Al endured the pain of licking the flames, and cast a first-level prophecy spell necessary for a mage on himself, and spoke all night. While shaking the barbecue grill and shouting the lingua franca of the mainland, the language of the eagle, and the language of light, after collecting enough of their phrases to pronounce them, they shouted unfamiliarly

"Put me down! I'm a doctor! I'll see a doctor!"

Matilda, an experienced adventurous experience, once said that powerful professionals who are on the go are also far less popular than doctors.

This backward village should need a doctor, it should be needed!

The crowd looked at each other, and when Al saw that they had stopped dancing, he shouted even harder.

"Let him go. The village chief, dressed in a fur robe, pointed at him. Immediately, two young men removed the hot and swaying Al from the barbecue grill and uncovered the ropes.

Al spite of his slick demeanor, he rolled on the ground in pain. The back and ass were roasted red.

"Child, you said you would see a doctor?" the village chief looked at him gloomily, and the fading animal pattern was particularly terrifying.

"I'm a trainee physician, I can only see colds, fevers, hemostasis, trauma and the like, and I will only do these medicines" In order to survive, Al IQ, who is not good at socializing, quickly explained honestly, and did not brag about it.

"It's already remarkable. If you know this, you are a friend of our village, and if you lie to us, you will keep making our food. ”

Always make their food?

Al shuddered, and hurriedly promised that he could do it for them now.

"How can you say our words?"

"I'm still a mage apprentice, and I've been transformed by magic," Al wisely explained briefly, Barrett and Norma had also taught them their experience, and it was better to talk less when you were a captive, and if you talk too much, you will lose, but die from talking too much, and there are countless examples.

"Oh?" the village chief snorted meaningfully

"Give him a piece of jerky, Dales, he is your prey, and you keep an eye on him until tomorrow to make the medicine. ”

"Yes, Great Elder," replied Darius, who had taken him back, and with a touch of his waist he conjured a rope woven of vines, and threw it around his neck, dragging Al away like a dead dog.

Unwilling to be humiliated, Al obediently followed him to a tree by the edge of a thatched hut, and gave him a piece of jerky when he left.

The village party was held with singing and laughter, and then the village dinner was disbanded and returned to the house.

Al waited for Dales to enter his thatched hut, and then plucked some creeper leaves from the fence on one side and knitted himself a straw skirt with magic tricks. Then he obediently sat under the tree and hugged his arms to keep warm, and there was still an unpleasant smell of grease on his body, and he couldn't sleep.

I was still thinking about being at home during the day and ready to accept an unknown fate, but now I arrived in a strange place. I don't know what will happen to my parents and brother.

What will happen to Rouomman.

Running away blindly in a strange place, no one here cares about his blood and identity. It's a big deal to fork him back to the barbecue grill again.

It was already winter, and the snow was falling in the night, as if to mock poor Arr. Al pursed his lips and used his family skills to control his body temperature so that he would not freeze to death.

He began to miss his parents, his brother, and the family's unlimited supply of rare delicacies. Aunt Miranda's grilled fish and steak, vegetable bisque. And also.. The most important hot baths.

After a night, Al's strong body did not freeze to death, and the sequelae of teleportation finally subsided. But he still looked weak and hungry.

He also had only the experience of Matilda and Barrett available.

Al was covered in snow-covered armor and wore a straw skirt to hide his shame. The village chief seems to be different from the tenacity of Al Life, but it snows and cannot hunt or go in search of herbs. The village chief didn't really care about this doctor who didn't know whether it was true or not, after all, he was too young to be trusted.

Al was quietly chained to a tree at the door of Dares's hut every day, never making a noise, and eating whatever Dales threw him. Never do stupid things like running away and resisting.

Only the children will come to play with this snowman who can't fight back and scold and don't fight back.

Although these savages eat people, they are still spiritual creatures. Al's chubby, haggard and pitiful appearance attracted the motherhood of a huntress and exchanged the goods with an undeniable force, took Al to another house, and gave her a warm mushroom soup and a blanket of animal skins. However, the chains around his neck were not removed, and he was treated as a pet for fun.

"Piggy, where are you from? Marcia, the huntress, asked Ar, who was consciously cleaning and tidying up the room for her master, lying on her bed.

"Outside the forest, I accidentally got separated from my family. According to Matilda, the reader, there is no deception, but there is no truth. After all, explanations like teleportation are too cumbersome, and they can't understand them.

"Oh, it's pitiful," Marcia said pitiful, but like a naughty girl, she secretly pulled off the strap of Al's fur apron and fell to the ground, seeing Al blushing and hurriedly covering herself and putting on her apron again.

There were only forty or so people in this village, and the old people who could not move and those who were seriously injured would go into the forest alone after dark and never come back. The children lived together and were raised by old warriors and women, and all the young and young men went hunting. Women have to give birth to the men in the village after their combat strength declines, winters, and aging.

Al estimates that the hunters here are all at or above the level of level five, and they are haunted in the forest, and their combat effectiveness is amazing. As for the village chief, who looked eerie and mysterious, he couldn't see anything except that he knew that he would conjure flames and treat the villagers.

But the occasional scars that leaked under the robes were certainly not as simple as a shaman who could play tricks.

The so-called healing of the sick is also to apply dark green anointing oil to the wounded, pour a cup of holy water where it is uncomfortable, and the patient will drink it devoutly.

Some people will be fine, and some people will still die.

It takes ten days and half a month for a snow in the forest to melt. Looking at the laid-back appearance of this village, it seems that the food for the winter is very well prepared. At least Al gets a warm broth here in Marcia every day. Food was always abundant for the young and strong, and Al always saw the children outside the house drinking soup and eating the leaves.

But he was still hungry, so he let Al eat with his stomach open, and the food in the village was afraid that it would not be enough for him. He couldn't help but miss his house outside the city, where the food in the kitchen was always endless.

Beautiful women are only the strongest warriors who have the right to mate. Marcia is one of the few women with the same sharp teeth and hideous face, and she never refuses to be exercised by someone in the snow. It seems that this is a sacred ritual in the village, but after that, men who are not as powerful as her will be thrown out like chickens.