Chapter 100: The Village
On the second day, Rodin discovered that the girl was quite willing to join the Flint tribe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Along the way, the chamber of commerce guards, and a flowery woman, a girl, and a little Lolita Qiqige all left a good influence on her.
But she expressed a certain degree of resistance to letting others take care of little Ryan.
"I can take care of him, he is my own brother, not a burden!"
Cynthia was still a sixteen-year-old girl with a lot of plasticity, and she shouldn't spend most of her time taking care of the little ones. Rodin insisted on this.
I could only patiently explain to her: "We don't want to leave little Ryan to someone else to raise, just to let a more professional mother who is better at taking care of children come to us." β
"Isabella promised me that if we joined the tribe, we would take care of the house, we would have a common home, and then the mother would come to our house to take care of little Ryan, and we would see him at any time. There is no need to worry about this. β
"Our common home?"
Cynthia's gaze was a little misty and longing.
"The most important thing is that I think you should take the time to learn some ways to protect yourself, after all, in the future, I want to travel around the entire Central Continent with you. β
The expectant and gentle gaze relieved Cynthia's defense, and when she heard Rodin's vision, her whole body fluttered.
"I'm in his plans for the future!"
"IβCan I really travel with you, travel the world?"
He lovingly scratched her Joan's nose: "Little fool, of course, you have already boarded my thief ship, and you will not be able to join me in the future." β
"So seize the time to learn some knowledge, see and hear, and exercise must also be on the agenda!"
"Hmm!"
The issue of joining the Flint Tribe and the resettlement of Little Ryan has basically been negotiated.
For the rest of his day, he basically taught Kikige and told fairy tales to the women. And after dinner, because the body not only fully recovered, but also improved the quality, the practice of swordsmanship was restarted.
After the swordsmanship is practiced, meditation and blood refining are carried out at night.
Every day is fulfilling.
It is worth mentioning that the one-handed sword that Leviathan left to him, Odim, is as good as Elwin, a sword that can sharpen iron like clay, and is also a good conductor of the power of the bloodline.
When he injected the power of the bloodline into the sword weapon for the first time after becoming a powerful man, the sword and the arm holding the sword immediately produced a feeling of flesh and blood, whether it was the two-handed sword Erwyn or the one-handed sword Odim, all of them were more handy, like the command of the arm.
The ancestral dragon bloodline is good at attacking and strengthening, and it can attach a thin layer of black flame to the sword body, and the blade of the sword cuts through the hard ground, making it as easy as cutting tofu to create deep and thin sword marks. With such power, it is easy to penetrate the armor.
There is no doubt that with the blessing of the power of the bloodline, the lethality of his swordsmanship has been greatly enhanced.
When you perform the slashing sword technique again, you will have the illusion of wielding a lightsaber in Star Wars, which is cool, sharp, and extremely cool.
For some reason, he didn't tell anyone other than Cynthia about the Elder's bounty.
But the enhancement he received was real, and when he meditated, he could clearly feel that his mental power had increased several times compared to before. It is estimated that it saved him half a year to break through the wizard, which means that it may only take two and a half years for him to become a wizard.
Moreover, after the mental power is improved, the memory analysis ability is also greatly improved, and there is a feeling of unforgettable. This has played a positive role in promoting swordsmanship cultivation and meditation.
The biggest change is the blood seed, after absorbing a large amount of wood pith, it has reached the critical point of the black iron step, there is a feeling of fullness, it has eaten to its heart's content, and the nutrients it absorbs from Rodin's body every day are greatly reduced.
He could feel the heart-like beat in his right eye, and it seemed that a thin layer of paper was missing from breaking the cocoon into a butterfly and taking root.
Maybe as long as he honestly refines the blood seed for a while, it will be a matter of course.
He'll also be a Bronze Rank powerhouse - on par with William!
"Isn't the foundation too solid?"
The rapid improvement made him feel like a dream, and he became more and more diligent in his cultivation.
On the eighth day of leaving the Blood Forest, half a month after the caravan set off.
They crossed the plains, crossed the Ash Canyon, the Blood Forest, and climbed narrow mountain trails.
Along the way, I saw all over the green mountains and green waters, forests and wilderness.
A meandering, babbling stream comes into view.
Behind the stream, the red-brick and green-tiled villages loom in sight, and smoke curls from the cooking.
The caravan temporarily stopped moving.
"A few people came with me to the village to collect some vegetables, and I was short of dry food for many days. β
Rodin had just finished today's arithmetic lesson, and he had nowhere to vent his energy, so he volunteered to join the team.
A group of six people, carrying a pair of trucks, walked towards the village.
However, dozens of meters away, the silver arrow badge on Rodin's chest began to "buzz".
It was a badge to remind him that there were monsters in the village.
But at this moment, you can still see the sparse crowd in the village, and there are no monsters to haunt you, and the hasty scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.
He slowed suddenly.
"Be careful, everyone, I feel something is wrong. β
"What's the matter? β
Several of the guards didn't care, but they secretly held the weapons at their waists.
It's a very small village, with about 100 families.
The roads in the village are crude, the natural mud and sand are unkempt, and livestock manure can be seen everywhere.
Houses with grass and wood structures.
Beneath the low shack is a crude fence wall.
On the small dam in the courtyard surrounded by a fence wall, several village women strolled leisurely, and dirty children played vigorously.
In the fields near the village, farmers are still working hard.
Although it was winter, the crops in the fields were growing well.
The villagers were dressed in old-fashioned and frugal clothes, more or less dipped in dirt, dust, and grass clippings.
There are no superfluous decorations on the body, and it looks simple and honest.
A group of them, five big men with knives, and a one-eyed swordsman, no matter how you look at it, they are not good at stubble.
A hint of panic and nervousness flashed on the faces of several villagers who were aware of it.
"Did you put us on the spot, bandits?"
Suddenly, a young yellow dog barked and ran up to them, flattering and seeming to stick out its tongue and wagging its small tail.
"Buzz, buzz, buzzβ"
The fluttering of the Hunter's Emblem is even more intense.
There is no doubt that they are getting closer and closer to the hidden monsters.
"Should I take care of it?"
Looking at the situation in the village, there is no sign of monsters causing trouble.
After just a moment of reflection, they decided to get down to business first.
A few people came to a house, and shouted with a pleasant face from afar: "Old man, we are passing by a caravan here, and we want to collect some vegetables from you, do you have any sales?"
"You are really caravan guards, you can't be robbers disguised to deceive us, right?"
"Good faces. β
"Outsiders, where did you come from and where are you going?"
The villagers were simple and simple, perhaps because there were no robbers in the vicinity, they easily believed a few people, became enthusiastic and cheerful, and surrounded a circle of about a dozen villagers.
As soon as they heard that they had come to harvest vegetables, the villagers generously packed up their surplus vegetables and brought them over.
"Young man, take these, we can't eat any more. β
"We also have a lot of them in our family, do you collect them?"
Chinese cabbage, turnips, potatoes, baskets, bags, in just a quarter of an hour, piled up the entire truck.
The horses pulling the cart snorted, and seemed to feel that the cargo was too heavy to pull.
"One by one, everyone comes to collect the money. β
The food in this village has no export channels, and most of the food is self-studded.
According to them, this year's harvest was good, and there was a lot of surplus grain, and the remaining livestock could not be eaten, so they had to be pickled or recycled into the fields.
Therefore, the price is extremely low, and the originally kind villagers intend to give them away for nothing.
The caravan guards still gave some Marelli to each of the families who delivered the food.
The villagers couldn't refuse, and accepted it a little shyly.
"Big guy, if we pass by here next year, we'll come back to buy groceries. β
After that, everyone prepared to return.
Rodin was worried about the constantly vibrating Hunter's Emblem, and he was still unwilling in his heart.
What if this monster is the first to come to the village and has not yet started to do evil, and he is gone, what will happen to the villagers who will be harmed by monsters in the future?
Seeing the ugly faces of the nobles, he didn't want this group of kind and simple people to lose their lives.
"You go back to the caravan first, and I'll be here in a moment. β
After greeting several of the guards in the van, he returned to the village.
A middle-aged woman looked at him: "Young man, why did you come back after you finished harvesting the vegetables?"
"Auntie, I don't have anything wrong, I just want to ask if there are any strange things happening in your village recently?"
The aunt suddenly said with some vigilance: "The village has always been peaceful, there is no dispute with the world, and it is normal. There's nothing to worry about. β
Rodin keenly sensed that something was wrong, but the villagers were tight-lipped and strangely disgusted by his relentless pursuit.
"Adults can't do it, so you can only change the target. β
He found two children playing behind a cottage in the village, and looked around to see that no one else was looking.
"It's a pity there are no sweets. He touched two Magneti Marelli and spread them out in his palm.
"Kids, see what this is?"
"Big brother, is this for us?"
"As long as you come back to my questions, the money will be yours!"
The child smiled innocently, clapped his hands and cheered: "Yes, yes, just ask!"
"Has anything strange happened in the village lately?"
"No, big brother. β
"Have you ever seen any strange people or animals?"
"Strange?"
One of the children suddenly bit his finger and frowned, showing an embarrassed expression.
"But my mother wouldn't let us tell the strangers. β
Rodin's heart moved, and there was something strange.
When asked about this, he was actually able to leave.
Since the children in the village all know about this strange thing, it means that even if this monster exists, it does not cause substantial harm.
Curiosity kills cats.
Because of curiosity and nosy, he has been in danger many times.
However, he still went his own way, especially after awakening the ancestral dragon bloodline.
There is no fear in his dictionary.
He decided to keep asking.
He gently stroked the child's messy hair, revealing a harmless smile that he thought was amiable.
"Just tell your uncle quietly, and I promise you that I will never tell your parents!"
The two children looked at each other, but after all, they couldn't recognize the temptation of money.
"You have to talk, big brother. β
"Actually, in the cellar at the back of the village, there lives an uncle who is terrifying. β
"But Mom and Dad, as well as other uncles and aunts, respected him and called him the god of heaven. They also said that Uncle Tenjin knew witchcraft and could make the crops in the village grow well and have a good harvest all year round. β
God?
A strange feeling welled up in my heart.
"Put it away, don't be discovered by adults. β
Handing Marelli to the two children, he asked again about the location of the cellar and walked cautiously over to it.
In order not to be discovered by the villagers, he deliberately walked outside the village and circled around the cellar.