Yuffie understood what the other party wanted to say. The balance of magic power can easily be broken by external forces, and that will lead to the disappearance of 'home'. Although they are used to displacement, family relocation is still difficult for the people of Yanwu - and it is troublesome.
If something like this happens, the purpose of their visit will definitely be ruined.
She nodded silently, raised her hands and caressed the shoulders of the two people around her, dispelling the protective spells that were still in effect one by one.
A series of gray-brown dome houses made of canvas gradually came into view of the two people. They were a bit too simple, and they trembled slightly from time to time, as if they would be completely overturned if the wind was stronger.
The blond girl looked away from the distance and glanced at the woman next to her. "The environment is not that bad, but we have to move at every turn, and we can't use 'Alchemy'... Sure enough, this place is still not suitable for human survival." She sighed.
He said, "Thank you for being able to stay here forever."
"For us, this is enough." The woman explained in a low voice, not knowing who she was talking to. "As long as we survive, it means there is hope." She sighed and changed the topic.
"Come with me, I know where the person you are looking for is."
…
The two of them followed the women of the Yanwu tribe through the simple and crumbling fence and entered the 'home' composed of a group of houses. Perhaps because they did not look threatening, the people passing by did not show any signs of unease even though they were uneasy.
Obvious caution.
Even the uneasiness didn't seem to be directed at them. She soon discovered that there were only haggard old men and thin children left in the camp. The Yanwu people, who were about the same age as the 'guides' around them and were relatively strong, almost
No one was left behind. She raised this question to the woman beside her, but the other woman remained silent and just led the two of them deeper into the camp.
They stopped in front of an ordinary house - in fact, due to the lack of materials, all the houses here were the same, only the degree of dilapidation was different. The woman gently pulled the pendant hanging next to the door.
, letting the crisp bell ring, and said something in a language that the two of them could not understand. Soon, a deep voice came from inside, but it was changed back to the language of the Yinil people.
"Are there any guests...Welcome, come in together."
She and Lin thanked each other one after another, and followed the women of the Yanwu tribe into the house. The layout inside was as simple as she expected - there were no tables and chairs; the bed was made of gray linen cloth, covered with messy rags.
On the fur; the canvas that makes up the outer wall of the house has only one layer, which has been simply treated with oil, and can barely block the wind and rain; the innermost part is exposed, and the wooden frame is not much thicker than a finger, and it creaks every time it is shaken.
ring.
Yuffie heard Elena and Ann describe the tents that the Sachi people lived in. Although they were relatively simple for easy disassembly, compared to the 'residence' in front of them, those thick and warm buildings made of felt were already luxurious. These were
This 'shack' has been stripped of all 'unnecessary' facilities and decorations, as if it was ready to be abandoned at any time from the beginning.
This proves what the 'guide' said from another angle. When they are unlucky, the tribe will move once or twice a month. In the harsh wilderness, there is a lack of livestock that can carry things, and any extra load will be lost.
Quite deadly. However, even if the strong winds and sandstorms could not invade this oasis, it was still difficult for her to imagine how the house in front of her could withstand the cold night in the wilderness.
An old man sat alone at one end of the 'bed', watching them as they walked into the house. He was as skinny as everyone Yuffie saw here, with dark brown skin sticking close to his frame, and his face was covered with ravines.
Only a few pale strands of hair and beard remain. However, his eyes are not cloudy at all, which proves that the other person has not really aged yet.
"Sit down and talk." The old man picked up a few cushions from the bedside - three relatively complete pieces of felt, and threw them next to them. "Tell me why you came. My name is Yan Qi, please call me by my name."
That’s it, travelers.”
No matter the words used, the tone or the old man's attitude, it means that he has a glorious past. If the other party has some connection with the royal family of the former Daqi, it may be able to increase the success rate of their 'plan', Yuffie
Thought.
She and Lin looked at each other and sat down cross-legged like Yan Lun. The woman who brought them in faced the old man's gaze and was at a loss for a while before carefully sitting down on one side.
"Yuffie Steinmetz, and Lin Campbell." The girl said her name simply, crossed her hands on her chest, and performed the witch etiquette to each other, "I want to ask you about Shuiyun's identity in the Yanwu tribe.
, and her experiences from childhood to the present."
The old man nodded. "Your Highness Shuiyun." He straightened up a little, with a nostalgic look on his face, "I'm sorry there is no tea here. Fortunately, the story is not long, so let me tell it to you."
…
The story is not far from Yuffie's guess.
Shui Yun is the daughter of Shui Zheng, the last king of Da Qi, and his youngest child. Since childhood, Shui Yun has been very smart and has shown excellent talent in alchemy. Shui Yun has been loved by almost everyone in the palace.
Zheng even half-jokingly said that if the other children don't work hard enough, the throne will be passed on to the princess. Of course, not many people took it seriously - her two equally outstanding brothers were just studying and training to compete.
I worked harder in the past.
However, Shui Zheng was not able to see with his own eyes what she would look like when she grew up. The king misjudged the ambition and power of the empire, and Qi, who refused his 'invitation', soon ushered in the sword and iron hoof.
People know what happened, but Da Qi's army and territory only lasted for more than half a month. The two princes and many soldiers who led the army to the expedition also died on the battlefield.
Shui Zheng did not intend to surrender. He personally guarded the royal city and was determined to die with the country. He finally issued a royal order, allowing the citizens of Daqi to decide whether to stay or leave on their own. Shui Yun, who was only nine years old, was under his arrangement.
, followed the guards to leave the royal city and go to the country of their allies to avoid disaster.
But Shui Zheng never expected that Ying Zheng's goal was far more than just Daqi. Wherever the iron hooves stepped on, the surrounding countries and city-states were either merged into the empire, or turned into a wasteland. Shui Yun, who soon had nowhere to go,
Like those subjugated people who refused to be recruited by the empire, they chose to step into the lifeless Far Eastern Plains.
"Then... she met you?" Lin tilted her head and guessed, then shook her head, "But in this case, how could she become the Empire's "King of Fog"?"
"That's not the case, Miss Lin." Yan Qi stroked his sparse beard and sighed with regret, "The harsh environment, lack of food and clothing, and the brutal monsters wandering around caused the deaths of His Highness Shuiyun's guards one after another.
On the way to travel. And at that time, an old man who called himself "Kong" found her."