According to the elf, who is supposed to be from Canaan Moor, the carriage that Ian saw when he slew the Sharpclaw Tiger was his property, and the coachman was a hired servant of Nauman City.

He originally planned to come to Nanling and go deep into the Baisen Mountains to go to the autonomous region to investigate and study the culture of the mountain people, but he did not expect that before he crossed the mouth of the Indishan Gorge, he was attacked by sharp-clawed tigers around the theoretically 'quite safe' Agate Stone Plain, and he fled in a hurry, but unfortunately the coachman and carriage were killed at the first time.

Warcraft generally don't go out of their way to eat ordinary people who are not sublimated, after all, human flesh is really small, and most ordinary people at this time don't have much fat, and they take a lot of effort to chew their bones, so it's better to eat a few more bites of camel beasts.

In short, he is very grateful to Ian and avenges his carriage and coachman.

As a token of his appreciation, he decided to give Ian Fifteenthal and a gemstone bracelet of elven craft.

The gemstone bracelets are exquisitely made, and the emeralds are all genuine, and the price is almost a dozen thalers, which is a very valuable jewelry.

"I don't need to...... Save this money and leave it for the family of the driver who died in an accident. ”

But Ian wasn't very cold. Instead, he looked at the green-haired elf in front of him with interest, and met the other's golden eyes.

Even in the world where Terra's average appearance is handsome and beautiful, there are still high and low appearances, and according to human standards, the elves are all handsome without exception, but the elf in front of him is also excellent among the elves.

The elf, who called himself 'Anfa', wore a scholar's robe, his long green hair fell straight down to his waist, and his physique was well-proportioned and smooth, worthy of what he called 'frequent field exploration', but a long iron chain hung from his right shoulder, which was tied diagonally to his chest and abdomen until his waist.

This is a representation of the 'lifelong oath' in the Terra Elven oath culture, and is commonly used in some important ceremonies. Of course, no one usually carries this thing with them, but the elves also have a martial art that can use iron chains, and I don't know if this elf thinks the same way.

"I am touched by your generosity."

Anfa's words were full of surprise, but he quickly regained his usual politeness: "As you wish, I will add the thank you money that was originally given to you to the funeral expenses originally planned for the victimized Mar family." ”

Ian nodded slightly, but he still cared very much about the blue mist on Anfa's body in his eyes.

Yes, Anfa is a sublimator, and his strength is not weak, it should be a water system.

Although he may not be able to beat the crazy sharp-clawed tiger, he is not as fragile as he pretends, as if he is just an ordinary scholar.

This elf is very well disguised, even Ian can't sense the slightest aura of a sublimator with an ordinary source texture, and if it weren't for the foresight, he would really hide it from him.

"This technique of concealing the aura is worth learning."

Because he is always seen to hide his identity, Ian is now also thinking about how to better hide his breath - but he also knows that this is not realistic, and the one who can really see his hidden identity is not an acquaintance of the teacher back then, but simply a witness who has long known his identity.

For such people, the general method of hiding is not useful.

As for the other party's hidden strength, Ian doesn't care too much, anyway, he also hides his strength, and everyone is each other.

At the end of the exchange, Anfa also expressed his request: "Respected knight, can I go with you to the Lyon Collar?" I don't mind traveling late at night and am willing to get paid. ”

"Naturally."

Ian agreed: "You don't have to be paid, didn't you say you're some kind of 'minority cultural researcher'?" I'd love to hear from you on the road about your research, if you don't have to keep it confidential. ”

"If you wish."

The elf smiled and saluted.

Unlike the faint sense of detachment that comes with his handsome appearance and polite demeanor, Anfa is actually quite talkative, or rather happy to explain the results of his work to others.

According to Anfa's own introduction, he was actually originally a researcher at the Canaan Moore Institute of Ancient Civilization.

However, in the process of research, he noticed that the culture of the indigenous people, mountain people and migrants in various places was inextricably linked with the civilization of the previous era, so he decided to give up the comfortable research environment of the research institute and go to the countryside, wild forests, and dangerous areas to communicate with the locals and explore some of the hidden truths in their ancient legends and myths.

With the passage of time and the expansion of civilizations, these primitive indigenous cultures are disappearing, and many of the history of the Lost Ages is only survived by the ancient legends of the indigenous and mountain peoples.

"Our continent is full of wars, and the Sattar Empire is the oldest and most stable country, but even so, three major changes are equivalent to a change of dynasty, and the research materials destroyed by the Dark Moon Turmoil are the summary of the painstaking efforts of scholars in the past hundreds of years."

When he said this, the handsome elf's expression was extremely regretful: "There is a lot of work that must be started again, and I can only do my best." ”

Ian knew that Anfa's research path was actually quite correct - just like the Redwoods, the predecessors of the Redwood Natives, who were the remnants of the Terra civilization in the pre-era.

Their legends and rituals are inextricably linked to the technology and history of pre-era civilizations.

It's just that this is undoubtedly a dangerous job, and the mountain people can say that as long as you respect their dragon god, you may be able to treat you to a hot meal, but the natives of the redwood forest are different, and they will most likely turn the investigator into a hot meal.

Even for the more moderate natives in other places, simple exchanges are fine, involving the deeper legends of their culture, and participating in various rituals and sacrifices, it is definitely not easy to set up.

That had to be the result of their full approval, and it was unlikely to be an area that an average researcher would be able to cover.

"I would have hired a group of adventurers to accompany me, but at the moment I am actually on vacation, and I only came to Ryan to learn about the history of the integration of the imperial people and mountain people here, and I never thought that there would be such fierce beasts around the Agate Stone Plain."

When he said this, Anfa also showed a helpless look, Ian nodded slightly, the truth of this sentence exceeded 90%, which was much more credible than the previous half-truth self-introduction.

"Merge with the mountain people?"

So he also followed the conversation and said: "I don't know much about this, can you elaborate on it." ”

"Absolutely glad."

Except for the suspicious parts of his body, Anfa was indeed a qualified researcher, and he had done his homework before going to the mountain people's autonomous region.

Contrary to what many outsiders believe, the Lyon Territory was not an occupation zone, but a pilot area for the integration of the Empire and the mountain people.

The original Baron Ryan was a descendant of the intermarriage between the Imperial and the mountain people, and served as a bridge during the post-war peace talks.

Medicinal plants such as golden-leaved trees, glow grass, and psionic plants are also the traditional planting techniques of mountain people, which are used by hunters to heal their wounds, cultivate sublimators and psionics.

It is said that the mountain people who intermarried in those years were still extremely noble elders, and every few generations, Baron Ryan would marry or recruit a mountain woman and man.

"Although all the tribes of the mountain people worship the dragon god, there are many differences inside, and there are many tribes with a tradition of cannibal blood sacrifice like the redwood natives, but most of them have been changed or exterminated."

Anfa also expressed interest in the redwood natives, especially after Ian learned that the redwood natives had been defeated and subdued by Port Harrison.

Still, he planned to visit the mountain people first

Ian listened carefully throughout the whole process, greatly satisfying his curiosity.

And he also found that after telling himself these histories, Anfa, who was sitting in front of the carriage, took out a pamphlet and wrote some words on it seriously.

Even if he looked backwards, Ian could still see clearly that the words 'Knight of Goldleaf Town' were talking about himself, and the plus number behind it was not quite clear what it meant.

He laughed, "You can call me 'Guide'." What's written in this book? Ah, with all due respect, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it. ”

"Haha, it's just a record of the people I met and the people I did."

Anfa didn't care about this either, he looked up with a smile after changing 'Knight of Golden Leaf Town' to 'Guide': "In my journey to study a few cultures, I have met many good people who have helped me, and I have also met many people who have deceived me. ”

"The proverb of my hometown of Canaan Moore, 'All words are false, but actions in hand are true' – I will write down everyone's actions one by one and write them down in numbers in this booklet to avoid forgetting."

"For example, Mr. Guide, for your kindness to the victim of the slaughter of the sharp-clawed tiger that attacked me, and your willingness to take the Ryan Territory with you, you are '+175'...... Well, based on the amount of time we spend together, that's quite a high score, and you're a good person. ”

Ian Qi said, "Isn't this the dwarven book of hatred? Just an extra part of the friendship section. Or is it part of your Elven Oath culture? ”

Of course, it was more like some kind of prestige or favorability system, and he didn't expect anyone to really count it themselves.

"No, it's my personal habit."

Putting away the 'Book of Little Hatred', Anfa lowered his eyes and sighed slightly: "Feelings, kindness and hatred are difficult to calculate, but there must be a measure, so I will record it as a reference." ”

"No matter what the attitude is, whether it is laughter or disdain on the surface, judging only by actions is far more accurate than listening to words."

"Well, it makes sense."

Ian didn't comment on this, but in his mind, he changed Anfa's impression from 'suspicious elven scholar' to 'interesting and suspicious elven scholar'.

The camel beasts weren't fast, but with Ian's faint input essentia to eliminate their exhaustion, they still reached Ryan's territory before the sun rose in the morning.

A forest town surrounded by a sea of purple and orange flowers.