Although I have experience in dealing with the elderly, it can be said that I have gone through many battles. For example, my boss before time travel, my teachers when I was a student, relatives at home, or those elders I have had personal contact with after coming to the Lost Land. In the spirit of
The principle of making things easier for yourself is to try your best to please these old men so that they can't find faults and then find some troubles.
It is also true that there are too many false feelings, so most of the time, someone would rather stay at home and meet those people as little as possible, so there is no need to say something that goes against one's conscience.
And this time I met some old men again. Although visually speaking, it was quite novel to see a group of short people with silver-white hair and beards. But in essence, they were still a group of old men.
.So Lin still pretended to be respectful, but not too flattering.
After greeting all the sitting dwarves, Lin also sat in one of the empty chairs. Jermaine, who also sat down next to him, whispered to himself: "Brother, although they can probably understand
What are you talking about, but I will still help translate it to prevent anyone from misunderstanding the meaning. I will also convey their questions, so you can speak as much as you can."
"Okay, please ask questions."
Jermaine muttered to the other dwarves for a while, then said to Lin with some embarrassment: "Old man, they are asking, why should we trust you?"
"Of course you shouldn't trust me. Why should you trust me? Isn't this strange?"
Lin asked back unceremoniously. But such an answer made it difficult for Jermaine to pass it on. Looking at the aggrieved expression of this dwarf whom he had known for a few days, Lin smiled and continued: "Honestly, you and I
There is no basis for trust at all. So asking either party to trust the other party is like a gamble. But are you fools who will be easily fooled? Or are you idiots who will be convinced by someone else's casual remarks?
I believe it’s not the case. Then please listen with your ears, think with your brains, and judge for yourself whether what I said is correct.”
After muttering for a while, Lin's first statement was probably accepted by the dwarves.
The second question Jermaine relayed was: "I heard what you said before and then relayed the description to them. The old men said that you seemed to have really seen similar symptoms. Where did you see it?
How do you judge that our condition is the kind of disease you have seen?"
"In my hometown, I have seen that people living in a specific environment will suffer from similar symptoms, and even more serious symptoms will lead to death. And the basis for my judgment is just a rough estimate based on the situation you described.
Of course, I cannot guarantee whether the speculation is correct. But if you want to know the further situation, the person you have to rely on is her─" Lin pointed to the lich behind him who was waving his hand and smiling, "──
, Fencai has a way to detect damage at the genetic level for you. I can't do this."
All the dwarves glanced at the tall man sitting at the back, and couldn't tell anything from his beautiful appearance. So they decided to put aside this person's question for the time being and continue to ask someone. After muttering for a while, Jermaine forwarded the message
Asked: "Where is your hometown?"
"My hometown is far, far away. But I think you don't need to ask more about this. Because what you should care about is not whether I am beautiful or ugly, where I live, or who my parents are. Still.
Say you feel you have to conduct a net worth investigation on me before you are willing to consider your own situation."
After Jermaine conveyed these words truthfully, he represented the other milder dwarves and asked the question that everyone wanted to know: "Do you know of any treatment methods?"
"It's a pity. As far as I know, such damage is irreversible. But this is the human condition; just from your description, this situation may have been going on for a long time. And what I mean is very long, maybe
It could be hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. But your situation is still a condition that needs to be observed, rather than the terminal symptoms that I have seen. So more in-depth examinations must be done before accurate suggestions can be given."
Considering that Fen once commented that Silverbeard dwarves are very durable, maybe their body mechanism has super-human resilience, so they can withstand radiation damage so far. So is it possible to recover from that irreversible damage? Someone would not dare to pack it up
The vote said it was impossible. Everything must be studied in depth.
"So do you have any suggestions?" Jermaine asked again for other dwarves.
"The only advice I can give is to stay away from the source of radiation to avoid worsening the situation. But it also depends on the source, and there are different disposal methods. Throw it away if it can be moved, and find a way to move it if it can't be moved.
We don’t want to do anything, so we can only strengthen the isolation facilities and find ways to prevent radiation from emitting and continuing to harm the human body.”
"Oh, is there any way to block it?" This time Jermaine did not ask the powerful dwarves in his clan, but asked directly. Lin could also understand the reason why they chose the third point without thinking.
.
In fact, when most people face possible losses, few people will choose to cut off their wrists, but will choose to find ways to remedy the situation. There is nothing wrong with this, but it is to avoid falling into the trap of gamblers who expect a comeback, but instead let the gamblers lose their money.
It’s just the dilemma of increasing your losses.
But before explaining how to block it, we must first explain the source of the damage. Seeing that the technological level of these dwarves was not low, Lin returned to his original seat, took out the coffin from his bag, and asked Fen to help. Because there were many
All the pictures are stored in the space of the first coffin, and when making a presentation, what can be more intuitive than using pictures to illustrate.
As soon as the first coffin was taken out, nine out of ten silver-bearded dwarves present stared straight-eyed. They raised their hands tremblingly and pointed at something someone put on the table. In an instant, a group of dwarves spoke with seven mouths.
He yelled loudly and looked like he was about to tear down the roof.
Listening to the elders of the clan, Jermaine also asked anxiously: "Brother, where did you get this thing?"
"Do you recognize this stone box?" While asking this question, Lin quickly grabbed Fen's hand hanging by her side, fearing that the lich might have any grudges to drag her down. In any case, her head was
He has been locked up here for thousands of years.
"This stone box was made by my uncle and some great craftsmen. It was given to a human magician to seal the demon king from thousands of years ago. How did you get this thing? You don't know how to put the contents inside.
Are you out?"
This time, Lin Ke held Fen's hand tightly, fearing that someone would act impulsively. He said: "The grudges and grudges from a thousand years ago, and being sealed for a thousand years, isn't it enough to pay for the sin? That demon king killed you.
Relatives?"
"Well, that's not true." Jermaine said with inexplicable pride: "We Ginsu have never lost in a battle."
...This dwarf does have the qualifications to be proud of. It's just that if he defeats a group of people wearing furs and holding stone axes while wearing power armor, he can commit suicide.
"So, since there is no direct hatred, wouldn't it be better to treat a friend's help with a normal mind? What's more, you have also chatted with Fen along the way. You should know that she is not who she is in the rumors."
"Are you...really His Majesty the Demon King Tikal?" Jermaine used honorifics and looked at the woman who was held tightly by Lin with a somewhat fearful expression.
As for Fen, who was the subject of the topic, she patted her hands gently and said to someone with her usual provocative expression: "Don't worry, I have no grudge against them. It's just that
They just built a box and locked my head for a thousand years. Anyway, I am unconscious and will not blame anyone."
After appeasing a nervous man, Fen stood up and said: "Yes. I am Fen Ni Tikal. But please don't ask me to provide evidence or anything. I don't know how to prove that I am myself.
.Besides, I don’t have any legion anymore, so I’m no longer suitable to be called the Demon King. So boy, call me Fen, that’s what my friends call me. Don’t call me by my last name, I never liked that.
Words.”
It was rare for this woman to be so open-minded, so Lin of course also supported him and said: "Yes, brother. And don't you think about it, when it comes to life and death, besides lichs there are druids, and you can't find anyone better."
She is a doctor. As for your condition, I can guarantee that there is no one in the world who understands your condition better than her."
Jermaine still asked worriedly: "It won't turn us into undead."
"Hey, brother, whose territory are we on? Don't you think if Fen wants to carry out any conspiracy, you have too many eyes. If you don't understand anything, just ask. If you have concerns, just say it.
You can find a method that everyone can accept. The most you can do is just not do it, and that’s okay.”
Before Jermaine could convey what Darin and Fen had said, an old dwarf hurriedly spoke a few words and stared fiercely at the young man who was only over 500 years old, asking him to convey what he had said. Jermaine was a little embarrassed, and he talked to that man.
After an argument, the old dwarf reluctantly said: "Brother, that stinky old man wants me to ask if you covet our... well, it's the energy source you mentioned, you understand."
"I have never seen the thing you are referring to. I just want to ask, is it something that can be easily carried by one or two people?"
"How is that possible? Even if it is the smallest component, it would be very difficult for me to carry it alone, let alone carry it over a long distance. How is that different from asking for trouble?"
"Yes. You said that, so what do I covet? Can I move it away? Or is it meaningful for me to take apart the parts and take them home as a souvenir?"
A very strong reason. Not only Jermaine, but also other dwarves thought about the size of the thing. If they wanted to move it away under their noses, they would have to use an army. Therefore, everyone couldn't help but look at the old man who asked the question.
It was as if his questions lowered the intellectual level of all the dwarves.