"Arthur, get up, we're going home" An old voice came from afar, interrupting the endless reverie of the ancient style, that is, Arthur.

"Okay, Grandpa Aven": Arthur promised to get up from the ground, the ground was all meadows, there was no dust, and he didn't care about sticking a few blades of grass. Arthur walked towards Evan with some staggering, although he was already five years old, his body was still completely a little bean ding, only two or three years old for humans, which was also the price of longevity, a long childhood.

"Little Arthur, do you feel anything today?" asked Evan with a smile. The old man was dressed in yellow light leather armor, full of antiquity, and the years and tribulations had left a furrow on his face, but also worn away the last bit of sharpness, which made him smile like the wind of March, he was Arthur's caretaker and his teacher. Perhaps out of a shared love of nature, Arthur liked him very much.

"The stars, the stars are beautiful," Arthur said in a milky voice, which made him feel helpless.

"Well, it's beautiful, you'll find a lot of things, haha, let's go, let's go home" Old Evan plucked a blade of grass from Arthur's head, laughed and lifted him up on his shoulder, and strode towards home, where the exile was, a small village in the Gudruid, Quincy.

This is the end of the day, and Evan gives Arthur the task of "feeling nature". Arthur's answer was "The stars are beautiful". It seemed that both parties were satisfied, and it was a simple day.

Quincy is the name of an ancient hero, his legend has dissipated, even the name is only the word Quincy, his former glory is now turned into the tranquility of today's small village, they soon returned to their cabin, dinner is a rabbit and a small bag of potatoes brought back from the field by old Aven, these things are boiled into a pot, one old and one young sit by the fire of the ember, one person and one spoonful, eat cleanly. Then tell a story before going to bed, sometimes about this world, sometimes about old Evan himself, whether it is the story of the gods and demons that is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, or the specious legends of the ancient heroes, Arthur is very interested, especially the story of the old Evan himself, those magical adventures, compared to the experience of those heroes, more real and poignant, Arthur understood early that this world is much more interesting than the previous life, but also much more dangerous, if you want to experience those interesting, a force is essential.

So I asked Evan early about the skills of the druid, and Evan was also willing to teach him, the only disciple, as an ancient lineage, still continuing the inheritance of one master and several apprentices, ensuring the quality but losing the quantity, which is one of the reasons for the gradual decline of this lineage.

Arthur knew that for the ancient druids, most of their abilities were not much different from ordinary druids, whether it was transformation or animal and plant manipulation, but it was much more difficult to use these abilities than ordinary druids, it was just a step to get started, without the help of divine power, it would take a lot of time to comprehend nature on their own, even years and decades. At this point, Old Evan said that Arthur had no problem and easily took the first step, so he could learn the druid's spells early, but let him not be happy too early, and every step in the future would be more difficult.

But once Goode's spell is mastered, its freedom is much greater than that of ordinary druids, and the ensuing combat power is far superior, so although old Evan is only level twelve, even a fourteenth-level druid may not be able to defeat him. (Note: This is a general grading system in this world, derived from the mage hierarchy, which can be applied to any profession and race.) The increase in level brings not only the increase in strength but also the increase in lifespan, once you break through the fifteenth level, you will be able to reach the realm of the Holy Domain, or legend)

Arthur didn't know about Aiwen's strength, he only knew that it was very strong.

Arthur didn't wonder why old Evan lived in seclusion, after all, the strong choose to live, and the weak are chosen by life.

So Arthur lived a full day, trying to communicate with animals every day in order to memorize the characteristics of thousands of plants, and then he was a person who "felt nature". This process was not at all as boring as Arthur had imagined, the first time he appeased a vigilant poisonous snake, the first time he rode on the back of a wild wolf, and even the first time he summoned a vine to tie Uncle Barlow's old dog named Latin to a knotted knot, and Latin's aggrieved look at his own resentful eyes, all of which made him experience the joy of learning that he had never gotten from various courses in his previous life, and this pleasure itself had even made him forget the purpose of pursuing power, and devote himself to all kinds of learning or games.

When he forgot about his utilitarian mind and threw himself into this pleasure, the speed of his progress amazed even old Aven. This is a kind of harmony with nature, and its origin is actually from the various ideas of previous lives, "the unity of heaven and man" Arthur, who is originally an extremely important thought for the Chinese, and is interested in Taoist thought, although he has not been able to cultivate any Taoism in this world, but his thinking has given him a different understanding of the way of nature, coupled with the changes of life and death, he can let go of a lot of ideological baggage, which just coincides with the mental state that druids should have in cultivation, and this spiritual talent, after all, is not within the reach of any so-called genius. As for his own druid and elven bloodline talent, it has made his progress even more powerful.

Arthur understands that his dream will come true sooner or later, but not by power, but by learning to transfigurate into any kind of bird, and to experience what it is like to fly. Sometimes he would even think wildly: When he returned to Earth, people asked him what he had done in the other world, his power, whether there were few presidents in this world, and how many rich people he had money. Women, two-legged women are everywhere. Fly! Fly with your own body, probably all earthlings have never tried it! Neither airplanes nor hot air balloons can compare with it, no matter how much money, no matter how much power you have, you can't experience it, unique, he has flown it.

"Flying" is probably the never-ending desire of human beings, and it is also Arthur's biggest dream now.

Dream teller: Some people say that you can't talk about dreams in front of fools, but in fact, you can't help but start talking about your own dreams with such the most general theme.