Mary was about to collapse, a four-month-old baby, ordinary people could only roll over, at most they could sit for a while, but Blue was able to crawl.

At this time, Blue was picking up a blue bead, looking at it carefully, and even vaguely put it into his mouth, which frightened Mary.

Mary quickly snatched the blue bead from Blue's hand, put it back on the blanket, and quickly apologized to the middle-aged businessman, but Blue was still desperately struggling to get the blue bead back.

The middle-aged businessman's attention was also attracted by Little Blue at this time, and he put down the wooden spoon and looked at the little one carefully.

There are many adults who are interested in his beads, but most of them are women, and it is really never before that such a big baby has such a reaction.

Suddenly, the middle-aged businessman's expression froze a little, and he saw Blue's eyes, which turned out to be blue eyes, and suddenly became a little excited.

"Is your child born with blue eyes?" he asked, suppressing his excitement, to Mary.

While Mary was busy controlling the restless Blue, she politely replied, "Yes, this kid was born with blue eyes, so we named him Blue." ”

"Blue?" The middle-aged merchant nodded, pondering for a moment, as he picked up the large, transparent round ball.

"Can you let your child hold this crystal ball in both hands?"

Mary was a little puzzled, "Why did you let him hold this crystal ball?"

"Oh, just a simple little test to see if he has some legendary superpowers, like... The middle-aged merchant thought for a moment, "Well, just like those superpowers of the witch doctors in your tribe. ”

Seeing that Mary was still hesitating, the middle-aged merchant gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, "Madam, if your child has the potential for this superpower, I will give you that meteorite long knife, how about it?"

"And such a benefit?" said Mary, half-convinced.

The middle-aged merchant was helpless when he saw Mary so vigilant, "Madam, please believe me, I am the leader of this caravan, and I am Lancer." ”

"This kind of child with superpower potential is the hope of our human race, and all caravans are tasked with finding and discovering these seeds of hope, so we have no malice, just a simple discovery, to help them grow better. ”

Mary heard that this middle-aged merchant was the leader of the caravan, so she believed what he said, she had never heard of a caravan roaming the continent doing anything bad to any tribe.

The leader of each caravan is a big man who is very popular with the patriarchs and elders of various tribes, and even more so a big man that everyone can't afford to offend.

Mary hugged Blue and approached the crystal ball in Lancer's hand, who was already full of anticipation.

Mary gently put Blue's hands on the crystal ball, she put away her hand, and the little one seemed to have found something interesting, and she hugged the ball tightly with both hands.

The crystal ball was very heavy, placed on the blanket, not moving at all, Blue held the ball with both hands, and actually wanted to pick up the crystal ball, of course it was in vain, how could he have so much strength.

Suddenly, the crystal ball, which was originally transparent, began to glow blue, and at first it was only a faint blue like the sky, but this blue light became deeper and deeper, and it was a bit like the blue of the ocean, or the blue of the deep sea.

Mary, of course, didn't know what the blue of the ocean was, but Lancer had seen it.

"Oh my God, it's so blue, what a lot of potential does this have?" Lancer muttered to himself excitedly.

Gradually, a trace of gold appeared in the depths of this blue, a very brilliant gold, although there was only a trace of it, but it was very dazzling.

"Ah," Lancer didn't seem to have seen such a spectacle, "dual attributes?"

Just when Lancer was excited, expecting to see more magical sights, Blue didn't seem to like the crystal ball anymore, and he waved his hands away from the crystal ball and crawled towards the little blue bead.

Mary, fearing that Blue would do something that would upset Lord Lancer, hastened to hold him in her arms.

Lancer reluctantly put the crystal ball back in its place, and looked at Little Blue affectionately, with a kind smile on his face.

"How's Blue, Lord Lancer, there's nothing wrong with it?" asked Mary, a little apprehensive.

"Oh, no, no! no!" Lancer said three words in a row, "great, the little guy is doing great, definitely a good seed!"

After saying that, Lancer picked up the blue bead, and took out a black string woven from the hair of an unknown animal from his bosom, threaded the blue bead to it, and then solemnly tied it to Blue's neck, and the bead hung right on his chest.

"This bead is given to the little one, this is also a token of the seed plan, in the future, every caravan that comes to your clan, you can choose any commodity with this bead, completely free. ”

After saying that, he picked up the meteorite long knife that Mary was optimistic about, and solemnly gave it to Mary.

The onlookers were already amazed that the son of Red and Mary had such magical abilities and was able to get such a great benefit from the caravan.

They all want to bring their own children and test them for magical potential.

Lancer shook his head, "Your kids don't have to try, unless they're blue-eyed too." ”

A sentence of blue eyes made everyone take a break, and for thousands of years, I have never heard of a blue-eyed doll in the tribe, except for Blue.

Mary took the long knife of meteoric iron, and happily walked home with Blue in her arms, this time the trip to the market, but it was very fruitful, Buzz seemed to be infected with the happy mood of the hostess, and the steps were also very cheerful.

Looking at Mary and Blue's distant figures, Lancer took out a parchment scroll from his bosom and dipped it in a special potion with a quill pen and recorded it in detail.

"In the 2713th year of light, the Wolf tribe of the Lost Forest found a blue-eyed baby, name: Blue, Psychic Power: Blue and Gold, discovered by Lancer Bruce"

After the record, Lancer carefully rolled up the sheepskin scroll and put it in his arms, still talking to himself with some excitement, "This is a good deal, dual attributes, good deal!"

If Mary had been here, she would have been amazed that this Lord Lancer could write, which is a skill that only a witch doctor can have, and the tombstones of all the tribesmen are written by the witch doctor and her apprentices.

Moreover, the 2,713th year of light seems to be a calendar year, which these primitive tribes have never used, which seems to confirm that these caravans came from the mysterious south, the more advanced and civilized south.