"The Hunter kid wants to learn how to fish with me, but his legs and feet are no longer suitable for mining in the mines."

In the courtyard in front of the wooden house in the fishing village, an old man with gray hair squatting on the ground said to an old woman beside him: "Maybe he still wants to move in, you have cleaned up the house of the Budd family next door in the past two days, no one has lived in it for more than ten years, you must clean it." ”

"That kid is over sixty years old, what else is he learning to fish?"

"There's no way not to learn, you can't eat if you don't learn."

"Who let him marry so many concubines, pay taxes and pay all the family property."

"If you want your son to live more, you have to marry more concubines, if you don't have a son to support, who cares about you when you are old?"

"You don't have a concubine, don't you have three sons who are adults?"

"All three sons have gone to war, Harrag, Khairy, and Pilf, and I will be content if one comes back."

"At least you've had three sons."

"That's my seed health ......"

Under the sunny sky, two old men talked about their lives without scruples, and the black-haired boy squatting next to him silently drank a bowl of fish soup while listening to all this.

There was no useful information, but it was a relaxing experience for Lan Li, especially after a long period of running around and pondering his left hand, he had not lived such a quiet life for a long time. Looking back, it seems that this silence was ...... after leaving Storm's End

Thinking about it, he suddenly frowned, and then raised his hand and pulled his empty shoulder.

There was nothing to be seen there, but his hand clearly ran into an obstacle, and as he pushed it, it seemed that fleshy claws were on the back of his hand, and at the same time he felt a kind of furry warmth.

This is the black cat named Bellerion, the invisible but real cat, Lan Li confirmed.

When he broke away from the Seven Sons Quest, he found that the cat had disappeared, or that after seeing it in the water, he thought that the cat had become some kind of ghost.

At that time, he guessed whether the black cat was also affected by the mark on his wrist, and it disappeared as a result, but there were not many clues, so he didn't think much about it.

When he lived in the High Court, he always felt that there were people around him when he slept, so he thought of the cat that had "turned into a ghost", and even guessed that the cat might have changed into the animal state that was not completely replaced, invisible, but existing.

It's just that the animal doesn't leave a reflection in the water, and at the same time can be touched, and no matter how much he fumbles, he can't touch the presence of a cat at all.

So this problem became an unsolvable mystery, and when he had time, Lan Li took it out and pondered it, but he didn't have much thought.

Later, when he left the High Court and stepped onto the battlefield, he didn't have time to think about such things that seemed unimportant to him - the constant rush made him even forget the existence of the cat a little.

It wasn't until he had seen the cat's reflection on the beach two days before, and it wasn't until he was struck by the air that he was sure that the black cat, called Bellerion, was indeed as invisible as the replacement animals, but it seemed to be something special in comparison......

Because of that "scale" on its front chest?

Lan Li guessed.

There is a gold-gray "scale" between the hair on the front chest of the black cat, which can be clearly observed through the reflection of Lan Li, and believes that the scales may be made from the dragon's eggshell that he has lost.

And he hadn't forgotten that the dragon eggshell and Raya were of the same origin......

It's just that he doesn't know exactly how it is, the invisible black cat not only can't see, but also can't make a sound, and even Lan Li hopes that his psychic heart characteristics can take effect here and then understand the "heart" of the black cat, but the result is also unresponsive, not as good as his "octopus son".

I don't know if the black cat doesn't have the desire to communicate with him, or if he can't communicate in a special state.

Because of this, Lan Li couldn't understand how this cat got in front of him?

You know, he has been diving with storms along the way, even if this cat has followed him out of the high court, it is impossible to keep up with him?

This is another unsolved mystery......

He subconsciously chewed a piece of fresh but not fishy fish in his mouth, and his thoughts were full of Lan Li didn't notice that the surface of the bowl of fish soup that he held in his hand was causing ripples, obviously being stolen by a strange pet who was pushed off his shoulder, and the two old men squatting next to him were still talking, and they also didn't notice this special situation.

"I really hope that King Balon can win the battle, so that those juniors will no longer have to suffer like us, mining and fishing all day long, fishing and mining, and being deceived by those merchants from ......the green land."

The old man drinking the fish soup chattered, and finally looked at the boy on the side.

"Little Robb, you're leaving today?"

Lan Li, who was interrupted by the words, came back to his senses, first spit out a fish bone in his mouth, and then nodded: "Yes, the scheduled time has come, I won't go, my son won't wait for me." ”

In fact, he finally found an opportunity to leave here, so he was ready to leave, but he wouldn't tell the old man about that.

"Then let's go."

The gray-haired old man nodded: "Don't let our good king wait for a long time, otherwise you will suffer." ”

There is a popular saying among the Iron People: those who own ships are not slaves, and there is also a saying that all captains are kings of their own ships.

These sayings confirm the special nature of navigation and ships in the Iron Islands, and as a result, the fishing and seafaring raiders in the Iron Islands have a high status, and those who mine and farm land are looked down upon, and are generally the work of the slave class. After Greyjoy was liberated, the Iron Folk had to play in person.

During this period of stay, Lan Li felt all aspects of this special culture, and also understood why people here had to shout all day long to restore the ancient road.

Without him, life is too hard, the iron people are too poor, resources are too scarce, and the geographical location is too fucked......

Everything in every aspect has come together to form the ancient path unique to this race, not just nature. Therefore, throughout the history of the Iron Islands, although there are many rulers who want to abandon the ancient road, none of them have succeeded.

……

After eating the last fish soup here, Lan Li left a few pearls he had touched during his diving in the hut where he lived, and then left in the padded linen shirt and trousers provided by the old couple.

The old man in the courtyard behind him seemed to be a little reluctant to leave the boy, and kept looking at his back into the distance, until he could never see him again, he turned back and said to his wife with emotion: "Look at the momentum he walks, he will be a well-known iron type when he grows up." ”

"Little Robb is a good boy." The old woman was brushing the dishes with a wooden basin at this time, and nodded in agreement when she heard this: "It's just that it's a little too wild to run around when you're not old." ”

"Wild what? Can't our cubs in the Iron Islands be like those sheep in the green land, being raised in stone houses and bleating and waiting for others, what can we do? The old man replied disdainfully, and then he was about to stand up with his crutches, when he suddenly saw a group of people hurrying over outside the courtyard, which made him sigh, and then hurriedly knocked the old woman on the knee with his crutches.

"Hurry up, the salt tongue is coming!"

In fact, the old woman had already found out before he called him, so she hurriedly followed her husband to her knees, and then greeted her with a little restraint.

"Hello adults."

Normally, the people greeted them like this, and the flooded priests would open the seawater leather bags they carried with them, and then water them to give blessings, but now the group of flooded people wearing coarse linen robes and carrying driftwood sticks did not return the salute as usual.

The first old flooded man with a pair of gray eyebrows patted the kneeling old man's head instead, and asked urgently, "Do you have a child living here?" ”

"Little Robb?"

The old man replied, "Yes, my lord, you ask this—"

"Where is he now?" The drowning man interrupted him.

"It's gone." The old man replied, "I went to Sealskin Point, and said I was going to take a boat back to Old Wick Island, and the boy was from Old Wick Island." ”

These words made the group of more than a dozen people look at each other, and then muttered to each other in a low voice, which seemed to be quite excited, which made the old man look inexplicable, and vaguely guessed that the identity of the little guy who lived in his house for more than half a month seemed to be unusual, so he couldn't help but ask.

"My lord, what are you looking for little Robb, what are you doing?"

"Don't call him by his name, that's—" A young flooding man frowned when he heard this, but the flooding man next to him grabbed him and shook his head.

At this time, the old flooded man at the head replied: "That kid is very important to us, old Eddie, maybe you have done a meritorious service." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the sea bag he was carrying, blessed the two old men with sea salt, and hurried away with the group of drowning people, muttering something like the woman really wasn't lying.

This made the two old men in place at a loss.

"Isn't little Robb still the son of Lord Baron?" The old woman asked suspiciously.

"There are many sons of King Balon, and I haven't seen how polite these drowning people are." The old man who came back to his senses snorted in reply, then stood up with a little difficulty, and walked into the house with a crutch.

"Don't care, don't care, the big guy's affairs have nothing to do with us."

"They also said there was merit......"

"How many days do you have to live? Merit useful? The old man who stepped into the house reprimanded: "If you have time to think about these things and some don't, why don't you think about what to eat at night!" Fish soup fish soup, fish soup all day, I'm tired of drinking it......"