The figure in the distance disappeared between the blades of grass in the breeze with the old man's question. It seems to be a phantom that has never appeared, and it seems to be a wandering spirit that has been glimpsed in a trance. But the warrior doesn't doubt his senses, and Lothar doesn't take what he just sees as an illusion. The man, or the humanoid thing, whatever form he had, was wearing the same grey robe as cheese from that tower in the far north of the world, and he was absolutely sure of that. Of course, what is also certain is that the gray robe is not cheese.

"Who is he?" Unlike Lothar, who was unaware of the figure's appearance, the old man who saved him was obviously aware of the presence of the gray robe, so it was possible for him to know the identity of the other party.

The old man withdrew his gaze from the place where the figure had disappeared, and his gaze was in a state of distraction for a few seconds, but when he pulled Lothar up from the ground, his eyes had returned to their original brightness, "You have a lot of questions today, and they are all about the point. It's just that you're asking the wrong person this question, and if you want to know who that person is, you shouldn't ask me. ”

He shouldn't have been asked, but the implication was that Lothar should have asked him to go and ask another gray robe, who was from the same school, and Cheese must have known something about his fellow disciples. But now in addition to knowing the identity of the gray robe, the Count also needs to know the identity of another person, "Then I will change the question I should ask you, who are you?"

"You'll know this right away. Come on, let's find a place to take care of your wounds, if that ground bear really lives on carrion, its claws and teeth will be poisonous. You have to deal with the poison before it gets deep into your flesh. After this reminder, Lothar suddenly realized that his wound did not hurt much, which was not a good sign, and the vague pain at the wound was a precursor to poisoning. The Earl, who realized this, had no intention of continuing to ask, after all, he had been saved.

The old man's unusual familiarity with the steppe did not mean that he easily discerned the direction, but that the ground under Lothar's feet did not once turn into soft and irregular dirt as the two of them made their way towards the dwelling in his mouth, and they walked on dry and flat ground with every step under the former's guidance. Even, as they advanced, even the weeds in front of them became looser, as if there was a path here, but there were too few people walking and it had just been recycled by nature. Of course, this kind of thing does not exist, and the reason why the two of them walked so smoothly in the grass was because the person leading the way completely mastered the habits of the grassland, and had a common sense of the distribution of plants and the condition of the ground.

Therefore, it didn't take much time for them to get to the yurt. When they reached the yurt, the copper kettle on the stove was just boiling, which meant that if the old man had not rushed out of the room in the middle of boiling water, he had calculated everything, including Lothar's injuries. If this is not the case, why is the copper kettle not milk tea, but medicinal soup?

"So, you're a shaman. "No one but the shaman is isolated, and no one but the shaman has these strange things in their room. The plants and animals that hung on the walls, the plants and animals that Lothar said they had come up with and could not name, and the large and small clay pots on the shelves showed that this belonged to a polymath, and he even saw something that was extremely uncommon in the grasslands, books. Some of the books were similar to the Grey Lion's, and some were made using binding techniques he had never seen before.

"Have you seen any other shamans?" the old man smiled, acquiescing to the guess. He spotted where the Count's gaze had rested, and stood up and pulled out a few books from the shelves and brought them to Lothar, the sides of which were marked with symbols, which were supposed to be a hint to make it easier to identify the contents of the books. It is worth noting that among these books are books written in elven script and other languages that the Count has never heard of. "Most of it is herbal knowledge and some terroir, and occasionally people in the market will sell it from other places, and collecting them is my hobby. ”

"I've seen one, Wu Qi from the Shale Department. Do you understand all of this?" Lothar asked, pointing to one of the books written in elven script, even in a country like the blue lion that lives next to the elven language, it is extremely rare for anyone to understand elven script. It is much more difficult to learn the languages of other races than to learn the languages of different human cultural circles, which involves the fundamental differences in the understanding of the world between the two races, and there is almost no real correspondence between the words and languages born under different understandings, and the difficulty of learning can be imagined.

"Wu Qi, well, I have the impression that the kid is a good seedling. The old man nodded, his fingers lightly stroking the pages, "If you want me to read them out in the original language, I'm afraid I won't be able to do that." But if you want me to understand what it means, it's okay. Language and writing can be understood slowly as long as there is a comparison, and what is needed is time and patience. ”

It sounded familiar, like it came out of cheese's mouth. The difference is that Cheese is only in his twenties after all, and there is a difference in thickness between the word patience when he says it and the old man when he says it. However, it was enough for Lothar to realize what kind of person he was talking to, and compared to Wu Qi, the old man had not said anything about the spirits until now, which was not the same as the shaman who did not leave the spirits in three sentences.

"It's a little late, but I still want to say thank you for saving my life. If there's anything I can give back to you, it's my duty. The Earl, whose wounds had been treated, bowed his head respectfully and said that it was natural that people should give back when they were helped, let alone save their lives.

The old man was silent for a moment, "On the grassland, if you save someone's life, you have the right to take one-third of his property, you can't want it, you can't give it." But property is of little use to me, an old man, and no amount of cattle, sheep, gold, and silver is just to maintain the functioning of this body, and the days I can still function are numbered. So, you're the best warrior I've ever seen, and if you protect me for a while, you'll pay the debt, what do you think?"

"This—" Lothar hesitated, "with all due respect, I'm traveling with a friend, and I'm going to cross the grasslands, so I'm afraid I can't stay here for long." But if you would be willing to do so when I return from the steppe, I would be grateful. ”

"Hahaha," the old man laughed a few times, and looked at the Count more softly, "don't be afraid, I didn't want you to stay with me for too long. I'm old, but you can make the world a little brighter, and I can't take her father away from a girl. ”

"How did you know I had a daughter?" the Count blinked, he had not said a word about Helen.

"Just look at your face and you know, what a person has been through and maybe will go through, will show in his body. In the past, some shamans could even tell when and when the person would die just by looking at his face, but I can't do it, I can't learn this method, and I don't want to learn it. But that method is not always Turine, dividing people. Those who repeat their past deeds day after day will be tried. But for those who keep trying to change, no one can predict their future. ”

Lothar scratched her head, he only understood half of the shaman's words, "Then you mean, how long do you need my protection?"

"Not far away, you just have to follow me until midnight in four days. When I'm done presiding over a ceremony, it's all right. ”

Four days later, at midnight, the Earl now knew who the old man was. He is the only shaman in the entire wolf lord tribe and the presiding officer of the fire summoning ceremony.

"Dare to ask your name. ”

"Old, ugly. ”