Chapter 68 Druid?

Amber came back after leaving for a few days. Sure enough, he found that the scale of the camp was larger than before, and there were many more wooden houses between the tents, and there were drying yards, sheds, and warehouses in the camp. In various areas, a new sawmill has been built by the Baishui River, next to the simple temporary pier, and the rammed road connects the camp and various facilities around the camp - it seems that there is already a long-term residence here. The prototype began to change from the camp to the territory.

The labor system that guy tossed up is still very effective.

The dumb little maid had already run to inform her master, Amber was idle in Gawain's tent, and beside her stood a man in a dirty gray cloth robe with a belt. An old man with a floppy hat and a messy beard.

This old man who looked like he was dug out of the slum was a professional hired by Amber. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the large tent, carefully keeping a distance from everything around him, but his eyes were rolling. , like a profiteer who was a guest in the lord's castle, while Miss Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for half a month, and muttered: "Masons and carpenters have begun to live in wooden houses, he I even set up a tent, I really don’t know what was going on in my head…”

"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him suddenly spoke at this time, "Is that true? Is that the Gawain Cecil from seven hundred years ago? The one that has been rumored in the south recently?"

"Of course it's true," Hetty rolled his eyes at the little old man, "Is there still any fakes I dug up with my own hands? Let me tell you, don't look at how poor the Cecil family is now, their ancestors are amazing. After all, the whole person is a mobile treasure house..."

The little old man stroked his messy beard: "It's all right, little girl, let me tell you, my ability in the field of antique appraisal is..."

Amber was stunned when he heard half of it: "Hey? Wait a minute! Aren't you a Druid?!"

The little old man who was twitching his beard suddenly froze, and stared at Amber dumbfounded: "I..."

As soon as he said the word "I", the thick curtain of the tent was thrown open, and bright rays of light poured in, and was immediately blocked by Gawain's sturdy body of nearly two meters— The little old man and Amber were startled at the same time.

Gawain, on the other hand, noticed the extra stranger as he walked into the tent: wearing a dirty robe, a weird kind of clothing between a short robe and a long robe, and almost all the edges were frayed brim; wearing a soft gray hat with several holes in it; beard and hair messy, God knows how long it has not been washed; the whole person is old and shriveled, but the eyes are bright...

Yes, it is the real hermit style.jpg

Gawain silently made a judgment in his heart. The image of this little old man in front of him almost perfectly matched his imagination of a Druid who avoided the world, accompanied the jungle, and mastered countless ancient knowledge—although if it was in other places. On occasions, seeing the other party may regard him as a beggar in the slums, but Amber said that he was going out to find a Druid, so this is the Druid style in front of him.

A certain elf's shame can actually find a Druid to come back (at least it looks like it), it seems that I misread Amber a little bit before.

With a slight 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 real scholar for a long time. I'm Gawain. Cecil, you should have heard my name."

The little old man also woke up from his brief stupor, and then a particularly bright smile appeared on his face (the smile was so bright that he didn't look like a hermit): "Ah, your name is known to everyone on the entire continent. , I'm very happy to serve you and your territory-I don't know the antiques that need to be appraised..."

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

"Antique?" "Druid?"

The two said in unison,

Confused on both faces.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Gawain said in surprise, "You just said to identify antiques? I asked Amber to find a Druid..."

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

The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched suddenly, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the half-elf lady beside her who was trying to shrink her head into her abdominal cavity: "How did this half-elf 'lady' tell you?"

The little old man said casually, "She said she dug up a seven-hundred-year-old antique, and I rushed over without asking for the details..."

Gawain reached out and grabbed Amber's pointed ear, the latter exclaimed suddenly, and the thorn slipped out from under Gawain's hand, and disappeared into the ubiquitous shadows.

But someone reacted faster than her: before the thief could fully enter the shadow world, Gawain blocked Amber's escape route and activated the knight's protective aura. As the invisible halo effect spread, Amber suddenly got out of the shadow state in a trance, and slammed his head into the position of the high bra, and screamed on the spot.

The defense of the camp was insufficient, and in order to deal with emergencies at any time, Gawain was always in his armor.

The iron-headed Rebecca hit Gawain with a bag with her head, not to mention Amber, who was not iron-headed. The half-elf lady was hit five times and three times. She stopped after two laps, and was grabbed by Gao Wen's ear, she immediately shouted: "Hey, hey! It hurts! Let go, let go..."

"What happened to the antiques 700 years ago?!" Gawain stared at the shame of all things, "Where is the Druid I asked you to find!?"

"He's a Druid! I don't know what's going on with the appraisal of antiques!" Amber was still aggrieved, and while trying to break free from Gawain's claws, he shouted loudly, "I just said something to him and dug it out. An ancient man seven hundred years ago, but I didn't expect that he actually misunderstood!"

The little old man stared dumbfounded at the farce in front of him. At this time, 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's about to kill me!" Amber screamed, "Didn't I tell you everything! Gawain Cecil was resurrected, and was awakened by my own hands! But I I didn't ask you to identify him - I thought you understood!"

The little old man glared: "I thought you woke up this ancient hero and stole his grave! I still wonder how you fooled people, and after stealing the grave and digging the tomb, you can still get the person involved to agree that you come to find someone. Identifying antiques..."

Gao Wen: "..."

After going through the great historical figures he knew in his previous life one by one in his mind, Gawain finally suppressed the urge to throw Amber out at the scene, and looked at the little old man in front of him dumbfounded: "So...you're not Drew. Yi?"

But he didn't expect the little old man to touch his beard after hearing this question, then tidied up the tattered gray cloth robe, and said in an unfathomable tone: "It depends on the specific situation and your needs. Now, if the conditions are right for you here, I can be a Druid too..."

Gawain was stunned: Druid still has "could be"?

"Then are you a druid?" Gawain frowned, "I need a druid to assist in the agricultural construction of the territory, and I don't want any problems with this work, so your answer should be cautious. "

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

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

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

"Look, look! He's a Druid!" Amber suddenly shouted, "Don't let me go! It hurts!"

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 an antique appraiser mean?"

"I was indeed a Druid in the early years, and it is the true heart of the forest school," the little old man said proudly with his chest slightly raised, "but the antique appraiser is also my profession - so to speak, the whole There are not many antique appraisers in the southern border who are better than me."

Gawain felt inexplicable: "Druid who studies flowers, birds, fish and insects, and appraiser who studies antiques, how did you get together as two occupations that are not next to each other?"

"The main reason is that I don't have money," the little old man spread his hands. "When the druids are too poor, they start a side business. And I tell you, I have more than these two abilities. If you don't have a cook here, I will I will also order the skills of barbecue and soup..."

This time, not only was the corner of Gawain's mouth shaking, but even the corner of his forehead couldn't help shaking twice: "As long as the price is right, you can still give people a fortune-telling, right?"

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

Gao Wen sighed up to the sky, and said in his heart that he really deserved to be the one that Amber found. This kind of development is logical and logical. He neither underestimated Amber's integrity nor overestimated her virtue. This "agronomy expert" is simply It is perfectly in line with Amber's standards of conduct.

An unreliable guy, but he is really a Druid.

"Then... is he alright?" Amber carefully watched Gawain's reaction before he dared to speak, "At least Druid is real."

"It's better than nothing," Gawain sighed and looked down at the little old man, "Then from today onwards, you will be the Druid of Cecil, and I will give you a suitable reward... What level are you? "

"The third-level druid of the Heart of Forest School is also a third-level magic herbalist," the little old man said with a smile, "and he is also a good barbecue master, don't you really think about it?"

Gawain twitched the corners of his mouth: "No, I have a maid who cooks well - I will pay you according to the standard of hiring a third-level official spellcaster, but only if you make a batch of growth-promoting potions to prove it. myself. Materials and tools we will provide."

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