"Actually, I know someone who has a similar background to yours." Vicky said as she sat directly across from the old man, reaching out and touching the shawl draped over her body.

"It's the guy I said I was looking for in Canaan, my cousin, Fredo. Sashini. ”

Vekiriko glanced at Draenor and continued to the old man. Draenor had some impression of this man, and earlier in her encounter with Viklico, she did say that she was going to Canaan to find someone, which turned out to be the name.

"Her mother, my aunt Ashlika, married the prince of Sadreau, Robert, in the same year I was born. Slee Vallilian. Sadro, ten years later, gave birth to my cousin Fredo. ”

Vicilico said to the old man. The old man sighed, took the brewed tea and poured it into a cup, handing it to Draenor and Vekilic. He brought the cup to his lips and blew it, a rose-like fragrance that filled the room.

"Hmm...... The surname Sashini is not ordinary, it is a surname used only by the mixed descendants of the Nikanlos and the Sadro people. My full name is: Igor. Dustruss. Sashini. Igor is my first name, Dustruss is my father's family name, and Sassini is my half-breed surname. ”

He pursed his lips and carefully took a sip of the hot tea, enjoying the aroma of the flower tea tumbling in his mouth.

"How did she leave?" Igor asked in a muffled voice.

"I don't know the specifics, but I found an invitation letter in her room, the name of the place is vaguely marked, but it is printed with a mark like this."

As she spoke, Viklico gestured with her hand to a flame on the table.

"I don't know what it symbolizes, but the mark is certainly not Flactu's. The Imperial City sent an army to search all of Nikanlos and the surrounding areas, but I knew that she was not here at all, but had gone to other continents, though I didn't know exactly where. Vicky said.

"Hmm...... It looks like the mark of the Holy Flame, yes, the Holy Fire. Igor said as he looked at Vickyly's comparable pattern.

"This is a very old totem, from the Grish civilization of Canaan, and it symbolizes the sacred fire that Prometheus passed on to mankind. When I was younger, I heard of such an organization, made up of the various civilizations of the world, even the Canaanite humans. Calling themselves the bearers of the flame, they travel between civilizations and work as mercenaries. ”

"That is, is this organization a mercenary?" Vicilico asked nervously.

"You can say that, but they still have a conscience and will always think on the side of the majority. Two centuries earlier, they had tried to intervene in the Vlaktu Civil War, but their plan was unsuccessful due to the size of St. Peter the Great's legions.

But if you are going to go to Canaan to find this girl, I suspect that the chances of success will be slim. If I'm not mistaken, their headquarters are in the New World of the West, the continent of Emery. ”

The old man Igor's expression was very serious, if it was the same as what he said, then Fredot would be on the Emeli continent.

But why did Fredot join the mercenaries? She is a sister who grew up with her, ten years younger than herself, and has liked to be alone since she was a child, and in Vikirico's memory, Fredot has always been a taciturn character.

But she knew that Freido was a child who loved life and nature, and she must have her own difficulties in making such a decision. In any case, after Draenor's curse is lifted, she must find a way to find a way to find her cousin's whereabouts in that Emeli continent.

"I have one more question, if you allow it." Vicilico said to Igor and then turned her head to look at Draenor.

"How much do you know about the White Flame in Nikanlos Alchemy?"

"Bai Lian...... Flame of White Refinement, hmm......" Igor frowned and thought carefully, he grabbed the gold-encrusted clawed pipe on the table, took out a match from his bosom and swiped it on the table, and the bright flames danced on his fingertips.

"All the people of Nikanlos know a little bit that it was once a tool used on corpses or certain objects to turn them into lifeless monsters, which is how we used it to resurrect our family.

I'm not going to ask you what story you have with this thing, but I can only remind you that if you use the fire of white refining to save people, what you get is not the so-called resurrection from the dead, but an equivalent exchange, to obtain a powerful and difficult to die life, so that the life becomes as strong and scorching as the fire, but over time, the soul will slowly burn out and disappear like a candle. ”

Igor lit his pipe as he spoke, tossing the match into the matte brass ashtray and watching the flame struggle to extinguish little by little.

"Yes, we know that...... It couldn't be clearer. Vikily said thoughtfully, looking at the few wisps of smoke that rose from the extinguishing of the match.

"But it's not entirely impossible to unravel this family curse. As far as I know, there are two ways – one is to destroy the lives of the cursed in exchange for the freedom of the soul; The second is to absorb another life, an ancient and powerful life, to suppress the growing beastly nature in the cursed person, so as to neutralize the curse of the White Refining Fire. But I only know a little bit about it, and only the old-timers know the specific method. ”

Obviously, the first method is absolutely not worth considering, but the second method is too abstract and vague for Vickyly to understand what is meant by "an ancient and powerful being".

"Is there no other way to go?" Draenor didn't get a clear answer from him.

"Anyway, that's all I know." Igor pushed away his chair and walked to the stove to hold three bowls of stewed porridge in front of them.

Vikily looked at the bowl of porridge, a porridge made of beets, carrots, a few eggs, and some malt.

"I'm a vegetarian, so if you don't like porridge, please forgive me for not having more food to serve you." As he spoke, Igor scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a wooden spoon and put it into his mouth.

"Are you vegan?" Vicky sensed something was wrong, if he was a vegetarian, why did he raise so many sheep?

"And those sheep outside the window?"

"Ah, you said I raised the sheep." Igor swallowed the hot porridge and explained to the two, "It's not for me to eat, it's for them." Igor pointed out the window with a spoon.

"They"? According to Draenor's previous observations, the only inhabitant of this valley is old man Igor, and "they" mean some beast that lives in the valley?

Just as Delano wondered, a sheep's scream came from outside the window, and he quickly ran to the back door and looked out through the window, only to see a huge humanoid monster grabbing a sheep and preparing to send it to the mouth.

The behemoth had thick limbs, no visible neck, a misshapen head the size of a carriage directly attached to its shoulder, and the monster had eyes of various sizes, which were looking in the direction of Draenor standing.

"What's that......" Draenor trembled with fear, and although he was often called "giant" in the army, he looked like a skinny monkey in front of such a monster.

"It's a giant, a Leysin giant to be exact." Igor explained to Draenor unhurriedly as he ate his porridge.

"Don't worry, there are only three giants in this valley, a family of three. They only come to me to collect some 'food' when they really can't find food, you are afraid of them, but they are even more afraid of you. The Misarians have almost wiped out this creature in the last few hundred years...... Hey, Art! What did I tell you, you can eat as much meat as you like, and the sheepskin must be left for me! The old man shouted at the giant.

Laceon giants, Vickyly heard stories about them from her grandfather as a child. It is a monster that lives north of Vlaktu, and legend has it that they are descendants of the Ancestral Giant Ymir.

Despite their vicious appearances, they almost never actively harm civilians unless threatened.

But during the expansion of the Nikanlos Empire, the Misarians saw them as beasts slaughtering livestock and civilians, and their ruthless hunting brought them to the near extinction of the northern realms.

"This guy...... It has to be 10 meters tall! Draenor stared at the behemoth covered in sheep's blood and sat down on the ground.

"Ah, my name is Yat, it's the only child of the giant couple, it's still a toddler, it's about fifteen meters tall. After all, its parents are both big guys in their twenties tall, and it can grow taller. Looks like my flock won't have enough for it to eat......"

Igor said calmly as if he were introducing his neighbors. Although the giant was called a "toddler", it was also fifteen meters tall, but fortunately it had no intention of attacking people.

"Wow, look at it! A living giant! Viklico walked to the back door and stared at the giant who was obsessed with fresh lamb.

"Spectacular, right? I was also shocked when I saw them for the first time. But over the years, a tacit understanding has developed between us, I herd sheep for them, and they protect me and my house in the valley. Speaking of which, hundreds of years ago, Art's father was a single young man, and it took me a lot of effort to get on a good relationship with him. ”

Igor went on to explain. This time, Vickyly could feel his father's affection for a child in his tone, and for an old man who had been imprisoned in the valley for two centuries, everything in the valley seemed to be his child. Igor looked up at the clock hanging from the roof, the hands already aligned with the letter "ten" in the Misarian language.

"Hurry up and finish your meal, you should rest too. Rest assured, it will naturally return to the stone mountain when it is full. Almost no one in this valley would want to come in except for the herdsmen, not even the people of Deshmeg. ”

There was a strong confidence in Igor's tone, which reassured Viklico.

She took Draenor back to the table and finished her porridge, then lay down on the sheepskin in the drawing-room, and closed her eyes tiredly.