Chapter 68 Druid?

When Amber came back after a few days of leaving, he found that the scale of the camp was larger than before, and there were many houses made of wooden planks between the tents, as well as some drying grounds, work sheds, and warehouses. Distributed in various areas of the camp, a new sawmill has been built by the Baishui River, next to the simple temporary dock, and the solid roads connect the camp and various facilities around the camp - it seems that this place has been there for a long time. The prototype of the settlement began to change from the camp to the territory.

The labor system created by that guy is still very effective.

The stupid little maid had already run to inform her master. Amber was sitting idle in Gawain's tent, and beside her stood a man in dirty clothes. An old man in a dirty gray cloth robe, wearing a soft hat, with messy beard and hair.

This old man who looked like he was dug out of the slums was the professional hired by Amber. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the big tent, carefully keeping his distance from everything around him, but his eyes were Turning around like a profiteer who was a guest in the lord's castle, Miss Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for more than half a month and muttered: "The masons and carpenters have begun to live there. He built a wooden house and pitched a tent. I really don’t know what he was thinking..."

"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him suddenly spoke at this time, "You said Is that true? Is that really the Gawain Cecil from seven hundred years ago? The one who has been making a lot of noise in the South recently?" "Of course it is true," Hetty said to the little old man. Rolling his eyes, "Can what I dug out with my own hands be fake? Let me tell you, no matter how poor the Cecil family is now, their ancestors are very powerful. They can just move the treasure house..."

The little old man touched his messy beard: "As long as it is true, little girl, let me tell you, my skills in the antique appraisal industry are..."

Amber He was stunned when he heard it halfway: "Hey? Wait! Aren't you a Druid?!"

The little old man was twirling his beard when he suddenly froze and looked at Amber in shock: "I..."

As soon as he said the word "I", the heavy curtain of the camp was opened by someone, and bright light poured in, and was immediately illuminated by Gawain's nearly two-meter long The strong body was blocked tightly - the little old man and Amber were startled at the same time.

When Gawain walked into the camp, he noticed the extra stranger: wearing a dirty robe, which was a weird costume between a short robe and a robe, and almost All the edges were frayed; he was wearing a gray soft hat with several holes in it; his beard and hair were messy and had not been washed for God knows how long; the whole person was old and shriveled, but his eyes were Very bright...

Yes, it is a real hermit painting style.jpg

Gowen silently made a judgment in his heart. The image of the little old man in front of him almost perfectly matchedHis imagination of a Druid who avoids the world, keeps company with the jungle, and possesses countless ancient knowledge - although if he saw him on other occasions, he might think of him as a beggar in the slums, Amber said he wanted to go out If you find a Druid, then this is the Druid style in front of you.

A certain Elf's Shame actually managed to find a Druid back (at least he looked similar). It seemed that he had misjudged Amber before.

After expressing a little apology to Amber in his heart, Gawain strode towards the little old man in front of him: "Welcome, in the name of the Cecil family, this land has been waiting for a true scholar for a long time. It’s time. I am Gawain Cecil, you should have heard my name.”

The little old man also woke up from his brief daze, and a bright smile appeared on his face. That smile is so bright that you don’t look like a hermit): "Ah, your name is known to everyone in the entire continent. I am very happy to serve you and your territory - I don’t know if there are all the antiques that need to be appraised... "

Gawain also said at the same time: "The arrival of the Druid will definitely bring benefits to this land..."

"Antique?" "Druid?"

The two people said in unison, their faces confused.

"Did I hear correctly?" Gawain said in astonishment, "You just said you were appraising antiques? I asked Amber to find a druid..."

"Druid? Not an antique appraiser?!" The little old man was also shocked, "I thought I was here to appraise antiques!"

The corner of Gawain's mouth suddenly trembled, and his eyes drifted involuntarily. The half-elf lady next to her who was trying to retract her head into her abdomen asked: "What did this half-elf 'lady' tell you?"

The little old man said casually: "She said she dug out a seven-year-old woman. An antique with a history of hundreds of years, I rushed over without asking for details..."

Gawain stretched out his hand to grab Amber's pointed ears, and the latter suddenly let out an exclamation, and suddenly the sting slipped away. It slipped out from under Gawain's hand and disappeared into the ubiquitous shadow.

But someone reacted faster than her: before the thief could fully enter the Shadow Realm, Gawain made a mistake and blocked Amber's escape route, and activated the knight's protective aura. The halo effect spread, and Amber suddenly came out of the shadow state in a trance, and hit her head on the high bra and abdomen, and screamed on the spot.

The camp is poorly defended. In order to respond to emergencies at any time, Gawain always wears armor.

The strong-headed Rebecca hit Gawain with her head and was hit hard, not to mention the weak-headed Amber. The half-elf lady was suddenly confused and escaped from the shadow form. Afterwards, she covered her head and spun around twice before stopping. Gawain grabbed her ears, and she immediately shouted: "Hey, hey, hey! It hurts, it hurts! Let go, let go, let go..."

"He is the Druid! I don't know what it is like to appraise antiques!" Amber still felt aggrieved, and shouted loudly while trying to break away from Gawain's claws, "I just told him casually I dug up an ancient man from seven hundred years ago, but I didn’t expect that he actually misunderstood it!”

The little old man looked at the farce in front of him in stunned silence, and then he finally came to his senses: "Wait a minute, the old antique you are talking about seven hundred years ago is Duke Gawain Cecil?"

"Don't mention 'old antique'! He is going to kill me!" Amber screamed , "Didn't I tell you everything! Gawain Cecil was resurrected and was awakened by my own hands! But I didn't ask you to identify him - I thought you understood!"

The little old man stared: "I thought you stole this ancient hero's tomb after awakening him! I was also thinking about how you deceived people. After stealing the tomb and digging the tomb, you can still let the person involved I agree that you can find someone to appraise the antiques..."

Gowen: "..."

After going through the great historical figures he knew in his previous life one by one in his mind, Gowen finally He suppressed the urge to throw the amber out at the scene, and looked at the little old man in front of him dumbfounded: "So...you are not a druid?"

But he didn't expect the little old man to hear this question. Then he touched his beard, straightened the tattered gray cloth robe, and said in an inscrutable tone: "It depends on the specific situation and your needs. If the conditions here are suitable, I can also be a druid..."

Gawain was stunned: Is there any other druid that "can be"?

"Then are you a druid?" Gawain frowned, "I need druids to assist in the agricultural construction of the territory, and I don't want any problems with this work, so you It’s best to be cautious in your answers.”

After a farce, he now has a serious sense of distrust towards the little old man with a hermit style in front of him.

But he saw the little old man smile slightly and take out an inconspicuous seed from his arms. He threw the seed on the ground and picked up the water glass from the table next to him. He poured some water on the ground, and then muttered something. After a moment, a green light rippled from where the seed landed.

The seeds sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye - although it was only a very small bud, it was an eye-opener for Gawain.

"Look, look! He is a Druid!" Amber suddenly shouted, "Why don't you let me go quickly! It hurts so much!"

Gawain let go of the half-elf's ears in confusion, and looked at the little old man with a strange expression: "So you are really a druid... but what does it mean to be an antique appraiser?"

Gawain felt puzzled: "A druid who studies flowers, birds, fish and insects, and an appraiser who studies antiques. How did you get together with these two different professions?" "

"The main reason is that I have no money," the little old man spread his hands. "I was too poor to be a druid, so I started a side business. And let me tell you, my abilities are not limited to these two. If you are short of cooks here, I will also order barbecue and soup making skills..."

Not only did Gawain's mouth tremble this time, Even his forehead could not help but tremble: "As long as the price is right, you can still give people fortune telling, right? "

The little old man pressed his beard: "It depends on how much you pay. If the price is right, I can learn now. ”

Gawain looked up to the sky and sighed, saying in his heart that he was indeed the person that Amber had found. This development was simply logical and should be done. He neither underestimated Amber’s integrity nor overestimated her virtue. , this "agricultural expert" fits Amber's standards perfectly.

A guy who is completely unreliable, but he is really a druid.

"Then...is he okay? " Amber carefully watched Gawain's reaction, and after a while she dared to speak, "At least Druid is real. "

"It's better than nothing," Gawain sighed, looking down at the little old man, "Then from today on, you will be the druid led by Cecil, and I will give you a suitable Remuneration...what level are you at? "

"A third-level Druid of the Forest Heart School, and a third-level magic herbalist," the little old man said with a smile, "and he is also a good barbecue master. You really don't think about it. one time? "

Gawain twitched his mouth: "No, I have a maid who is good at cooking - I will pay you according to the standard of hiring a third-level formal spell caster, but the prerequisite is that you refine it first A batch of growth-promoting potions to prove itself. Materials and tools will be provided. "

The little old man nodded with satisfaction: "Of course, of course. ”