When Amber came back after leaving for a few days, she found that the scale of the camp was larger than before, and there were many more wooden houses between the tents, and some drying yards, sheds, and warehouses were distributed in the camp. In various areas, a new sawmill has been built by the Baishui River, next to the crude temporary docks, and the compacted roads connect the camp and various facilities around the camp—there seems to be the prototype of a long-term residence here. , began to change from the direction of the camp to the territory.
The labor system created by that guy still works.
The stupid little maid had already run to inform her master, Amber was idly staring blankly in Gawain's big tent, and beside her stood a man wearing a dirty gray cloth robe An old man with a floppy hat and a messy beard.
This old man who looks like he was dug out of a slum is a professional that Amber found. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the big tent, carefully keeping a distance from everything around him, but his eyes were rolling around. , like a profiteer who is a guest in the lord's castle, while Miss Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for more than half a month, and muttered: "Both masons and carpenters have begun to live in wooden houses. I also set up a tent, I really don’t know what’s going on in my mind…”
"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him said suddenly at this time, "Is what you said true? Is that really the Gawain Cecil seven hundred years ago? The one that was rumored in the south recently?"
"Of course it's true," Hetty rolled her eyes at the little old man, "I dug it out with my own hands, can there be fakes? Let me tell you, don't look at how poor the Cecil family is now, their ancestors are amazing Now, the whole person is a mobile treasure house..."
The little old man stroked his messy beard: "As long as it's true, let me tell you, little girl, my skills in the field of antique appraisal..."
Amber was stunned when she heard half of it: "Hey? Wait! Aren't you a druid?!"
The little old man froze when he was twirling his beard, and stared at Amber dumbfounded: "I..."
As soon as he uttered the word "I", the heavy curtain of the tent was thrown open, and bright light poured in, and was immediately blocked by Gawain's sturdy body of nearly two meters—— The old man and Amber were taken aback at the same time.
And Gao Wen noticed the extra stranger when he walked into the tent: he was wearing a dirty robe, which was a strange dress between a short robe and a long robe, and almost all the edges were frayed He wore a soft gray hat with several holes in it; his beard and hair were messy and hadn't been washed in God knows how long; his whole person was old and dry, but his eyes were bright...
That's right, it's the real hermit's painting style.jpg
Gao Wen silently made a judgment in his heart. The image of the little old man in front of him almost perfectly matched his imagination of a Druid who escaped from the world, kept company with the jungle, and mastered countless ancient knowledge—although if it were on other occasions Seeing the other party might treat him as a beggar in a slum, but Amber said that she was going out to find a druid, so this is the druid style in front of her eyes.
Shame of a certain elf actually found a druid back (at least he looks alike), it seems that I was a little bit wrong about 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. I am Gawain Cecil, you should have heard my name."
The little old man also woke up from his short stupor, and immediately he had a particularly bright smile on his face (the smile was so bright that he didn't look like a hermit): "Ah, your name is known to everyone in the whole continent. , glad to be of service to you and your territory—I don’t know that all the antiques that need to be appraised are in…”
Gawain also said at the same time: "The arrival of the druid will definitely bring a new life to this land..."
"Antique?" "Druid?"
The two spoke in unison, their faces dumbfounded.
"Excuse me, did I hear wrong?" Gao Wen said in astonishment, "You just said to appraise antiques? I asked Amber to find a druid..."
"Druid? Not an antique appraiser?!" The little old man was also taken aback, "I thought I was here to appraise antiques!"
The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched suddenly, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the half-elf lady who was trying to retract her head into her abdomen: "What did this half-elf 'lady' tell you?"
The little old man said casually: "She said she dug up a 700-year-old antique, and I rushed over without asking about the details..."
Gao Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed Amber's pointed ear, the latter let out a cry of surprise, Ji Liu slipped out from under Gao Wen's hand, and then disappeared into the ubiquitous shadows.
But someone reacted faster than her: Before the thief could fully enter the Shadow Realm, Gawain stepped in the way of Amber's escape, and activated the knight's protective aura, spreading with the invisible halo effect, Amber suddenly came out of the shadow state in a trance, and hit her head on the high bra's chest, and cried out on the spot.
The camp was not well-defended, and Gao Wen never left his armor in order to deal with emergencies at any time.
The hard-headed Rebecca hit Gawain's body with her head, not to mention the blunt Amber, the half-elf lady was hit in a daze, and she turned around holding her head after she escaped from the shadow form. It took two laps to stop, and Gao Wen grabbed her ear, and she immediately yelled, "Hey, hey! It hurts! Let it go, let it go..."
"What happened to the antique seven hundred 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 how to identify antiques!" Amber was still feeling aggrieved, and shouted loudly while trying to break free from Gawain's claws, "I just casually said to him to dig it out." An ancient man from 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, and finally came to his senses at this moment: "Wait a minute, the antique seven hundred years ago you mentioned is Duke Gawain Cecil?"
"Don't mention 'Old Antique'! He's going to kill me!" Amber screamed, "Didn't I tell you! Gawain Cecil was resurrected, and I woke him up! But I And you didn't ask him to identify him—I thought you got it!"
The little old man stared: "I thought you stole this ancient hero's tomb after awakening him! I wondered how you fooled people, and after stealing the grave and digging the tomb, you can still get the person to agree to you to find someone Authenticating Antiques…”
Gao Wen: "..."
After going through the historical greats that he knew in his previous life one by one in his mind, Gao Wen finally suppressed the urge to throw the amber out, and looked at the little old man in front of him dumbfounded: "So...you are not a druid ?”
Unexpectedly, after hearing this question, the little old man stroked his beard, straightened his tattered gray cloth robe, and said in an inscrutable tone: "It depends on the specific situation and your needs." Now, if you have the right conditions here, I can also be a druid... "
Gawain was taken aback: Druids still have "can be"
"Then are you a druid?" Gao Wen 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 you'd better be cautious in your answer. "
After a farce, he now has a serious distrust of the little old man with a hermit style in front of him.
But the little old man smiled slightly, and took out an inconspicuous seed from his bosom. He threw the seed on the ground, took a water glass from the table next to him and poured some water on the ground, and then After chanting, a moment later, 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 sprout, it opened Gao Wen's eyes.
"Look, look! He's a druid!" Amber yelled suddenly, "You don't want to let me go! It hurts like hell!"
Gawain let go of the half-elf's ears in a daze, 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 I belonged to the true Heart of the Forest school," the little old man said proudly, "but antique appraisers are also my profession—it can be said that the entire Southern Territory There are not many antique appraisers better than me."
Gao Wen felt puzzled: "Druids who study flowers, birds, fish and insects and appraisers who study antiques, how did you get together these two different professions?"
"The main reason is that I have no money," the little old man spread his hands, "When the druid was too poor, I started a side business. And let me tell you, my abilities are more than these two. If you lack a cook here, I will I will also order barbecue and soup cooking skills... ”
This time, not only the corners of Gao Wen's mouth were trembling, but even the corners of his forehead couldn't help trembling twice: "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 it now."
Gao Wen looked up to the sky and sighed, and said to himself that he was indeed the one who was brought back by Amber, and this kind of development was a matter of course. He neither underestimated Amber's integrity nor overestimated her virtue, this "agronomy expert" was simply It perfectly fits Amber's standard of conduct.
An unreliable guy, but he is really a druid.
"Then... is he okay?" Amber watched Gawain's reaction carefully, and dared to speak after a while, "At least the 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 Cecil's druid, and I will give you a suitable reward... What level are you?"
"The druid of the third-level forest heart school is also a third-level spell herbalist," the little old man said with a smile, "and he is also a good griller, don't you really think about it?"
Gao Wen twitched 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 the premise is that you first refine a batch of growth-promoting potions to prove yourself .Materials and tools we will provide."
The little old man nodded in satisfaction: "Of course, of course."