As long as the price is right, you can still give people divination, right?" ”

The little old man pressed his beard: "It depends on how much money you pay, if the price is right, I can learn now." ”

Gawain looked up to the sky and sighed, and said in his heart that he was indeed worthy of the person Amber had recovered, this kind of development was simply natural, he neither underestimated Amber's temperament nor overestimated her virtue, this "agricultural expert" simply met Amber's standards of conduct.

A guy who has no reliability at all, but is really a druid.

"That'...... He's okay, right? Amber watched Gawain's reaction cautiously before she dared to speak, "At least the druids are real." ”

"It's better than nothing," Gawain sighed and looked down at the little old man, "Then from today onwards, you will be the druid of Cecil's territory, and I will give you a proper reward...... What level are you? ”

"The third-level woodheart's druid, and at the same time a third-level spell herbalist," the little old man said with a smile, "and a good barbecue master, don't you really think about it?" ”

Gawain twitched the corners of his mouth, "No, I have a maid who cooks well—I'll pay you the same way I hire a third-level official spellcaster, but only if you first refine a batch of growth-promoting potions to prove yourself." Materials and tools we will provide. ”

The little old man nodded again and again with satisfaction: "Of course you can, of course you can." ”