Continuing forward in the direction indicated by Baglen, Duan Qing finally passed through the streets and alleys made up of tents. Countless white tent roofs of different heights were also what the gray-robed magician was looking around at.
They passed one by one in the movement, and finally gradually merged together in a scene that was no longer prosperous and sparsely populated - like squeezing in the few grasslands that had been flattened, these were used by ordinary people of the Hulun tribe.
The old tents set up in the gathering area called "Huba" once again became the main color of Duan Qing's vision as he passed by. There were countless messy items shipped from unknown places piled among the scattered and crowded tents.
The goods, the built city wall and the taller building at the end were displayed in front of him: "Hmm."
"It's a windmill."
Looking at the four huge fan blades rotating slightly above the tall building, Duan Qing couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that I would walk all the way here... This gentleman? Do you have time? Have you seen it?
A man named Surtu? Even in the Sioux costume, he looks very tall——"
Not letting go of every passer-by he met on this road, Duan Qing just kept passing by one messy-looking tent after another. The last tribesman he pulled also seemed to be disgusted.
General hurriedly threw away his hand, and quickly disappeared on the other side of this temporary street with a hurried look: "...it's strange, the people here seem more nervous than the tribesmen in other places.
Woolen cloth."
"Is it because of the war?" Duan Qing stopped for a moment and turned his eyes to the other side of the settlement as he raised his head: "When will your so-called 'guard war' start?
?”
"Hey, that one over there."
It seems that they have been staring at this area for a long time. Two Hulun soldiers holding long guns slowly walked over with vigilant eyes: "Why are you still here? Didn't I warn you?"
"Hey, didn't you warn me before?" So Duan Qing had no choice but to look back: "I have almost left the Apollon area, what else do you want?"
"You'd better leave this place." Ignoring the other party's protest, the soldier raised his spear and threatened Duan Qing: "You like wandering around in our Hulun tribe so much... Could it be that you were sent by a foreign tribe?
spy?"
"I don't even bother to refute this kind of baseless suspicion." So Duan Qing turned around and puffed up his chest: "I told you before that I'm here to find someone! Ours
The clan leader has disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown now!"
"That so-and-so Surtu is not in our clan, he can go wherever he wants." The spear in his hand passed across Duan Qing's neck for a moment, and the Hulun soldiers showed a more dangerous posture in front of Duan Qing.
Attack posture: "Go and find it yourself. Don't cause trouble to us here, foreigners."
"Foreigners? We are more or less guests of the nobles now." Ignoring the other party's threat, Duan Qing squinted and crossed his arms: "Our clan leader suddenly disappeared because he attended your banquet.
, If I don’t look for you, who will I look for?”
"I don't think you are looking for anyone at all, more like you are wandering around." Another tribe soldier who came around also raised his spear in front of Duan Qing: "Like you
This kind of guy likes to use various excuses to wander around the clan, we have arrested more than a hundred of them recently, and poor performers like you are no exception."
"I am a performer? Do you know how much effort I have put in to get to this point?" Duan Qing patted his chest angrily, gritted his teeth and threw away the spear in front of him: "Okay!
Since you really want to watch a show, then I will play one for you! Surtu! Surtu, where are you! If you hear it, give me a message! The adventurer you hired is being bullied by people outside.
——”
"It's so noisy."
The two soldiers who were about to fork Duan Qing out suddenly heard the impatient roar of an old man, accompanied by an old man who pushed open the door and glared at the three people in front of him with an angry expression, rickety.
The naked body then walked out of the darkness behind him, and with a cane came into the field of vision where several people turned around: "Get out of here! Don't disturb my rest anymore!"
"Old man, you -" The words he wanted to remind the other party stopped in mid-air. Duan Qing's arm that had just been raised suddenly let go at the next moment. He had no time to react and then watched the two people in front of him.
The tribal soldiers turned away without saying a word and disappeared at the end of the street: "You... are not afraid... Hey, it looks like they are more like the rats."
"Because they don't come to see me very often." Putting away his ferocious expression, the old man turned around with a low voice: "People who don't understand me will naturally be afraid of my existence."
"It seems that we have only met once, although we got along quite happily that time." Duan Qing looked up at the windmill-like building that appeared behind the old man, and unconsciously scratched his head.
Head: "But even so, are we familiar enough with each other that you are willing to help?"
"Of course not." He replied unceremoniously, and the old man's hunched body disappeared into the darkness behind the door: "But I heard your cry."
"I heard that you are looking for a guy named Surtu, right?"
Although he could no longer see what the darkness behind the door looked like, the hoarse voice of the old man still quickly attracted Duan Qing's attention: "What, what? Do you know--"
"I picked him up."
The rapid footsteps and the whistling sound rushing into the door were interrupted by a sigh from the old man, accompanied by the man lying in the windmill in the dim light revealed by the old man: "This guy fell to the ground.
He was unconscious and there was no one to take care of him, so I picked him up."
"Surtu!" Duan Qing, who quickly confirmed the identity of the man in front of him and checked the situation up and down, then let out a long breath: "Finally still alive... What happened to him? Who was attacked by someone?
Are you dead? Or are you in a coma due to serious injuries?"
"None of them." He waved his hand to interrupt the other party's words. The not-so-tall old man then focused his attention on Duan Qing again: "Based on the simple experience of my old bones over the years -"
"He must be drunk."
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The coolness brought by the breeze continues to float around the windmill, bringing a cooler feeling to the already not very sealed mill. In this way, the sun is blocked, and the old man enjoying the coolness is also here. With his own sigh of contentment, he lay on the rocking chair arranged in the narrow room, letting Duan Qing examine the strong man of the Sioux tribe not far away from him: "Well, the hottest day is right now. It’s about to pass, and it’s time for old bones like me to get into trouble again.”
"This, uh... old gentleman."
"My name is not Mr. Old, my name is Elder!" He suddenly raised his voice, and the old man, who looked extremely surly, then lowered his raised body back to the lounge chair: "Forget it, call me It doesn’t matter to me - now that you’ve found the owner, you should take him back quickly.”
"No, no, no, no, it would be great if it was really so easy." Duan Qing, who hurriedly raised his hands and raised his arms, replied quickly: "And there are too many confusions in front of me. , I don’t even know where to start asking—ahem.”
He cleared his throat, then faced the old man's face looking at him calmly: "It's better to follow the order - when did Elder Ai pick up Surtu back?"
"I forgot." The old man closed his eyes and looked uncooperative as the recliner swayed slightly: "I am old, so of course my memory is not very good."
"For the sake of the fact that I helped you repair the windmill, please 'remember' a little bit." So Duan Qing played his favor card: "This kind of thing is not a secret, so it shouldn't be a big deal if you tell me. "
"I won't tell you, I just want you to take him away quickly." Although he couldn't see the old man's expression, Duan Qing could easily feel the impatience on his face from the tone of his answer. Zese: "The more you talk, the more you need to explain - I am very familiar with the temperament of you adventurers."
"Then let's talk based on the existing information and clues." Duan Qing, who was a little surprised by the other party's answer, was silent for a moment and then put his finger on Surtu again: "You are not Did you say he was actually drunk?"
"Why, you don't believe it?" The old man's body lying on the chair moved slightly: "I, Alder, dare not say anything else. I have tasted every fine wine on this continent."
"No, I'm not referring to the ability to taste wine." Duan Qing's mouth showed a wry smile involuntarily: "I'm referring to... uh, wine that can make people drunk for nearly three days without showing any signs of sobriety. , I seem to have never heard of it.”
"That's because you adventurers have too little knowledge!" The old man replied with a puff of beard and a glare: "I, Elder, have been traveling around the continent for so many years. Not to mention fine wine, I have tasted every kind of strong liquor - well."
"I almost fell into your trap." He put away his excited expression, and the temper that rose at that moment was retracted into his muttering voice the next moment: "In short, I won't pay attention to you anymore, hurry up and give it to me Let’s go.”
"Don't say that I haven't figured out the reasons for everything that happened to Surtu yet. With my current body as a magician, I don't have the ability to drag such a big person out of here." He said helplessly.
Duan Qing then spoke again after a period of silence: "Please wait a moment, I'll look for it first."
"...What are you going to do?"
"I heard that you have tasted all the fine wines on this continent." Duan Qing unconsciously nodded his head at the other party and lowered his head to search for something. At this time, Duan Qing muttered to himself.
These words: "But you probably haven't seen this fine wine from another continent...ah, it's okay, luckily I was prepared at the time."
"Here, this is green stone wine." He took out a bottle of emerald green liquid from his gray magic robe, opened the bottle and shook it in front of the old man's eyes: "Would you like to taste it?"
"This smell -" his eyes widened for a moment, and the old man who suddenly sat up suddenly became hesitant in turning around: "Where does this come from? You, don't just lie to me."
"This kind of fine wine that is abundant in Green Stone Village, even the original Norman couldn't resist its taste." Duan Qing took back the green vial with a smile, and blinked his eyes at the other party: "Of course, as a person from the New World,
Guest, it’s okay if I give you a bottle to try, but——”
"Okay, okay, I understand." The expression of surprise for a moment fell back to the original old and surly face. The old man took back his hand that wanted to take the bottle angrily: "In that case, then
Let me tell you something."
"This wine is called Blood of Dragon Rebellion."
Closing his eyes and entering deep thought, Elder Elder slowly said in a low and hoarse voice: "A wine that has been lost on the continent for a long time. Even the ancient dragons will get drunk after drinking it, let alone
Ordinary humans and other creatures, and the cattle and sheep on the grassland will probably be drunk for ten days and ten nights if they drink it."
"The Blood of Dragon Rebellion?" Duan Qing repeated this sentence subconsciously, and his eyes widened: "How can such a thing exist in this world? Why does it appear here?"
"I've said it before, questions will only cause more questions." A trace of displeasure appeared on his face, and the old man stretched out his hand towards Duan Qing: "I won't answer more questions.
It’s endless! If you want to find out, just ask the elders in your clan.”
"If this bottle of fine wine can only be exchanged for so much information, then I have nothing to say." Duan Qing stuffed the small emerald bottle into the other person's hand, curled his mouth and replied in a low voice: "What a pity, originally
I still have more fine wines from the Free Continent that I want to share with you..."
"Ahem!"
He let out two loud coughs, and Elder, who had just wanted to taste the fine wine in the bottle, sat up immediately after hearing the sound: "You, you have more? Okay, fair trade, I understand."
"As a reward, I will tell you more useful knowledge." He held the vial in his hand and smelled it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth helplessly: "For example - how to hangover with the blood of Dragon Rebellion."
"This is probably what you want to know most right now."
This chapter has been completed!