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The druid, leaving two soldiers with Pregg, went around the carts alone, and seemed to be using those strange abilities to probe something. At this time, Preg noticed that the back of his dress was embroidered with a skull-sized, black-and-white circle, and the middle of the picture was divided into two parts, the left side was white and the right side was black. But there is a small cloud of black in the white part, and a small cloud of white in the black part on the right, forming a symmetrical abstract pattern.

"What a strange sign. Preg thought to himself, and with his many years of experience in business, he quickly got close to the two soldiers. After a few words, he won a little favor from the two, and took the opportunity to ask, "Who is that guest? Is it a priest?" He deliberately used a priest to lead the conversation, because druids are a very unpopular profession after all, and they do not have too high social status.

"Of course not. One of them replied, "He's a great druid master, who only came to us a few years ago." And he's a very good doctor. Our baron—"

Before he finished speaking, a person next to him bumped him lightly and forcibly interjected: "The baron often asks him to teach us the knowledge of herbology, although the speed of medical treatment is faster than that of many priests, but if you take it slowly, the effect is good." ”

Preg continued to smile and let out an "oh", obviously there was something here that was inconvenient to tell him as an outsider.

The druid walked over to a carriage with an extremely thin man trapped in its wooden box.

He frowned and stared at the thin, skeletal half-drow, and after a few turns back and forth, he suddenly shouted to Pregg, "Can you untie this man's rope?"

Preg was really taken aback this time, could it be that this guy wanted to buy this sick firewood with only half a breath left?

The smile on his face froze, and he was stunned for a moment before he said, "Do you want to buy a slave girl?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the druid tore the rope himself, and then began to grope for the shoulder of the half-drowning wood!

And then he made an even more amazing move!

He began to touch the completely fleshless breasts, ribs to be exact, and slowly groped one after another. And with a serious look!

Preg was dumbfounded.

Oh my God, this guy can't be a necrophilia!

A sick guy who can't be avoided by normal people actually makes him love it?!

Vomit, he actually showed a satisfied look!

O gods! He went to touch his thighs again! The dry legs, which were more ugly than the old branches, he was still touching them so carefully!

He's touching his feet again, and he's picking up that stinky foot and touching it!

Preg was really stupid this time, he was going to go over and bargain, but now he didn't even dare to move!

"Tymorrah is on top!" he muttered to himself, "Don't let me run into this guy, it's disgusting." I'd rather be beaten to death than do such a thing. ”

In the past, he had heard that those high-ranking mages and priests of certain gods lived a life of drunkenness and luxury, so he had cultivated a lot of strange and unsightly habits, but he didn't expect that even the druids in such marginal places were now infected with this kind of atmosphere?

But the druid shouted, "How can this slave girl be sold?"

"1 gold coin!" shouted Pregg, who actually wanted to put some money upside down and let this guy get out of here, he was a very normal man after all!

"Hmm" The druid nodded, and said directly without even returning the price, "I bought it." Then he came and paid the money, and beckoned to the two reluctant soldiers to carry the half of the Drow slave girl away.

More than a dozen women who were about to be sold as military prostitutes had already gathered around the side, and they all came together after being woken up. As soon as they arrived in Wilwach City, their miserable days of darkness were about to begin, so when they saw that the well-dressed spellcaster had bought the most unlikely to sell, they struggled to seize the last chance to break free from the shackles of fate, and pleaded with the druids.

"Master, I can do a lot of work, laundry, cooking, planting flowers and grass, I have raised small animals before, and I am very experienced. You can buy me. A well-dressed middle-aged woman pleaded. Preg recognized her as a freedman in the city, but her man was a gambler, in debt, and had to sell his wife after losing his family business.

"Wise, wise," shouted another tattered young woman, raising her dusty face, "I'm in good health, and I've learned some tricks, I can do a lot for you, and I'm willing to do anything for you!"

"If you buy me, I'll be a cow and a horse!" someone shouted with a crying voice. Yes, even being a cow and a horse is more "promising" than being a military prostitute.

Others knelt and kowtowed, crying and pleading, "I don't want to die!" I know you're a druid, and a noble man like you who can pity even animals, just do it, save me, poor woman."

Haven't you heard that druids are also evil? Preg sneered in his heart, could this perverted druid be a good person?

One by one, the druids looked the women up and down with sad faces and eager eyes full of anticipation.

After a while, he shook his head, and with two soldiers, he gradually walked to the gate of the city, which the soldiers had already opened and sent them out of the city very respectfully, amid the desperate cries and angry cries of the women.

Preg felt a chill in his heart, what kind of person is this guy, he is only interested in a sick firewood, but he ignores a normal woman. This kind of place is too evil, it's better to avoid it, and leave immediately tomorrow morning, and resolutely don't come in the future.

Paying attention, he immediately turned back to his tent, and before going to bed he had to pray to the goddess of luck for a little longer, or the night would not be at ease.

Under the bleak night sky, beside the flickering bonfire, dozens of slave girls drifted miserably and helplessly into the distant desert with the cold wind.

"Am I going to die?" Lelin struggled in a semi-unconscious, and in a hazy sense she felt someone unceremoniously slicing her wrists and ankles with a sharp blade.

"Have I arrived at the kingdom of God in Fimulica?" she thought in despair, "Could it be that the slaves of the Queen of God are continuing to torture me in a different way?" It seems like those guys are applying ointment to the cut wounds again!

"O Elise," her heart uttered a last, helpless cry, "Why is this so? Why have you never answered me? Why have you always shown me the way out of this endless doom?" she began to complain: "Are you also afraid of this wicked god?

Her anger still didn't respond, and in a daze, those guys turned her over again, and suddenly felt a sharp pain on both sides of her back, which spread from the height of her shoulders downward, as if sharp needles pierced into the depths of her muscles and bones, and kept beating, as if tearing the muscles around her, and the whole back was a hot and sour feeling. Then there was a strange wave of heat from the wounds on his wrists and ankles, which rushed straight to his heart.

The vibration of "boom" hit the whole body, and the heart was torn with a sharp pain, as if it exploded at that moment.

She fainted in pain again.

Lelin struggled to break open her tired eyes.

"Where is this?" she wondered.

It is a spacious stone house, and there are no gaps or traces of rock joints on the surrounding walls, as if all the walls, ceilings, and floors were hollowed out by a huge block of rock. She was lying on a single wooden bed, covered with several layers of sewn cups of animal skins, with coarse cloth sheets and animal skin mattresses underneath, as well as straw and thick planks at the bottom. On one side of the wall there is a small window sill that opens in, and the soft sunlight shines in, creating a peaceful scene.

There was a strange smell of medicinal herbs in the air, but the quilt was warm and comfortable. Lelin thought. In Casca City in the underworld, I have never slept in such a warm and comfortable bed. It was like a damp cage - cold, cold and damp, and whenever I put on a thin quilt, I always felt like a little mouse curled up in a damp straw pile, and I felt uncomfortable.

The pain in her body is gone! The severe pain that has tormented her for more than two years and made her unable to survive or die is gone! She tried to move her hands and feet in surprise.

The gods are above!

There really wasn't any pain!

His strength seems to have recovered a little!

There was no one around, and she shouted out at the wooden door of the room with some gratitude, "Where is this?"

After a few calls, no one responded.

She struggled to prop up her still weak body, and wanted to go out to see what it was, and she wanted to thank the people who saved her.

She propped her legs on the ground, trying to get up with her feeble strength.

Plopped, she couldn't support it in the end, and fell to the ground. But unyieldingly, she struggled to hold on to the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. "I can stand up!"

She began to cry slightly with excitement, because she could feel that her body had stopped failing and was beginning to recover!

Suddenly, a "click" sound from the movement of armor came from outside the small windowsill on the other side. Lelin leaned against the thick, rough wall and struggled to move her steps inch by inch. Slowly came to the windowsill and looked down.

It was only then that she realized that she was on the third floor of a building. Looking down, a group of people gathered in an open space not far away, and in front of them was a man in a dark blue knee-length robe, holding something and pointing and explaining. The people listened attentively, and a few literate people were still writing down something on paper. Several soldiers were coming over one after another to join the listening procession, and the "click" sound they had just heard from the movement of their armor was made by them.

It seems to be a remote village.

Lelin thought, looking up at the wilderness in the distance, with only some sparse trees and barren land mixed with yellow and green on all sides, and the gray-blue clouds in the sky were like a thick curtain, spreading endlessly to the far end.

A few golden rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds and shone on the mottled earth, like a desolate and powerful picture.

The skinny Chai Dele Lin looked at the soft golden sunlight in the distance stupidly, and suddenly she cried with an uncontrollable feeling.

Sunshine! Golden sunshine! She covered her face and fell to the ground weakly, sobbing unconsciously.

The kingdom of the gods of Fimulika has only a purple sun!

I'm finally free from that wicked god! I'm free!

It must be the goddess Elistri's protection!Le Lin was grateful, but soon panicked, she had complained about the goddess in despair a few days ago, would this kind of ungodly behavior cause the goddess's displeasure?

Half-kneeling with trepidation, she prayed to the goddess with trepidation: "Forgive my offense, merciful Eliestria, and I will follow in your footsteps to the death to save my fellow citizens from the darkness." May our compatriots endure with strength in the midst of difficulties, and ultimate freedom will come. ”

At dinner, a frail Lelin sat down at the small table and watched as the druid brought a bowl of unusually delicious soup.

"Drink, you've been in a coma for 5 days. The druid said, then scooped himself into a bowl as well, and then took a piece of bread and sat down: "The meat of this soup is completely simmered, and it all melts into the soup. Because your body is very weak, I do this specifically so that the nutrients are easily absorbed. I also put special medicine in the soup to suppress the curse on your body. After speaking, he ate and drank by himself.

Le Lin silently picked up the hot soup, the rich aroma of meat penetrated through the brain, it was really fragrant, I had never smelled it in my life!

She tasted it slowly, in small sips, and the fragrance seemed to permeate her whole body, slowly heating up from head to toe, and her strength began to recover.

She stole a glance at the man.

The man's dark blue robe, a rarity with a hem just above the knee and a pair of wide sleeves that extended only to the elbows, was embroidered with emerald-green lines that were two fingers wide and layered to form a square-like symbol. There was also a black and white circular logo on his back, and although Lelin didn't recognize it, she guessed that it was a sign of "balance".

The man claimed to be a druid, and that druids were generally neutral, and the sign of "balance" seemed to match them.

But is he really a druid?

Lelin was a little suspicious, because since she woke up at noon, she hadn't seen a single animal, not even a spider or a mouse!

"Are you saying that the curse on me hasn't been removed?" she asked tentatively.

"Hmm. The man lifted his young face and said unhurriedly, "It's been too long, the curse has already entered your internal organs, and the spell to remove the curse has no effect." Now, as long as you exert too much force on your hands and feet, your whole body will ache. If you want to get rid of it, you need to use both drugs and spells to slowly recuperate, but the local herbs are different from what I have learned in the past, and many medicinal properties need to be re-identified, which will take time. ”

"By the way, you've practiced martial arts before?" he asked.

Le Lin was a little gloomy, and the shadow of failure when she defected still haunted her, so she replied in a muffled voice: "I have practiced a little." ”

The man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Just a little, I think your bones are different from ordinary people." If you hadn't practiced for many years, you wouldn't have had those changes. ”

Le Lin's heart tightened, and she raised her head and asked, "You have also practiced martial arts?"

It is true that a martial artist's body will undergo great changes after years of practice, but these changes can only be experienced and felt by martial artists. The average caster, even a profession close to the warrior like the Priest, doesn't know much, they only know that the warriors' bodies have become stronger, and their reactions and movements are faster and more coordinated. As for the specific anatomical changes, they don't know. Especially the changes in the "bones", ordinary people don't understand the importance of this change to the warriors!

The man smiled and took a sip of the soup slowly, still unhurried, and said, "I used to practice with people for a while in the mountains, so I know a little bit about it. ”

"Did you learn from the Rangers?" asked Le Lin. Not only can he know martial arts, but he can only stay in the mountains, so he can only be a forest ranger.

The man smiled, "No." Well, he's barely a killer in your words. ”

"Killer?" Le Lin was very strange and said, "Killer is an industry, not a martial arts profession. Because anyone can be a killer, a warrior, a wanderer, even a mage or a warlock, as long as they are good at assassination, they are killers. Didn't you druids have had a lot of killers, you guess that man was a wanderer? ”

"No, no, no. The man hurriedly replied, "So, it should be a part-time wanderer's professional warrior." ”

Le Lin continued to drink the soup in silence, this person spoke strangely, how could he have learned other people's martial arts, but he didn't even know other people's occupations? She didn't want to be taken advantage of again.

At the end of the delicious but dreary dinner, the man took out a necklace of rattan and wooden signs, slipped it into her thin hand, and said, "You are a slave girl I paid for, and I have the right to brand your personal mark on you according to the rules here, but I do not like to do that." He paused and continued, "But you are a slave girl after all, and you need to identify your master. Put this necklace on your body, and the people here will know that you are my servant here. That way they won't be embarrassed for you, a foreigner. ”

"I—" Le Lin anxiously wanted to tell him that she would never be a slave!

However, he had indeed bought himself, and he had healed his wounds, and without him, he would have either died or would still be suffering from that hellish torment. It's hard to refute it with reason and reason.

"How are you?" the man asked.

"I accept. Le Lin sighed, put on the rattan necklace and said, "Please do not hesitate to tell me anything, my master." ”

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