The Jianbu tribe's generous return salute shook the entire Black Lizard tribe settlement.

Compared to ale and shochu, wine is more precious and tastes more in line with the tastes of barbarian samurai. Whenever you sip this fruity, crimson liquid, it is always reminiscent of the feeling of taking the whole autumn down your throat in one sip.

Hundreds of cans of wine are undoubtedly a valuable return gift, but the value of four wild cows is somewhat inadequate in comparison. The high-ranking members of the Black Lizard tribe who heard the news all left the leader's tent and came to the animal skin sac that looked like a small lake, and everyone's eyes showed an unconcealable surprise.

The head of the Celestian gestured, and a barbarian warrior scooped a cup of sweet-smelling wine from a horn and held it in both hands in front of him. A tribal elder hesitated and spoke, "Chief, let me taste it first." But the head of the Celestian shook his head and rejected him, then took the cup and brought it to his lips, and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Savoring the mellow and delicious taste, the scorching and sweet liquor fell straight into his throat, and the eyes of the Celestian head lit up. "That's a good thing!" he complimented, then shoved the empty cup to one of the tribal elders, "go and taste it, the gifts of the Walking Clan are so pleasantly surprised." ”

No barbarian could endure the temptation of wine, and the elders were no exception, and they came to the animal skin sacs, bent down and scooped up glass after glass of wine, and after taking a sip, the expression on their faces became happy, and they hurriedly took the second and third sips.

Only the old shaman Glazer took a sip, and then a strange smile appeared on his face. "This thing actually ......," he said, shaking his head slightly, "well, it's nothing to drink at all." ”

Noticing Glazer's strange expression, the Celeste leaned over and whispered, "Elder Glazer, is there anything wrong with this wine?"

Glazer brought the cup to his lips, took a sip, and replied, "Not a problem, it's okay to drink a little." ”

"It's good that there's no problem, but how can you drink just a little bit of good wine?" the head of the Celerian laughed, "You should really make an exception and drink more, elder, wine makes people feel happy, and when you drink it, you can taste the taste of autumn." ”

"I haven't tasted autumn, Celiantou, and you'd better drink less. "It's not like a regular wine, if you drink too much, it will slowly climb up your spine and punch you hard in the head." ”

The Celestian shrugged in confusion, but Glazer didn't intend to reveal the secret he had tasted, and handed the horn cup he had only drunk two sips to a barbarian warrior. The barbarian warrior accepted the gift with ecstasy on his face, and then quickly drank the crimson wine inside.

A loud shout came from the direction of the charcoal bed, and four brute cattle were set up on the grill, and eight powerful barbarian warriors shook the barbecue forks vigorously, and the huge blood-red cow corpses slowly rotated under the charcoal fire, and the blood and grease dripped down, sizzling on the fire, and the choking and tempting barbecue smoke rose.

The meat of the wild beef is not easy to bake, and although the taste is beautiful, the texture is very tough and chewy, which is really not friendly to the elderly with bad teeth. Glazer stopped for two minutes to watch, then took a plate of fruit and turned away, returning to his own round cabin.

The drums clattered, followed by wave after wave shouts like rising tide, and the light of the campfire flickered through the windows of the hut, casting warm flickers of light on the ground. Glazer smiled, pinched a dried date, raised it in the direction of the drum, and put it in his mouth.

The dates were very dry and not very sweet, and Glazer ate a few, and then two shriveled apricots and a handful of dried honey plums, feeling a little thirsty in his mouth, and couldn't help but regret a little that he hadn't scooped a glass of wine back.

Although the liquor is mixed with some harmless alchemical potion to create a false fruity aroma, at least it tastes good and is good for quenching thirst.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the house, and then the animal skin curtain was gently stirred, and a voice rang out. "Elder Glazer, I'm Alan Brick, may I come in?"

Glazer raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Of course." He did not get up, but leaned against the mound and raised his hand, "Sit down as you like, little Brick, why didn't you come to the banquet with everyone?"

"I don't drink, so let's not spoil everyone's interest. The curtain clicked, and Merlin Avery entered, under the alias Alan Brick, holding a large, rough wooden plate in his hand and a cylindrical leather bladder tied around his waist. "I saw that you didn't have anything but a little fruit, so I thought of you to hide from you. ”

Avery placed the wooden plate between the two mounds that served as seats, and then sat down next to the other mound. "My teacher at Brunfley College is an elderly pharmacist, and like you, like you, they like to eat well-boiled meats, light vegetables and fruits, and of course, some hot soups that are good for your stomach. ”

Glazer examined the food Avery had brought, and even with the most stern gaze, it was a meal that was perfectly suitable. A black clay bowl of softly stewed beef and potatoes with extravagant spices and an appetizing aroma, a small plate made of date palm leaves piled up in small piles of zibava, especially pinched to the size of a bite, and several pickled plant tubers cut into thin slices and neatly stacked in the corners of the wooden plates.

When the leather bladder Avery had brought with him unscrewed the stopper, the aroma of oats was flushed, and a warm white mist rose from the bowl. Glazer picked up a bowl and saw that it was a sticky cereal porridge with some nuts and raisins in it, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"You are very thoughtful, little Brick, and your teacher must be very fond of such a bright student as you. Glazer took a sip of the cereal porridge, delighted with the sticky taste with the sweetness of honey, and his face became more gentle.

"A lot of students are just as smart as I am and even better at it. Avery replied softly, picking up a zibava, putting it in his mouth and chewing it slowly. "Elder Glazer, all I want to know is why you are so ...... to me Preferential?"

Glazer laughed, "Shouldn't I?" he put down the cereal porridge and scooped himself two spoonfuls full of beef and potatoes, "Do I have to look like a fierce god, with a human bone necklace around my neck, and sit on a skull throne to give orders, to satisfy your suspicions about barbarian shamans?"

Avery laughed dryly, without a look of approval on his face, "But in many people's mouths, you...... It's very different from what they described. ”

"That's because there aren't many people who deserve to be treated by me, the Great Shaman of Nine Stripes, Glazel. The old shaman gave a sneer with a hint of arrogance, "If it were Tenadir sitting here, would anyone else ask a similar question?"

The prestige of the Great Wizard Tenadir among the barbarian tribes of the desert is not much different from that of the conqueror Alahan, of course, no one will doubt it. In contrast, although Glazel's strength is not very different from Tenadir, his reputation is not known how many times worse.

Even within the Black Lizard tribe, the true strength of the old shaman is not very clear, after all, this is only a relatively powerful medium tribe.

"Of course not, Elder, but that's Tenadir, and even the lords of the Empire's frontiers have to admit that he's powerful, and I'm just an ordinary apothecary. ”

"My eyes can not only see the present, but also see the future to a limited extent. Glazer pointed to his eyes, where the tattoos near their sockets were so thin and dense that they were too complex to look at. "Little Brick, do you know what I've seen in you?"

Avery was a little more cautious, "What do you see? Is it a great pharmacist? or...... Don't you laugh at my ambition, or if I can enter the temple that countless alchemists have dreamed of?"

Glazer's smile became a little strange, as if his teeth suddenly ached, "The temple ...... Little Brick, aren't you already involved in it?"

Avery almost looked surprised, but soon realized that his performance was too calm and fake. "I don't understand, Elder, the Templar is above the Grandmaster, how could I possibly already get involved in it?"

"Because of the other way, Mr. Brick, your companions are not few. Glazer said as he took an iron-gray headband from his bosom and put it on his head. "Reacquaint yourself with Grazel, an honorary citizen of the City of Wisdom. Alan Brick - If you really have that name, you must have used a fake name when you registered in the City of Wisdom?"

Avery was speechless in astonishment, and it took him a long time to recover from his stunned stunning. "This is the ember headband, wisdom reigns, Elder Glazer, what are you ...... Ah, it's hard to imagine that you're also an honorary citizen of the City of Wisdom?"

"Do you want to ask, how did I recognize you?" Glazel said with a wink of his eyes and a somewhat playful rhetorical question, "It's actually quite simple, I accepted a mission from the Bootstrap Golem, and as an honorary citizen, I have the special ability of the Eye of Time. ”

Avery was a little embarrassed, because if the Golem of the Guide had issued a mission, his true identity must have been revealed to Elder Glazer long ago, and his clumsy disguise performance would have become a farce to entertain the elders.

"I'm Merlin, Avery...... Elder Glazer, I'm sorry to hide my identity from you. ”

"It's totally fine, Avery if, if you don't hide anything, I'm going to have to think about whether I should lend you a hand. "There should be no hostility among the honorary citizens, for we have all made considerable contributions to the City of Wisdom, and the interests of the whole are aligned." But if a companion is too stupid and too innocent, then it is better to watch him go, at least that way, it will not affect me. ”

Avery scratched at his hair, his face showing sincere gratitude, "I see, so you already knew my identity before you invited me to herbal tea?"

"I'm not a god, so how could I know who you were in advance?" said Glazel, smirking dumbly, "Avery, don't be presumptuous, there's a power in you that covers you, and I can't even see through my eyes of time. It wasn't until I saw through the trauma of your mental power that I vaguely guessed your identity. ”

"Thank you so much for the herbal tea. Avery saluted again, "It was a very precious thing, and I could clearly feel that my mental strength was recovering little by little. ”

"That's why I was able to earn the honorary title of Capital of Wisdom. Glazer took a bite of the stewed potato, and explained with a fluttering brow, "There is something in the herbal tea, a refined desert specialty, and the Golem of the Guide is willing to spend a lot of civic points to buy. Otherwise, look at this barren land, and this tribe that is barely considered to be upper-middle, where can I climb to the pinnacle of the Grandmaster?"

Avery also laughed, "The study of alchemy does cost a lot of wealth, which I didn't know at first, and it wasn't until I left the academy that I felt that I was so poor that I didn't even have the money to buy some base metals. He accompanied Glazer and ate a few bites of stewed potatoes and zibava meatballs, and then continued to ask, "Then you said that the matter of wishing to have an alchemy exchange is also an excuse? ”

"No, the hope of communicating is not an excuse at all. Glazer waved his hand and said, "I'm different from an alchemist like you who has experienced systematic learning, although I have reached the peak realm of the grandmaster and have many powerful means, but the basic knowledge is not very good. I'd love to have a full conversation with you, to make up for my weaknesses in the basics, and to sort out a systematic set of knowledge that I can use to guide my few shamanic apprentices. ”

There was another commotion outside the house, this time like the sky was falling apart. Glazer listened intently as he ate the pickled tubers, but after a few seconds, the sound still echoed, and the old shaman's face changed slightly.

"It's a little weird. He grunted as he stood up, "Avery we better go out and see, these samurai who have drunk too much can do anything." (To be continued.) )