The group of people crossed the Baihe River overnight with the help of a greedy boatman. The news that Xiu Yimi's carriage was robbed must not have had time to reach Baisha Town, so the journey was very smooth.
There is no official road to the south of Baihe River. As far as the eye can see, there are large fields and sparse houses among the fields. Du Lan and others did not delay much. After having enough rest during the day, they held up torches and drove all night, and finally arrived before dawn. We arrived at a small village called [Buri] on the south bank of Baihe River.
It was just dawn at this time, and many farmers had already come out of their houses. They were carrying various farm tools and hurried to the fields. It was late summer and early autumn, and many crops were harvested. As the harvest season approaches, you must take good care of it, otherwise the hard work of the year will be in vain.
Everyone who had been traveling every day since the West Mountain Pass without rest showed a certain degree of fatigue. In this regard, Duran had an advantage. The evil contract digitized his body, and after entering the gray iron level, his physique improved even more. The physical recovery ability has been greatly improved. But Kate is a spell caster after all, and in Duran's plan, the next few days will not be particularly comfortable. Only adequate rest can ensure the smooth achievement of the goal. .
So under Duran's instruction, Kate checked into the only hotel in Bree Village [Hometown] with the fire-eater in his arms, and he walked to the east of Bree Village according to the plan in his mind. As for the ogre Ironhide, this guy is rather pitiful. In human society, ogres basically appear as robbers or bandits. Of course, it is impossible for Duran to openly bring Ironhide into a human village.
"So I have arranged an easy task for you." Before entering the village, Dulan had already given the instructions. Tiepipi would go ahead of them to explore the mushroom forest south of Buri Village alone. The task Dulan gave him was very clear, that is Find a lake full of hollies and magnolias in the dark mushroom forest.
The sky was getting brighter, but Dulan didn't feel sleepy at all. In fact, since his teacher passed away in front of him, his nerves had been in a highly excited state. Dulan knew that if the Dragon Master Andrew didn't die, he would He won't have a good night's sleep for just one day. The memory and soul of the original owner affect him, making him eager for revenge, while the soul on the earth constantly reminds him that he needs to act cautiously. The gold-level dragon mage He is not an easy person.
"Except for the Valley of Shadows, the other secret entrances to the burial places of ancient wisdom are thousands of miles away. Moreover, the treasures left in the Tower of Shadows are the most suitable for improving my strength, so I have no choice." Duran said. After going through the plan in my mind for a while, I felt that if nothing unexpected happened, finding the Valley of Shadows should be foolproof.
"The top priority is to find the parchment that contains the cipher text." Duran walked through the farmhouses of the two houses, standing on tiptoes and looking at the wooden name plate hanging in front of the farmhouse door. Two farmer's names. The raised dog smelled the scent of a stranger and kept barking at Dulan.
The information about the Valley of Shadows has already been deeply engraved in Dulan’s mind. As a modern person who has a strong curiosity about mysticism, Dulan had a deep understanding of the burial of these ancient wisdoms while browsing the information sent by the game company. I paid special attention to it. In the first twenty years of his life, Dulan had always been a staunch atheist. However, this strange time travel made his mind a little shaken. Whether it was the legend of Xiwei's creation in Feinan Continent or the The Supreme Council, which controls the evil contract and the evil land, gave him a mysterious feeling. In a vague way, he seemed to have come to a world where gods really existed. However, the time he arrived was relatively short, and the two world views had not yet been established. There was just enough time for a violent conflict to break out.
Pursuing ancient wisdom can not only bring powerful power to Dulan, but also relieve Dulan's doubts to a certain extent. Why did he come to Feinan Continent? How did the evil land come into being? The evil contract and the Supreme Council
What kind of existence is it? What is the universe like...
Facing the cool breeze of the morning, Dulan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He temporarily put these problems behind him and began to think about the matter at hand; - Legend has it that the legendary mage Riven King buried the ancient wisdom he controlled in the Valley of Shadows.
After that, he personally drew a parchment, which recorded the key and a puzzle on how to open the Tower of Shadows. The puzzle ultimately pointed to the specific direction of the Valley of Shadows. About this, Duran only remembered
The entrance to Shadow Valley seemed to be a lake, and the lake was surrounded by holly trees and magnolias. This was why he sent the ogre Ironhide to explore the way first.
"Roderick... Avery... Vernon... Saric... Wait! Saric! I finally found it!" Duran walked around from house to house in the east of Bree Village. Fortunately,
It was early in the morning, and there were relatively few people nearby. Otherwise, I might have been arrested as a thief with evil intentions.
When he came around to a slightly shabby farmhouse, his eyes lit up with the wooden sign hanging on the tall fence.
[Ad Saric House - If there is no one else with this name around here, by the way, no visitors are allowed on Sundays]
"Today is Friday. It seems that I am quite lucky." Dulan said to himself. He peeked into the farmhouse and found that the door of the main house had been opened and a rickety figure walked out of it.
come out.
"Hey boy, there's nothing to see here. If you have nothing to do, get out of here! If you want to eat, go to the bakery and ask for it. I only have hard and cold clay pots here!" The old man also saw Duran, and then
The man's dirty clothes made the old man immediately recognize him as a wandering beggar who wanted to steal some food to satisfy his hunger, and he yelled loudly and rudely.
Hearing this, instead of being angry and annoyed, Duran showed a look of joy - the game information records that the scroll was in the hands of a pottery craftsman, and that person's surname was Saric. Look
It seems very likely that it is this old man.
So he smiled and said: "Hello Mr. Saric, maybe you misunderstood my purpose. I would be very grateful if you would give me some time to explain."
"I will give you three seconds, one second to shut up, and the remaining two seconds to get out of here." Saric looked very irritable. He walked out angrily carrying a farm tool.
As he walked away, he cursed: "Damn it! Someone came to bother me so early in the morning..."
At this time, Dulan was shocked to discover that Mr. Saric was not actually an old man. From the appearance, he was only forty years old at most, but his stature was stooped, and his irritable personality probably accelerated his aging. He only had a few hairs on his hair.
He has sparse brown hair that matches that of Bald Bear.
"Listen, Mr. Saric, I'm here to do a business with you!" Duran felt something was wrong and shouted quickly.
Saric rushed to the fence, threw the farm tools in his hands to the ground, and said with a smile: "Boy, what business can you do with me? Do you want to buy some vases back? Although these things are not valuable, they are worth it.
It’s not something a little brat like you can afford, so don’t make trouble for me, I’m already upset enough!”
Dulan said helplessly: "Before you say this, you have to at least see if I am really as poor as you think."
After saying that, he looked around, flicked his wrist, and a translucent silver dil slipped out of his sleeve - in fact, this action was completely disguised, and all of Duran's money was carried on the little devil's tail around his waist.
Here, in order to hide the space props he carried, he did this extra thing.
However, no matter what, Yin Dier will never lie - at least there is no such thing as counterfeit banknotes in this world. At most, they are private coins minted by some unscrupulous nobles, but I have seen Yin Dier after living for more than 40 years.
Saric, who only had a handful of coins, knew that even a private coin in Duran's hand would be of great value.
Saric looked at Duran up and down, and the original annoyed look disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful look: "Ah, let me guess, at a young age with a lot of money, but dressed like this
, are you the evil [Three Hands]?"
[Three Hands] is the name for part-time thieves with unclean hands and feet in the South. Duran replied somewhat unhappily: "My identity is not the important point. Listen, Mr. Saric, I know you have an ancestral parchment at home, okay.
, if you can't remember it, it was probably used as a tablecloth by you or one of your ancestors. I suggest you go back and find him now and give it to me, and in return, this silver dir will
It will be yours!"
"Exchange a tablecloth for a silver dir? Xiwei, I'm not that deaf, am I?" Saric's eyes widened in surprise. Before Duran could answer, the guy rushed back with agility.
When I got home, I seemed to start rummaging through boxes and cabinets to look for it.
"It's a good deal to exchange a silver dir for a guidance map of the Valley of Shadows." Duran waited outside the fence for about ten minutes, and old Saric ran away happily grabbing an ancient parchment.
Came over.
"Hey...that gentleman whose name I don't know? Is this the thing?"
"Thank you. My name is Dulan. Can you bring it closer so I can take a look?" Dulan gestured.
Saric did not hand over the parchment directly, but spread it out and showed it in front of Duran——
There is nothing on the parchment. The patterns are very strange and do not belong to any heraldry category, but Duran has his own way of making them visible.
"This is exactly what I want, a piece of parchment that is old enough and can be collected as a souvenir in the future." A hint of joy flashed in Dulan's eyes, and he was about to reach out to pick up the parchment.
Unexpectedly, Saric put his hand away and rolled up the parchment, revealing a sly smile unique to southern farmers:
"Oh oh oh... Mr. Duran, I think this parchment is worth more than one silver dir now, right?"
