Chapter 128: The Nameless Shop

Lear stood in front of an old and nameless shop on a remote street in Wildfire City and asked, "Gandalf, is this the shop you said sells maps of different fires?"

Such a tattered shop, which exudes the smell of decay and decay, is more like a shop selling dead people's supplies than a shop selling the strange fire materials that countless people covet. If it weren't for Gandalf, he wouldn't have been able to find such a dilapidated shop without a name or sign.

Gandalf nodded, and said with a look of respect on his face: "My lord, this is it, I can't imagine that more than twenty years have passed, and there is no change here at all. The owner of this shop is a mysterious person, and even the Lord of Wildfire City does not dare to go wild here......"

Stunned, Lear followed Gandalf into the old, dilapidated shop.

The shop was very darkly lit, with all kinds of miscellaneous items in a haphazard manner, many unknown monster bones hanging on the walls around it, and a huge black and old wooden counter that was old for I don't know how many years, covered with a thick layer of dust, and filled with all kinds of paper debris, almost making it impossible to plug in.

"Cough, cough, cough......" A dull cough came from behind the counter, and Lear noticed that there was an old man behind the counter, his face was wrinkled, and his long eyebrows were almost half a foot long, but they were so dirty that he couldn't distinguish the color.

Lear couldn't believe his eyes, this was clearly an old man in his last years, maybe the wind would blow his thin body away, and if he accidentally fell somewhere, he would never be able to climb again......

"Master Breivik, is that you?" said Gandalf softly, "I'm Hardir Gandalf, and I was ......guided by you twenty years ago."

The old man in the depths of the room slowly raised his head, his eyes almost obscured by wrinkles, and he said weakly: "Oh, Gandalf, I didn't expect you to become a sixth-level gray-robed mage, um! It's almost seventh, nice boy, hehe, what's the matter with you coming to my map shop again?"

A small beast oil lamp illuminated the gray space, and Lear finally saw the true appearance of the master of Breivik, an old man with a strange face, and his cloudy eyes seemed to flash with a wise light under the gray light.

Suddenly, he was stunned by the faintly visible cyan pattern on the hands covered by the old man's gray-black robe! Yes, it was the pattern of a giant cyan wolf, but the wolf had three heads!

The cyan giant wolf is the totem worshipped by the Evenks, and they will be born with a strange paint tattoo on their chests, but in the ancient legends of the Evenks, there are some awakened Evenks who also have this pattern on their hands, but this legend is too long ago, and now, almost no one believes it, but the tradition of tattoos is still preserved.

As for why the tattoo on the old man's hand was three wolves, it is not known to Lear......

"Let's look for the map of the alien fire, my lord...... No matter how much it is, we will pay ......," Gandalf replied respectfully.

"Wait a minute, Gandalf. Lear hurriedly said: "Lord Breivik, I want to know about the tattoo on your hand...... Now the Evenks have almost been strangled together, and the few remaining Evenk hunters have also migrated to the depths of the forest, perhaps their own people have been completely extinct, Lear has not forgotten that he is also an Evenki, and he also has a small tattoo on his chest, the demon wolf.

"Who are you?" Breivik's eyes flashed with a hint of color, but under his eyes there was a thunderbolt of cyan wind, like a hurricane!

"I, who used to be an Evenki hunter too......" Lear lifted his clothes without hesitation, revealing a cyan wolf tattoo the size of an egg on his left chest.

"Oh......" Breivik's eyes gradually subsided, "I haven't left this shop for more than fifty years, and the situation outside is no longer clear, are your people okay?"

"No, my people are very bad, they were strangled by the Auray Empire, almost all of them have perished, and the few remaining clansmen have also migrated into the depths of the Demonic Beast Forest in the mountains, I am afraid that there is ......not much hope of survival," Lear said sadly, even his mother was not heard from during that sneak attack.

Chasing the news of his mother has become the deepest pain in his heart, and with his current strength, wanting to do this is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Boom!" Everything floated and spun around the shop like a storm, but strangely, nothing touched Lear and Gandalf's bodies.

"Eye of the Hurricane!" Lear and Gandalf were taken aback, this is a high-level magic in wind magic, and Breivik's subtlety of magic control has reached an appalling level, Holy Order!

This old man, who was almost in his twilight years, turned out to be a hidden saint-rank powerhouse!

"What are you talking about?" Breivik muttered, and the turbulent magical power around him ceased instantly, and everything and debris fell to their original place as if nothing had happened before.

"I say, the Evenks have perished, maybe they are really destroyed, maybe they haven't, at least I'm still alive. Lear smiled bitterly, is he a real Evenki? Even Lear is not sure of this, he is just a traverser, a stowaway, and has nothing to do with this world after all......

Breivik grabbed Lear's arm, and his big withered hands, thin as a bird's claw, were like huge iron tongs, making Lear unable to move, Lear couldn't believe that this old man, who was dying of death, well, maybe he was still a saint-level magician, where did he get so much human strength.

"Quack......" The Dumbbird screamed angrily, its dark blue feathers standing straight up like a spear, and Lear was in danger, and the Silly Bird was about to go berserk.

"Wait a minute......" Lear immediately stopped the Dumb Bird through a psychic connection, and intuitively felt that the old man had no ill will towards him.

"Demon Wolf Totem, that's right, you're from the Evenki clan!......" The old man snorted in surprise, "Nine-clawed Demon Wolf, why are you a nine-clawed demon wolf tattoo...... Hahaha......"

The old man laughed wildly, as if he was possessed by a mad demon at this moment.

"Oh my God...... The thousand-year-old prophecy has finally appeared, the nine-clawed demon wolf!The thousand-year-old prophecy of the Druids of the Evens has finally appeared......" Breivik roared frantically, his voice hoarse and poignant: "I have been waiting here for more than fifty years, and you have finally appeared......"

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