Watching Tim and the two walk away, Nalan Xingtian took out the gold coins from his arms again, and he checked the weight of the gold coins casually, and he could also feel the sincerity of the other party.

He should be back, at least here, oaths and promises are much more reliable than the world he once was.

Nalan Xingtian put the gold coin back into his arms, and at this time, a voice came from the side; ”

Nalan Xingtian looked at the prestige, and saw the old man next to him talking to himself.

"Are you calling me?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"Yes, young man. The old man slowly opened his eyes, "After listening to your conversation just now, you are a talented and experienced businessman, I have a request, I don't know if you would like to listen to it, whether you will agree." ”

"You say it first. Nalan Xingtian did not respond directly.

"This is a very rude request. The old man sighed before continuing, "If that merchant named Tim just now comes as promised, can you help me sell my goods?"

Nalan Xingtian scanned his stall again and asked, "Why don't you sell your own goods?"

"That's because my legs and feet are a little inconvenient. The old man replied, revealing his squatting feet as he spoke.

It was a pair of torn trousers, with only empty legs from the knee down, and the old man in front of him had lost both feet.

"Then why don't you shout?" Nalan Xingtian had a trace of pity in his heart.

"Because although my eyes are open, I can only vaguely feel that it is day and night, and I can't see whether there is anyone at all, although my eyes are still there, but they have long been invisible. The old man replied.

Nalan Xingtian looked at the old man's eyes, although at first glance there was nothing too painful, but if he looked closely, there was still a different difference, those eyes were cloudy, and there was not even a focal length.

"Then why do you remember that there are corners and paths ahead, which I told me when I first came. Nalan Xingtian asked again.

"I can't see it, but I've been in Oak Town all my life, and this eye, once seen, this leg, has also walked every inch of land here, and I can't remember where I can remember. The old man whispered.

"I just heard your guard's conversation, so I know you're coming, your voice is young, but I don't know how old you are, what's your name. The old man asked suddenly.

"Fourteen years old, Nalan Xingtian, a demon hunter. "Nalan Xingtian remembered that the bone age of the apocalypse was this data.

"It's so good young man with infinite prospects, I just heard you selling goods to Tim, and I have the urge to buy it. The old man turned his head to face Nalan Xingtian, although those eyes were not in focus, Nalan Xingtian seemed to feel that he was looking at him.

"I can't see you, but I think you're a handsome and tall young man. The old man continued.

"What about you? It's time for you to introduce yourself. Nalan Xingtian asked.

"My name is Luther, a crippled mercenary, fifty years old. The old man said very flatly, as if he was not talking like himself.

Nalan Xingtian looked at Luther's face, too old to look like a person of this age, half of the white hair and half of the black hair were intertwined, and his godless eyes seemed to look like a dying old man.

"Then do you still have relatives?" asked Nalan Xingtian softly.

"Dear, there is. A smile appeared on Luther's face, the whole person seemed to be a little angry, and there was a slight brilliance in his eyes, "There is also a daughter, she will come later, she is very sensible, can cook, and is very well-behaved." ”

"What about your wife?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"I'm not married, and I don't have a wife. Luther smiled wryly, "The sloppy mercenary adopted an abandoned child, and it was also a good deed of his own at that time, so that the now crippled self was taken care of, otherwise I don't know where I would have died." ”

Nalan Xingtian's gaze fell on the broken and polluted skins, and he asked, "Then who hunted these goods?" ”

"Oak Town is full of mercenaries and witchers, I've been here all my life, I've met a lot of people, and a few old friends still take pity on me and give me some broken and flawed furs to sell here to live. The old man said this, there was no sadness in his eyes, just nothing, "It's just that there are fewer and fewer old friends like this, and the young people of the year are aging one by one, and they will slowly not be able to hold a knife and hunt those monsters." ”

"Heroic twilight. Nalan Xingtian muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about? I didn't hear you too clearly. Luther asked.

"Nothing. Nalan Xingtian shook his head and cleaned up the distractions in his head, "I can agree to your request just now, and when Tim comes, I'll tell him to try." ”

"Really?" a smile of surprise appeared on Luther's face, "Thank you so much, Nalan Xingtian." ”

"Don't thank me yet, I'm just trying, I don't know if others will buy it or not. Nalan Xingtian looked at the condition of the fur on his stall again, "You are all defective products, I can only sell them at the price of defective products or even lower prices." ”

"It's okay, just sell it, I can't sell a skin for a long time. Luther's voice was low, and he seemed to have a feeling of lack of breath, "Just sell a little, so that my daughter can be fed and clothed, she is still very young, and she cannot starve or cold." ”

"Good. "Nalan Xingtian's simple answer should be reached.

"May good luck always be with you, good young man. Luther turned around and stroked his chest in the direction of Nalan Xingtian.

Nalan Xingtian looked at the old man's empty eyes and mutilated legs, and felt a complicated feeling in his heart, miserable demon hunter, Luther was just the first such person he had met, and in this place, there may have been countless such Luther.

Nalan had such an encounter after being punished, and only strength could protect himself.

"Young man, do you believe in fate?" asked Luther suddenly.

"Fate?" Nalan muttered.

"Yes, fate, you can't see or touch it, but he's everywhere, everywhere, and he's all over your life. Luther said.

"Fate, I believe it, and I don't believe it. Nalan Xingtian said softly.

"What do you say?" asked Luther.

"Is Mr. Luther a fatalist?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"That's right. Luther said.

"But as far as I am concerned, the word fate should be taken apart. Nalan Xingtian said.

"After fate is separated, fate and fortune are separated. Nalan Xingtian smiled calmly, "The so-called fate, fate is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the humility of the strong!"