Xie Ning stood there awkwardly, silently retracting the gesture of holding the Hada.
However, he deeply imprinted the scene in front of him: the old man with a golden crown fainted on the ground, and the sturdy warriors surrounded him, some with anxious eyes, some with panic expressions, some with spears on the ground, and some shouting with their companions... The light is bright, and the positions are staggered. It is really a good oil painting layout!
Philion held the king's head and poured clean water into his closed eyes. The old man slowly woke up, looked happily in the direction of the young man, and said, "If the gods don't send auspicious signs and give Eleusis a way to cure the plague, then I will not live until tomorrow morning!"
The king's face lit up with smiles. He stood up joyfully, pushed aside all the heroes who loved him and regarded him as more than a father, and walked towards the mysterious boy. However, the boy just looked into his eyes, neither smiling nor making a sound.
"By the name of the mountain god!" the king began. "When I was a young man, I went hunting with my seven brothers in the mountains. Unfortunately, I was wounded in the stomach by the tusks of a wild boar. My brothers fled and none of them tried to save me. Later, I learned that jealousy had already devoured their hearts. They left me to die in the mountains to prevent me from inheriting the throne. At that time, I heard the sound of a shepherd's flute, and a solemn voice said to me, 'Son of Telemachus, even if you will be a wise king of Eleusis, you will suffer more than you can imagine today. I pity you, so stand up!' At this, the grass by the roadside came to life and fed me a fruit from it. At once I gained great strength and my wounds were healed."
"Because of this favor, I built an altar to the great god Pan here. I swear by my father's name that I am willing to exchange these magical fruits for you with ten brocade robes, ten bulls, ten cooking pots, and gold of equal weight, to cure the plague of the people in the city!"
Xie Ning really wanted to tell him, "Stop talking. It's useless. It's like talking at cross purposes."
But judging from his expression, what he wants is not the coat, but these fruits...
After thinking it over again and again, Xie Ning plucked up her courage, put her coat in the crook of her left arm, stretched out her right index finger, tapped her lips, waved it, then tapped her ears, and waved it.
Body language is something that everyone can understand, right? I can't speak, and I can't understand what people say. Please bear with me.
Esson looked at the young man in amazement. The fingers he stretched out were as white as cream. Only unmarried girls had such slender hands and arms. His daughter Antea was as good at riding and archery as her brother. She was a beautiful girl famous in the surrounding countries and was much stronger than the young man.
Is he a deaf-mute
The boy stubbornly pushed the cloth filled with fruits forward - the color of the cloth was also something he rarely saw, blue as the deepest ocean and soft as the lightest wool, but the mesh of the cloth was invisible, reflecting the red berries inside, as if looking at them for any longer would burn one's eyes.
The other heroes suggested taking the boy back first, but the king had other ideas. He gestured to the boy to get on the carriage with him. In order to show the favor of the gods, he had decided to make the boy a priest in the city temple.