Yuffie understood what the other party was trying to say. The balance of magic can easily be upset by outside forces, and that can lead to the disappearance of the 'home'. Despite their habit of being displaced, the relocation of the people of Yanwu was still difficult—and if there was such a mess, the purpose of their visit would have been ruined.

She nodded silently, raised her hand and stroked the shoulders of the two beside her, removing the protective spells that were still in effect one by one.

Gray-brown, canvas-domed houses gradually came into view. They were a little too plain, and from time to time they shivered slightly, as if the wind was any stronger and would be completely overturned.

The blonde girl withdrew her gaze from the distance and glanced at the woman beside her. "The environment is not so bad, but I have to move at every turn, and I can't use 'magic' yet...... Sure enough, this place is still not suitable for human life. She lamented, "It's a shame that you've been able to stay here." ”

"For us, that's enough." The woman explained in a low voice, not knowing who she was talking to, "As long as you live, it means that there is hope." She sighed and shifted the subject, "Come with me, I know where the person you're looking for is." ”

……

The two followed the women of the Yanwu tribe through the simple and crumbling fence and walked all the way into the 'home' formed by the group of houses. Perhaps because they did not appear to be threatening, the passers-by, though uneasy, did not show any obvious vigilance.

Even the uneasiness didn't seem to be directed at them. She soon found that there were only withered old men and emaciated children left in the camp, and almost none of them were left in the camp as the 'guides' around her, and the relatively strong Yanwu people. She posed the question to the women around her, but they remained silent and just led the two of them deeper into the camp.

They stopped in front of an unremarkable house—in fact, due to the lack of materials, all the dwellings here were the same, only in varying degrees of dilapidation. The woman gently tugged at the charm hanging by the door, made the crisp bell sound, and said something in a language that the two of them did not understand. Soon, a deep voice came from inside, but it changed back to the language of the Inil.

"Are there any guests...... Welcome, come in. ”

She and Lin thanked each other and followed the women of the Yanwu tribe into the house. The interior was as rudimentary as she had expected—no tables or chairs; The bed was a greyed linen cloth spread on a mess of shredded fur; The canvas that makes up the outer wall of the house is only one layer, which has been simply treated with oil, barely able to protect it from the wind and rain; The innermost part was bare, no thicker than a finger on a wooden frame that creaked every time it was shaken.

Yuffie listened to Elena and Ann describe the tents where the Saatchi lived. Although they are also relatively modest for ease of dismantling, the thick and warm buildings made of felt are already luxurious compared to the 'dwellings' in front of them. The 'shack' was stripped of all 'unnecessary' fixtures and decorations, as if it had been ready to be discarded from the start.

This proves what the 'guide' said from another angle. When bad luck, the tribe moves once or twice a month. In a harsh wasteland, where there is a lack of livestock to carry the animals, any excess load is quite deadly. However, even if the wind and sandstorm could not invade the oasis, it was hard for her to imagine how the house in front of her could withstand the cold of the moor at night.

An old man sat alone at one end of the 'bed', watching them walk into the house. He was as thin as everyone Yuffie had seen here, his dark-brown skin clinging to his skeleton, his face covered with furrows, and only a few pale strands of hair and beard. However, the slightest cloudy gaze proves that the other party is not really old.

"Sit down." The old man picked up a few cushions from the side of the bed—three pieces of relatively intact felt—and threw them beside them, "Tell me what you came for." My name is Yan Qi, just call me by my first name, travelers. ”

Whether it is the words, the tone or the attitude of the old man, it means that he has a glorious past. If the other party had some connection with the royal family of the former Great Qi, it might be able to increase the success rate of their 'plan' a few points, Yu Fei thought to himself.

She and Lin glanced at each other and sat down cross-legged like Yan Lun. The woman who brought them in looked at the old man's gaze for a moment before she carefully sat down on the side.

"Yuffie Stanmidz, and Lynn Campbell." The girl also simply gave her name, crossed her hands over her chest, and made a witch's etiquette to the other party, "I want to ask you about Shui Yun's identity in the Yanwu Clan, and her experience since childhood. ”

The old man nodded. "His Highness Shui Yun." His body straightened up a little, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face, "Sorry there is no tea here." Fortunately, the story is not long, so let me tell you about it. ”

……

The story is not far from Yufie's speculation.

Shui Yun is the daughter of Shui Zheng, the last king of 'Great Qi', and his youngest child. Since he was a child, Shui Yun has been very intelligent, and he has also shown excellent talent in magic, and has been loved by almost everyone in the palace. Shui Zheng even half-jokingly said that if the other children didn't work hard enough, he would pass the throne to Her Royal Highness the princess. Of course, not many people took it seriously - her two brothers, who were also excellent brothers, had just studied and trained harder than before.

However, Shui Zheng didn't get to see her grow up with her own eyes. The king misestimated the empire's ambition and strength, and the Qi kingdom, which refused his 'invitation', soon ushered in a sword and an iron hoof. No one knows what happened, but the army and land of Daqi only supported for more than half a month, and the two princes and many soldiers who led the army also slept on the battlefield.

Shui Zheng had no intention of surrendering. He personally guarded the royal city and resolved to die with the country. He finally issued a royal decree allowing the people of Daqi to stay at their own discretion. Shui Yun, who was only nine years old, was arranged by him to follow the guards out of the royal city and go to the realm of his allies to escape the calamity.

But Shui Zheng never expected that Yingzheng's goal was far more than just a big Qi. Wherever the iron hoof trodden, the surrounding countries and city-states were either merged into empires or reduced to wasteland. Soon, Shuiyun, who had nowhere else to go, chose to step into the lifeless Extreme Eastern Plains, like those who refused to be recruited by the Empire.

And then ...... She met you? Lin tilted her head and guessed, shaking her head again, "But in this way, how can she become the 'Lord of Mist' of the Empire?" ”

"Not really, Miss Linn." Yan Qi stroked his sparse beard and sighed with some regret, "The harsh environment and lack of food and clothing, coupled with the brutal monsters roaming around, His Highness Shui Yun's guards died one after another on the way to travel. And it was then that an old man who called himself "Sora" found her. ”