Chapter 14()

To be honest, the center of Rogge Camp, which is a paradise for career changers, is essentially no different from the West District. It is nothing more than trading and entertainment consumption. The only difference is that it is neater and more beautiful. Unlike the West District, tents

The buildings were scattered all over the floor.

Walking on the street paved with large pieces of blue gravel, I stared at the wooden houses on both sides. Most of the things sold here were related to career changers, such as sturdy tents and tents specially provided for the journey.

Food that has been preserved for a long time, such as the pickled fish hanging from the door of the store and the jerky that Doug eats, are all sold.

Most of them are hotels. Generally speaking, unmarried male career changers, especially barbarians, are sloppy. I am fully aware of this. During the half-month journey, if we occasionally found a water source, Lal and I would

They would all run to wash themselves, but the two barbarian brothers had never touched the water. At most, under Lal's glare, they reluctantly wiped their bodies twice. I think if their muscles weren't too strong

It was hard to eat, and their bodies were already covered with fleas.

Therefore, although there are tents, these career changers who are not short of money prefer to choose a cleaner hotel to stay. Maybe, I will also find a cheaper hotel later.

However, I have always wanted to see the legendary magic props shop, but I have not been able to find it.

"Young man, can you come over here?"

While I was walking aimlessly with a confused look on my face, an old and gentle female voice sounded not far from me. Although this sentence was very general, for the owner of this old voice, maybe now

Most of the people walking on the street could call her a young man, but I felt that she was calling me. This was a very strange feeling. I don’t know how to describe it. Anyway, I stopped and walked towards that place.

Looked at the voice.

She was a very ordinary old woman, wearing a nun's uniform that many civilian women like to wear. She had a few deep wrinkles on her forehead and corners of her eyebrows. She looked about 50 to 60 years old. It could be vaguely seen from the outline of her face.

Come on, she must have been an incredible beauty when she was young.

She doesn't look as old as her voice. I guess she may have been in a higher position for a long time, and formed a relatively low and hoarse tone over time, which made her voice sound particularly vicissitudes of life.

The most eye-catching thing about her is her pair of white eyes.

Combined with her dress, and the respectful eyes of those arrogant career changers on the roadside when they saw her, I dare to guarantee with the honor of the druid, this is what is called the newbie instructor in the dark, and the actual situation of the entire Rogge camp

The person in charge is undoubtedly Akara.

"Haha..., young man, can you come over and have a few words with this poor old woman like me?"

Akara carried his back and waved to me with the other hand that was not holding the cane. The smile on his face reminded me of my long-dead grandmother who loved me the most.

"Okay, okay..." I walked towards Akara involuntarily, while Akara slowly turned around and walked into an alley.

Following Akara, I walked crookedly and turned a few corners. After walking for about ten minutes, I finally came to a small open space.

It is not right to say that this is a small open space, because there is a small gray tent pitched in the open space, but the small tent is too small, and it is easy to be ignored compared to this small open space, which is not big.

"Young man, if you don't mind that my wife's house is too shabby, come in and have a seat."

Akara turned around and nodded to me, then got into the tent, and I naturally followed.

Entering inside, I was surprised to find that the space inside the tent was not as narrow as it looked from the outside. No, it was even dozens of times larger. Originally, I was worried about whether there would be a place for me to sit inside.

Woolen cloth.

"Young man, come on, sit down." I don't know when Akara had brought a cup from the side and motioned for me to sit on the wooden chair next to me. Then he handed the cup to me and walked slowly to the opposite side.

The chair sat down.

I curiously looked at the cup Akara handed me. It was filled with light green liquid and was still steaming.

Could this be tea? I thought to myself and took a sip impatiently.

The water was a bit hot, almost burning my tongue when I first entered it, but it instantly turned into a cool breath that slid into my throat, and then spread into my limbs and brain. This wonderful feeling lasted for a long time before slowly dissipating.

Let my whole being be clear.

This is not tea, but it tastes better than the best teas.

"Haha~~ Young man, how does it taste? This is the refreshing water I made myself." Akara said with a smile.

"Well, this is the most delicious thing I have ever drunk." Qing Shen Shui? The name is a bit vulgar, but the description is really appropriate. I nodded sincerely and looked at Akara, feeling uneasy about her inexplicable general.

I was still extremely doubtful when I called her, but it just so happened that I also had many questions for her, such as the issue about Andariel's resurrection that I discussed with Lal earlier.

Seeing me looking at myself without saying a word, Akara seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Look at me, an old woman. As I get older, I forget everything. I haven't introduced myself yet. It's really rude."

"Where." I responded quickly.

"My name is Akara. I sell some small things in this Rogge camp. I am just an insignificant old woman. Maybe you have heard of my name from others."

Akara said with a smile. With her ordinary appearance and kind-hearted expression, she looked just like any other old woman.

If I can be deceived by this ordinary look, I won’t be called Wu Fan. I’m really dizzy. It seems that you are the only one selling magic props in the entire Rogge camp. If you still sell small things, then I will lose my underwear.

Can't afford to wear it anymore.

I am in charge of a Rogge camp with tens of thousands of archers, and even thousands of job-changers can be dispatched at any time. If you are still insignificant, then I will be a slave who has to sell sweet potatoes for the common people.

"Uh...huh?, I...my name is Wu Fan, a newly promoted druid. It turns out that...it turns out to be Master Akara, your famous boy...this boy has already become famous."

I stood up pretending to be panicked and said solemnly, half-truthfully, to be honest, I really admire this old nun. Thinking about it, just keeping the entire Rogge camp so orderly is already very impressive.

And if you look at her tent and the simple furniture inside, you can tell that she still maintains a simple and simple life. Not to mention the guards, they are quite old and don’t even have a single servant.

Isn’t it the dark version of Kong Fansen?

"Haha~~ She's just an ordinary old woman who is loved by everyone and not worth mentioning."

Akara smiled and shook his head. His expression was not artificial at all, which made people feel good. Unlike some leaders who say one thing and act another.

Taking this time, I took a closer look at this "small" shop. I have to say that the inside is really very simple. Apart from a few tables and chairs for greeting customers, there is another door, which is probably a bedroom or something.

The space below was all taken up by several huge shelves and cabinets, and the shelves and cabinets were filled with bottles and cans, making it look like a witch's cabin, but...

"Sir Akara, why is the tent so big inside but so small when viewed from the outside?" This is the question I have been thinking about since entering the tent.

Akara sighed as if he had already penetrated my mind.

"It wasn't the boring old guys from the Magic Guild who did it. They said they wanted to rediscover the space magic invented by the greatest wizard more than 1,000 years ago - Lord Tal Rasha, so they took my old lady's tent and started tinkering with it.

.”

"Rediscovered?"

"Yes!" Akara's voice revealed a hint of sadness: "In the original sin battle more than a thousand years ago, Lord Tal Rasha accepted God's instructions, using an incomplete soul stone as the core, and using himself

He used his life as a container to seal Baal, one of the three demon gods, in his body. As a result, we suffered crazy revenge from the resisting forces, but God..."

Akara's face showed a layer of sadness that could not be melted. When he talked about God, his tone seemed to be filled with very strong emotions. I don't know how to describe this kind of emotion, but I am sure that it is definitely not respect or worship.

"As the leader of the Magician's Guild, Lord Tal Rasha, so the entire Magician's Guild was also the target of the most serious retaliation. In the end, the entire Guild was almost wiped out, and a large amount of information also followed this revenge.

And since then, the level of magic in the Dark Continent has almost dropped to its original state, and everything has to be explored again."

The tone of vicissitudes of life, this matter is almost an open secret, but when it comes from Akara's mouth, it gives people an even more shocking feeling.

"..."

I secretly thought that I shouldn't have brought up such a topic. Seeing Akara's sad look, I didn't know what to say. At this time, all words of comfort were so feeble.

"Oh my, why did I suddenly talk about this? Look at me, an old woman. As I get older, I just like to talk about boring past events." Akara seemed to change his face and returned to his smiling look.

"The old guys from the Magician's Guild took my tent for testing, and after returning it, it became like this. A group of inexperienced old guys said that it was half the battle, and they made the space inside my tent bigger.

, but there is no way to recover, so we can only stay like this." Akara said with complaint.

"Isn't this great? The tent is big and comfortable." I was confused. These days, I have never heard of anyone saying that their room is too big.

"How can an old woman like me need to live in such a big tent?"

Akara smiled and shook his head: "Don't look at the pile of things here and think that I need so much space to put things. In fact, the small tent used to be just right. Now it's so big, I have to buy some empty space."

I also put the bottles and cans on the table to replenish my inventory, lest customers say I feel empty and have nothing to buy!”

I took a closer look at the surrounding cabinets and found that indeed many bottles were empty. As for the jars, they were made of tiles and there was no way to tell what they contained.

If it is true as Akara said, then those old men really did bad things with good intentions. I feel ashamed. I guess those magic madmen also did this on purpose. After all, Akara is also the leader of Rogge camp. If the house is too shabby, even if

Even if I don't care, others may have opinions. I remember Lal said that he is a research maniac, an old naughty boy, a face-saving person, and a quarrelsome person. This can almost sum up all the behaviors of those old guys in the Magic Guild.
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