Claude didn't know why the young mage and the big black wolf wanted to hide in this mountain forest and live an unknown life. He could clearly see the hostility and wariness in the eyes of the young mage. Although he effortlessly subdued the young mage.
The young mage, but he had no intention of delving into it and must find out the whole story.
Claude, who traveled to this different world, still retained the most basic moral bottom line in his previous life and respected the privacy of others. Since the young mage was unwilling to communicate with him, he would not force her to give away the food he brought with him, etc.
The thing he left behind was just that he wanted to help this young mage, and just help without asking for anything in return. Because he understood how difficult it was to live alone in the mountains and forests without communicating with the outside world. What he saw in the shack explained everything.
Looking back again, he saw that the young mage had untied the hemp rope that bound the big black wolf, and one person and one wolf were looking at him blankly. Claude smiled, waved to the young mage, and
The wolf howled and turned away.
Maybe you can ask the old man of the village chief about the origin of this young mage. These villagers in Squirrel Village are hiding the news that this young mage is hiding in the mountains and forests. They should know something. Now I have seen this young mage and the big black man.
Wolf, I think the village elder won't hide it anymore.
On the way back, Claude went directly to the direction of Squirrel Village, instead of taking the same road he came from. In fact, from this direction, he just had to climb over a small ridge and two mounds, and he would reach the back of Squirrel Village.
From the hillside with groves of trees, follow the path down to Squirrel Village, which is nearly half the distance.
It was probably after nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Squirrel Village. After looking at the broken houses and shacks in the dark Squirrel Village, I guess the villagers had gone to bed early. Claude planned to talk to the village elder tomorrow and return to the camp first.
Let’s get some food at the camp.
After making some random things in the kitchen on the first floor, Claude walked upstairs. Once upstairs, Claude's face darkened because all the furniture in his bedroom was placed in the corridor.
Markchi, the bastard, was still standing in the empty room, frowning and thinking: "Where is it hidden?"
"What are you doing?" Claude said in a long tone with a straight face. This bastard was so courageous that he even emptied the entire room just to find the two bottles of good wine he had hidden. It seemed that he was not going to teach him a lesson.
It doesn't work anymore.
"Uh..." Markchi was startled, and then he realized that Claude was standing in front of him with a dark face, and he quickly stood at attention: "Sir, because the rainy season is coming soon, I'm worried that your room will be too stuffy, so I'll take advantage of you to go out today.
Just move all the furniture out to ventilate it, and scatter some insect repellent powder to avoid mold spots during the rainy season..."
"So I should still thank you?" This bastard was obviously looking for the two bottles of good wine he had hidden, but he still made his excuse so fair. It was obvious that he had thought up an excuse before going to his room to do it.
of.
"You're welcome, it's the subordinate's duty to serve the superior." Mark Qi, the bastard, was still crawling along the stalk.
"Haha, Markchi, you bastard!" Claude laughed angrily at him and poked his chest with his finger: "You and I know exactly what you want to do. But your excuse is very well thought out.
I can't punish you. Now I'll give you ten minutes to restore my room to its original condition. By the way, I'll tell you some news. This morning I asked Michael and Germi to go to the battalion headquarters and ask them to buy more wine in the town.
.If someone makes me unhappy, I don't mind giving him a ban on alcohol during the rainy season so that he can't drink a drop of wine..."
"I understand, sir, don't worry, I will restore your room to its original state immediately." Markchi immediately ran downstairs, then with a loud voice, he ordered the two signal soldiers who lived in the utility room to go upstairs immediately.
Help him move the furniture. This guy is self-aware and knows that he alone cannot put the heavy furniture back to its original place within ten minutes.
Maybe I was too indulgent and accommodating to this bastard... Claude was still reflecting on it when he was lying on the bed, but as a sergeant, Markchi is the squadron leader of Claude's squadron. If this squadron is excluded,
The only people who directly obeyed Claude's orders were two artillery groups of ten soldiers, plus a signal corpsman, Michael Jack, and the big man Germi.
As the second-in-command of the camp, Claude couldn't do anything to him for a while, especially in official matters. Markchi really prevented Claude from finding any problems, and he usually respected him very much.
Lord. After thinking for a long time, Claude realized that he really couldn't deal with this old veteran. After all, this bastard was just an alcoholic and wanted to steal two bottles of good wine from Claude's collection. If this matter was put on the table, it would only become a problem.
Joking.
"Forget it, this soul is weak, I'll deal with him later when I have the opportunity." If you can't think of it, just don't think about it. Claude was tired from climbing the mountain all day, so he quickly fell asleep holding the pillow.
The next day, Claude got up and walked to the dilapidated wooden house of the village elder's house. In Squirrel Village, the village elder's house was the only one that didn't look like a shack. It was a little decent, but it was also very dilapidated. The village
The elder and his old wife are both at home, collecting firewood in the yard. The rainy season of more than 20 days is coming soon. Firewood is a very important reserve during this period. If there is a lack of fuel during the rainy season, you can only eat raw food.
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Claude found a broken wooden post and sat down, and got straight to the point: "I went to the mountain yesterday and saw the big black wolf and that..."
"Wow!" All the firewood in the arms of the village elder and his old woman scattered to the ground, interrupting what Claude was about to say. Both the old man and the old woman stared at Claude in awe, somewhat dumbfounded.
Look.
"No, why are you two looking at me like that?" Claude felt strange.
The village elder glanced at his wife, and the old woman understood. She hurried to the door of the yard and stretched her head to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then she nervously closed the broken wooden door.
"Sir, did you really go to the mountains and see the witch?" The old man mysteriously came to Claude's side and lowered his voice.
Claude almost didn't hear what he was saying.
"Sir, you are so brave. The witch looks so scary, but you are not even afraid?" The old woman also came over.
Claude suddenly remembered the ugly mask hanging on the wooden wall of the shabby shack of the young mage, and thought that perhaps these villagers did not know that the witch they were talking about was the young mage.
"Is she a witch? I didn't think much about it. I just thought she was an old, ugly, crazy woman, but it was true that she was accompanied by a big black wolf. I also said a few words to her and asked her about squirrels.
In which direction is the village? Because I got dizzy and lost my way in the mountains. It was getting dark and I happened to run into her. She didn’t say anything, she just pointed to the village and told me the direction.
Back." Claude deliberately followed their words and explained how he met the so-called witch in an understatement.
"Wow, sir, you are so lucky. You happened to meet this witch when she was awake, and nothing bad happened..." the old woman exclaimed.
"Sober? What do you mean, is this witch really crazy?" Claude asked.
"It's not a madman, but this witch will turn into a big black bear. Once she turns into a big black bear, she will be very ferocious. If you encounter her at that time, you may not know if something terrible will happen..." The village elder was very sure.
answer.
The shit turned into a big black bear. It was just the girl mage wearing a bear skin. It was enough to scare these ignorant villagers.
"What I said is true..." Seeing Claude's disbelief, the village elder quickly gave an example: "Our lord once took people to hunt in the mountains, and several of his servants were attacked by witches.
The attack of the unpredictable big black bear killed three people and injured one. The lord was so frightened that he fled back with his friends overnight. He did not go hunting in the mountains again for several years. That time I saw the corpses of the three servants with my own eyes.
The body was covered with wounds from bear claws. Because the lord forced people from our village to collect the bodies, luckily we didn’t run into the witch..."
Something seemed wrong. Thinking about the age of the young mage, Claude felt that she must have been a child several years ago, and it would be impossible for her to deal with those strong servants.
"How many years have you known about this witch?" Claude asked.
"This?" The village elder thought for a while and replied: "It must have been more than 20 years ago, and I was once saved by her. I was still in my thirties at that time, and the lord's steward came to the village.
They asked us to hand over the purple sunflower seeds, so we had no choice but to go to the mountains to look for them. After staying in the mountains for four or five days, we finally picked the purple sunflower seeds on a cliff. However, when we came down, we accidentally rolled down the grass and fell unconscious.
I saw a big black bear charging towards me.
I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I found myself lying under a big tree. All the wounds on my body had been bandaged, and I applied medicine and felt very cool. Most of the things around me were still there, and the Ziyang
The grass was fine, but a little salt and two semolina cakes were taken away. There was also a note on the ground next to her, asking us to exchange salt and food with her when we got sick.
Sir, in fact, our green ointment was obtained from that witch. So the last time you wanted to buy the prescription, it wasn’t that we didn’t want to sell it, but that we didn’t know. This green ointment is not for treating trauma. The witch used to have one.
Black ointment is very effective in treating trauma, but in the past two years, she said that the ingredients for the black ointment were gone and could not be made, leaving only this green ointment for treating colds and fevers..."
The words of the village elder revealed a lot of clues, which allowed Claude to confirm that the witch he mentioned was not the same person as the current girl mage. She should be the elder of the girl mage, but for some unknown reason, her elder
Not here, leaving the young mage pretending to be her elder and struggling to survive alone in the forest with the big black wolf.
"The mountain witch didn't harm the villagers of your Squirrel Village, right?" Claude asked.
"No, sir." The village elder said: "Everyone in the village knows that the witch forest behind the mountain ridge is her territory, and we will not go near it. First, it is too far, and second, it is close to the mountain and there are many black bears.
, our villagers are all active around here, cutting firewood and picking mountain products. Moreover, the green ointment obtained in exchange for the witch has become a specialty of our village, and the merchants will come to exchange the ointment with us..."
Claude nodded: "No wonder you all advised me not to go when I said I wanted to go for a walk in the back mountains last time. It turned out to be because you were afraid that I would discover this secret."
"Sir, please forgive me." The village elder apologized sincerely: "If you were from our village, we wouldn't worry, and nothing would happen to you even if you meet that witch. But you are from outside, and the witch doesn't know. It's very possible that you are from outside.
It will hurt you, that's what we're afraid of..."
"It's okay." Claude smiled and said, "I won't disturb her peace, and I won't blame you for hiding the secret of this mountain witch. I will also help you hide it and won't tell others. Speaking of which, I
I should thank her for helping me guide me in the mountains, otherwise I might wander around in the mountains and never get out. Since she needs salt and food, I will bring some over to exchange with her in two days. You guys won’t
Blame me..."
"Ah, no, sir," the village elder said: "In fact, we are all very grateful to her, because her ointment allows us to exchange daily necessities with merchants. It's just that our village is too poor and we can't give it to her.
She provides better food and things. If you are willing to help me, sir, we would be very grateful. How can we blame you?"
"Okay, then it's settled. You go ahead and get busy. I'll leave first. By the way, in two days, McJack and Gemmy will come back from the town to purchase some supplies and rye. If you need it, you can get it from the village.
I'll give you something in exchange." After saying this, Claude got up and walked out the door.
"Ah, thank you so much for your care." The village elder and his old lady thanked them repeatedly. Now that there is no lord, the mountain products picked by the villagers become their own income. It might not be a bad idea to exchange them with Claude and the others.
It was a good idea. After all, they had to walk a long way to get to town. It was almost like driving a long distance.