Mountain Village, in an inconspicuous firewood house behind the village chief's mansion.

The village chief, with white hair and gold-rimmed glasses, stood solemnly beside a bundle of firewood that had just been sorted out this morning.

In his eyes behind the lenses, there were lines of entries corresponding to the selling price, and the "gentleman" who provided them.

The other party arrived in the village early this morning in a carriage that was supposed to come in a few days.

The coachman familiar to the villagers was not in the car, but the goods they were expecting from the outside world drove into the village along with the carriage that had arrived in advance.

"He claimed to be from a family with the surname 'Yo', and was a citizen and courtier of the empire's 'Caslano.'"

What really worries the head of a village is not the carriage trade that started earlier, but the identity of the merchant who entered the village this time.

It's a shame to say that none of the terms mentioned in the mouth of this "Mr. Night" have ever been heard of as the village head.

"Alas, if you want to say that the kingdom of 'Adriel' is okay, our witch has at least some connection there." The old man sighed in his heart, "The original carriage merchant should also be from that kingdom. ”

"But where is 'Caslano'? In the Xuancai Mountains, or in what direction outside the mountains? The village chief became more and more confused, "Why did this 'Mr. Night' come to us from the Empire?" ”

He knew very well that the place where they lived was a "place where birds don't", and they didn't even have a decent name.

After the first group of immigrants built houses on the land for them to live and work, and circled the area that would be reclaimed in the future, they erected a monument at the entrance of the village, and carved a character meaning "mountain" on it, which can be regarded as naming this new habitat.

As a result, the name "Mountain Village" has been passed down to this day, but it has a history of more than ten years.

"It's not just a question of what this gentleman is called and where he's from."

The village chief pushed his glasses and asked the merchant in front of him to give an introduction to the goods on the entry.

I'm really ashamed, the old man sweated a lot on his forehead and palms, and he had stayed in the village for too long, and he couldn't keep up with the times of the outside world at all.

In the entry provided by "Mr. Yoi", there are a lot of unfamiliar phrases.

He knew and was even familiar with the vocabulary or individual characters that composed them.

But when they were put together, they became a new thing, and a strange thing that confused him as to why they could be put together.

"The real problem is actually ......" The old village chief sincerely admired his ability to think distractedly, "This 'Mr. Xiao' is a 'capable person'!" ”

Like the witch who guarded their village and kept secrets, he wondered why there was a new "capable man" in the village now.

Mr. Yoi is here to capture their witch? Or is it purely passing by? Or was the original carriage merchant sick, and Mr. Yoi, a relative or friend, came here in his place?

The old village chief didn't want the news of the arrival of the new "capable man" to reach the boulder platform, and he was worried that the witch would take the initiative to find out about it.

Especially on the last Red Star Day, the original coachman brought them rumors that "the outside world is going on a 'witch hunt'...... The village chief was worried that two capable men would clash in this small village.

At that time, it will only be the ordinary people in the village who will be unlucky.

"I can't let go of their ......," the village chief clenched his five fingers into a fist, slowly stretched them out, and then clenched them into fists again, "It's better to settle the matter as soon as possible and send this 'great god' out of the village." ”

"What's wrong?" He heard the merchant on the other side suddenly ask, "You seem to have been absent-minded since the beginning. ”

"It's fine." The village chief let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, calming down his apprehension, "I am very interested in the goods you mentioned, but unfortunately, the financial situation of the village does not allow me to buy them all......"

In order to support the witch's reform plan, he moved out of his "pension property".

It is not only used to repair the facilities in the village, increase public welfare, and improve the satisfaction of the villagers in their daily lives...... Most of them are also used as financial compensation to comfort the families of the elderly who died in the monster attack.

Then, the graves of the deceased have to be moved, which costs another amount of money.

Don't look at him sitting on a big mansion, in fact, he, the village head, can be regarded as the poorest villager in the whole mountain village.

Luckily, there aren't many things to spend on weekdays.

"Mr. Xiao, can the goods you brought this time be placed on the central square of the village for publicity?"

The old village chief made a calculation in his heart, and he knew very well that with his own savings, he could not achieve "I want it all".

Anyway, after buying it yourself, you have to resell it to the village market at a low price, so that the villagers can handle it themselves......

He cocked up his index finger and pushed the bridge of his glasses on the bridge of his glasses, feeling that the way the village had been trading was a little too much—"rustic," to put it mildly.

To put it bluntly, it is "stupid", "nonsensical", and "I don't know how to get it".

However, it is a hassle to change.

Because there are many elderly people in the village, they are all very stubborn, not because they can't keep up with the development and changes of the times, but because they are unwilling to keep up.

Just like the name of the village, he sighed wordlessly, it's not that he can't change it, it's that even if it is changed, the villagers still come as they were, and it's useless to change it.

After a few years, the older generation in the village left and abdicated themselves...... At that time, the matter of reform will not be the responsibility of oneself.

"Absolutely." The merchant in front of him replied with a smile on his face, "I'm not in a hurry to leave, I can stay in your village for a few more days." ”

Wow, pum, bang, the village chief felt as if his heart and lungs had stopped, and the uneasy thoughts in his mind had exploded.

"Mr. Yoi......" he struggled to maintain a polite smile, "could you please ask ......?"

If he continued to be polite like this, he felt that he would die suddenly on the spot due to excessive anxiety.

So, the old village chief decided to "turn his face" directly, ask things clearly, and then decide on the attitude and method of treating the gentleman in front of him.

If he is really a dangerous person, he will use his "ability" to make money and kill him, and no matter what, he will drive him out of the village!

The old village chief quietly put his hand behind his back, and a small firearm was inserted in his belt, which he carried close to him.

"Are you able to perceive things that ordinary people can't?" Although he mustered up the courage and the words came to his lips, they were adjusted to euphemisms.

"Do you have abilities beyond those of ordinary humans?"

The white-haired old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, only to feel that he was already sweating profusely.

His hand was already on the handle of the firearm, and he would not hesitate to draw his weapon and deliver a fatal blow if the other person brought him the slightest threat.

Who cares about dying in the Xuancai Mountains?

Every time you enter and exit the mountains, it is a big gamble.

When the carriage merchant came, he said that this "Mr. Yoi" had died in the mouth of the beast......

If he were to die, his wagon and his goods would have to be disposed of, and what should not have been coveted should be discarded neatly, and I should have driven the wagon myself into the depths of the forest with the goods.

Otherwise, I'll dig a pit there myself and lie down in it.

In just a few moments, the village chief had already thought about his future.

"You can see it." The other party replied.

The old man was shocked, and raised his eyes to meet the gaze cast by "Mr. Night".

The other party's figure and appearance also came into his eyes.

This was the most formal examination of the other party's face, expression and posture since he received the other party to this remote place.

I'm afraid that when I get nervous, I accidentally kill a good person who has no malice.

Mr. Xiao had a face with deep facial features, a straight nose, and slightly drooping eyes, and he looked to be in his twenties and thirties, with no obvious wrinkles on his face.

But, on his face, there is a striking, memorable feature -

Traces of burns.

The hideous scorch marks almost covered half of his face, and the eye embedded in it "deservedly" did not reflect anything.

This gentleman is a half-blind disabled man.

He didn't hide the obvious flaw at all—his hair was tied up in a high ponytail and hung down at the back of his head, and scattered pieces of hair adorned in front of his forehead, which did not have the effect of diverting the attention of others from the burns on his face.

His impression of this poor man was too deeply affected by the terrible scar, and the old village chief thought to himself, because of it, he subconsciously thought that the "capable man" in front of him was a troublemaker.

How could a normal businessman spoil himself like this?

Mr. Night must have noticed his gaze, and at this moment, the gentleman gently pressed his hand to the injured skin, still with a faint smile on his face:

"I was born with a 'gift', and as a result, I have experienced some things that are unimaginable to ordinary people."

"I can see that." The village chief took a deep breath and tried to take his attention off the other's scars.

"I'll tell you the truth," the corners of Mr. Yoi's mouth rose upward, and the smile in the only divine eye was gradually disappearing, "I am actually a 'capable person', in the parlance of our empire, a 'capable person', who can perform 'miracles' beyond the imagination of ordinary people. ”

There is also a "capable man" in our village...... The village chief still remembers that he had instructed the villagers to conceal "the incident of the carriage merchant's early arrival", but did not express what was in his heart.

He adjusted his facial expression to make himself look a little surprised.

"In this world, capable humans are rare." He said so.

"You're right." Mr. Yoi nodded in agreement, "I've always been proud of my abilities. ”

"I won't look down on other human beings who are not gifted because of my own advantages." He owed a debt to the village chief, "So, when I became an adult, I began to do business, traveling between various countries on the mainland and gaining knowledge. ”

"By the way," he smiled, narrowing his eyes that could only be used for vision, "I forgot to tell you that I was an 'animal psychic' in the Casrano Empire, where I came from. ”

"I......" He tilted his head slightly, and moved his gaze to the entrance and exit of the firewood room.

There, lying on its stomach was a small fluffy white beast.

It seemed to have only arrived here for a short time, and its snow-white fur rose and fell with its breathing, giving it a very unstable feeling.

"I'm very good at understanding the emotions of animals and conveying their thoughts for them."

"There are no animals I can't read." He stretched out his hand to the newly arrived little beast, ignoring the village chief's more serious and panicked expression for a moment, "Come here, little one, you seem to be interested in our conversation. ”

"Huh."

At a certain moment, the village chief seemed to hear a contemptuous "heh".

He touched his ears, a little skeptical of his hearing.

Looking at Mr. Xiao, who has been an "animal psychic", the other party is still smiling, leaning forward slightly, reaching out to "please" the somewhat familiar little beast.

Somehow, he seemed to see a disdainful look in the little animal's eyes.