The three of them looked at the mark on the dog tag, and a shadow suddenly appeared on their faces.

Could it be that it was a member of the Butland family who came to the rescue? The term narrow road couldn't have been more appropriate for Draenau's situation.

Yelena stared at the distorted imprint, trembling reflexively. Vekily quickly took her in her arms and got up and stepped back, Draenor could clearly see the panic on the faces of the two of them, even if the unconscious man in front of him was really a member of the Battery family, if he was not injured, he would not be a threat to his group with his age alone.

"It's not sure yet, let's take him to the carriage first, and wait until he wakes up to make a decision."

The figures of Vikiriko and Elena returned to the train, and Draenor carried the unconscious old man to the bed. Although the subject of the search was an old man, it was necessary to be cautious, and Draenor gently groped through the old man's shirt, as if there was no tool enough to threaten everyone except a metal folding axe at his waist.

"Well, it's a novelty." Cooper stroked his beard and stepped forward to take the axe from Draenor's hand, and drew the axe from behind him to compare the two.

"It's a bit ashamed to say, but after all these years of living, it's the first time I've seen a structure like this, the axe blade is very badly worn, and this thing is obviously not used for attack or as a tool, but more like some kind of craft."

Draenor looked at the axe in Cooper's hand, the folding axe was more vivid in color, and even the slightest signs of wear could not hide the silver streamer that emanated from its entire body.

Vikily tentatively stretched out her finger, and the moment she touched the blade of the axe, a bloody cut was made on her fingertip, and to her surprise, the wound did not heal as slowly as before, but emitted a trace of white smoke.

"Hey, it's still so sharp even if it's worn......" Vicilico quickly put her finger in her mouth, as if to relieve the burning pain, "It's obvious that this is silver, and this thing is a great threat to me." Fortunately, if I had been accidentally cut by this old man, I might have to lie down in the cemetery and sleep. ”

Draenor knew that silverware wouldn't hurt the Blood Sect just by touching, but the sharpness of the axe blade should not be underestimated, so it was better to keep it for the old man first.

The origin of this weapon made Draenor feel a little confused, no matter how he looked at it, the old man in front of him was just a woodcutter living in the mountain forest, according to what he had observed on the hillside before, he should just want to go to the mountain forest to cut down some trees, but he did not expect to go to the area where the beast is active.

"Hmm...... Yes? Sabertooth Tiger! ”

The old man suddenly woke up and convulsed on the folding bed like a nightmare. Viklico quickly reached out and grabbed his struggling arm, and softly comforted, "You're okay!" There are no beasts, you are lying on the train right now. ”

"Trains? Who are you...... Ah, that's right! You saved me! ”

Cloudy tears overflowed from the corners of the old man's eyes, and he gradually relaxed his limbs and exhaled a long breath.

"Thank you so much for coming to the rescue, kind young man...... Looks like you're not local, right? ”

Draenor walked up to the old man before Vicilico could speak, and even if the other party was an unarmed old man, he couldn't let his guard down in this situation.

"These are not important to you, but why do you choose to live in this deep mountain and old forest?"

There was only one house to be seen on the whole hill, and it was presumably where the old man lived. The old man suddenly became nervous, and his lips trembled as he explained to everyone

"I'm just an ordinary woodcutter, and the city of Boyara is very chaotic, so I really can't choose to drag my family to live in this mountain forest. It's just me and my wife left at home, we really don't have anything of value, please let me go! ”

Draenor probably understood the old man's thoughts, he definitely regarded himself as a lifesaver at first, but when he saw the weapons on the group, he must have mistakenly thought that everyone was a bandit or something. I didn't bother to explain to him dispensable, and the top priority was to find out the identity of the old man.

"'Ordinary woodcutter'? I don't believe that such a person would have a family crest on him. Draenor pulled the metal dog tag out of his coat pocket, a slight hint of impatience on his face. He didn't want the old man to feel too much fear, he just wanted to get the real information from the other party.

"Hmm...... Looks like you know the people of the 'family', don't you? The old man sighed, as if he had suddenly changed into a different person, and the previous tension and fear disappeared, replaced by an unusual calmness and seriousness.

As expected, the old man in front of her had some unknown connection with the Battery family, and Jeanne gently rested her wrist on the dagger at her waist, but it was obvious that she didn't want to hurt an old man, and if there was a chance, everyone would be willing to hear what the old man had to say.

Seeing the silence of everyone, the old man finally opened his mouth to explain, "If you are really sent by the 'family', I advise you to die of this heart, I have handed over all the money and rights to Seth and Castleler, and now I am just an ordinary person living in seclusion in the mountains and forests."

"But if you are like me and have been tortured by the 'family', please accept my sincere apologies on behalf of the family, and I have nothing of value to comfort you."

Draenor and Vicilico looked at each other for a moment, and it was enough to see from the old man's cloudy tears that what he said was heartfelt, and Draenor hesitated for a while, deciding to reveal a little about what happened to his group and the Butary family.

"Auctions? Sure enough, it fits the character of the two brothers......" The old man shook his head helplessly, as if even he himself did not want to see such a tragedy happen.

"The Butterland family was built by me, and that axe is a testament to the family's rights. Originally, we sold arms within Snowway only to balance the power of the various city-states. But it didn't take long for me to find that as I grew older, my health deteriorated day by day, and the distortions in the family became more and more obvious, and I thought that by ceding the throne of the leader to my two sons, Seth and Castleler, I would be able to restore the family's reputation, but it seems that I overestimated the brothers......"

Draenor turned his head to glance at the axe pinned behind him, "Proof of the family's rights"? It seems that it was indeed a handicraft made by the Battery family.

"Ten years ago, ever since I relinquished my position as head of the family, my eldest son, Seth, has formed a tit-for-tat force with his younger brother. Seth inherited the right to manipulate the arms, and Castleler acquired all of my property rights. Now they turned out to be mercenaries, bandits! I wish the bad news wouldn't reach their mother's ears. ”

Vicilico was quite familiar with the two names that the old man had mentioned, and if nothing else, the two men who were sitting at the back of the auction hall were the two brothers who had inherited the family rights.

"Since that's all said and you should be the founder of the Butley family, then why did you go to the forest to live in seclusion and fall to such a point?" Vickyrie is puzzled, is it worthless in the face of the struggle for power?

"yes, that sounds a bit ironic, right? But I was the founder of the family, Butrey. ”

The old man smiled bitterly, looked at the bleak forest in front of him through the car window and shook his head,

"But at the same time, I am also the father of those two children, who have been tormented by the war, and who have taken the opportunity to exploit innocent civilians. Since there is no way to save this, perhaps the only way for my wife and me to dedicate the rest of our lives to the forest can we atone for the sins we have committed in the past ten years. ”

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