"Then let's go find your dad." Lumian stood up.

He has always been active and is very clear about investigating the legend in the village that this matter cannot be delayed. If he delays for a long time, he will easily be discovered by his sister, and his sister Ollor will definitely not allow him to continue.

This is because in Orol's eyes, pursuing extraordinary power is a very dangerous behavior.

How could I not know that there was danger? Orol would not lie to me at this point, but even if there was a sea made of wildfires made of knives in front of me, I would still go on and not let Orol face it alone... While getting up, this thought flashed through Lumian's mind.

Whenever the world is becoming more and more dangerous, the seriousness and worry on Orol's face cannot deceive people!

Raymond Clegg was even more confused:

"What are you looking for him?"

"Ask how long ago the legend of that wizard happened." Lumian looked at Raymond.

Why doesn't this guy understand human words? It seems that it is necessary to find an opportunity to test his IQ.

Raymond's face was full of doubt and looked at Lumian:

"What should I do if I ask so clearly?"

Uh... should I just find a reason to fool this guy, or say it straight? Lumian suddenly fell into deep thought.

Considering that his subsequent investigation could not be completely hidden from these friends around him, the reason for pursuing the legendary truth is like a deceiving person. If the spread is made, no villagers will believe it, Lumian quickly got an idea.

He instantly showed his usual lie.

"..." Raymond took a quick step back, "Speak well!"

Lumian adjusted his dark top and linen shirt inside, and said with a smile:

"I think the legend of that wizard is worth pondering."

"Where is worth thinking about?" Raymond thought for a long time before saying.

"There was a wizard in the village before," Lumian said seriously, "Think about it, when I made up stories to deceive people, I would definitely not say the time, place and background that everyone can confirm immediately. The legend clearly mentioned that there was once a wizard in the village of Kordu. If this is a lie, wouldn't it be easy for everyone to expose it?"

"But that happened a long time ago," Raymond retorted.

"I mean everyone when this story first started circulating a long time ago. They should easily confirm whether a wizard died in the village at that time." Lumian said with a smile. "Since this story can be passed down all the time, it means it may have happened."

This reason cannot convince Raymond:

"But when you make up stories, you often use 'a hundred years ago', 'a hundred years ago', 'a long time ago' to make it impossible for everyone to confirm it."

"That's why I have to confirm with your father!" Lumian looked like "I know why I want to find your father now."

"That's right..." Raymond accepted this explanation, but always felt that something was wrong.

When the two left the square and walked deep into the village, Raymond finally woke up:

"But why do you want to confirm whether such a legend is true or false?"

"Witcher, that's a wizard! If we can confirm which house he once lived in and where he was buried later, we might discover his secrets and give ourselves magical powers beyond ordinary people." Lumian said the truth like a lie.

Raymond indeed showed a look of "Don't lie to me":

"Most of those stories are made up to scare children, how could it be true?

"And, pursuing the power of the wizard will be thrown into the referee!"

The Republic of Intis is located in the northern continent of this world. The orthodox gods are "eternal sun" and "the god of steam and machinery". The churches of the two divide the faith of almost all the people, and do not allow the "God of Night" church in the Kingdom of Ruen, the "Lord of the Storm" church, the "God of Earth" church in the Kingdom of Fenerport, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church in the Central and Southern countries such as Lembrod, and the "God of War" church in the Fsak Empire to come in to preach.

The Inquisition of the "Eternal Sun" church has always made the people afraid. I don't know how many heresies, pagans were locked up and treated cruelly.

Lumian laughed:

"What are you worried about this now? You have said that most of the legends are made up, and there may be almost no leftovers from wizards.

"Besides, even if we really find the legacy of the wizard, we don't have to inherit the forbidden power. We can give it to the church in exchange for their rewards. Well, as a wizard, there must be a lot of treasures in the funeral objects."

The church in Lumian's mouth refers to the "eternal sun" church, because the village of Kordu where they are located does not have the "God of Steam and Machinery" church - which is often concentrated in various large cities and places with factories.

Seeing that Raymond was so moved that he heard it, Lumian secretly said "tsk" and added:

"Do you really want to be a shepherd?"

The shepherd he mentioned is not the pastoral shepherd in the eyes of the citizens of big cities. He is not a part of his family, just drive a few sheep to eat grass every morning and take care of them.

In the Dalége area of ​​Leston Province, where the village of Cordu is located, shepherds are a profession, a profession that is destined to be hard and lonely.

They accepted the employment of the flock owners and drove dozens or even hundreds of sheep back and forth between the mountains and plains.

This is called a transition. When autumn comes, the alpine pastures of the mountains around Kordu village wither. Shepherds drive the flock to the outside of the pass and to the warmer plain pastures in the distance. This often crosses the border and enters the borders of Fenerport, Lenburg and other countries. In early May, they drive the flock back to various villages, cut off the wool, and wean the lambs. In June, they go up the mountain and enter the alpine pastures, live in the shacks, making cheese and grazing the flocks until the weather turns cold.

In this way, the shepherds were walking around year after year, traveling all their lives, and only had a very small amount of time to return to the village. Therefore, most of them were single, difficult to get married, and unable to start a family. And the few widows who had to go to shepherd for their livelihood were very popular in this group.

Raymond was silent.

After a while, he hesitated and said:

"Listen to you, this thing sounds fun and can be used to pass your free time."

Under normal circumstances, after the family decides which child needs to be a shepherd, he will send him to a shepherd's house to help the shepherd between the ages of fifteen and eighteen to learn how to shepherd the shepherd. Three years later, the child officially becomes a shepherd and seeks employment everywhere.

Raymond, 17 years old this year, has been looking for different reasons to delay this matter for more than two years. If his life will not change as it does now, he will have to learn shepherd next year.

"Let's go." Lumian patted Raymond on the shoulder, "Dad Ah or at home?"

"I haven't had much work lately. Lenten's holiday is coming again. He is either at home or in a tavern." Raymond made an envious voice again, "You don't know these things? You are not a farmer, you have a good sister!"

Lumian walked forward slowly with his hands in his pockets, ignoring Raymond's sigh.

When I was about to arrive at the dilapidated tavern in the village, a person walked over the side road.

The man was wearing a dark brown long hooded suit with a hood, tied a rope around his waist, and a pair of brand new black leather shoes with soft texture under his feet.

"Pierre, Pierre of Berry's family?" Raymond spoke in surprise.

Lumian also stopped and looked at the road on the side.

"It's me." Pierre Berry smiled and waved.

He is thin, with slightly sunken eye sockets, and his black hair is greasy and curly, and his face is covered with beard. He hasn't been shaved for a long time.

"Why are you back?" Raymond asked in confusion.

Pierre Berry is a shepherd. It is early April. He should grazing in the plain grassland outside the mountain pass. How could he appear in the village?

Even if he had made a transition to Lenburg or Fenerport North this time, he had just begun to set off now and it would take about a month to return to the mountainous area of ​​Dalege.

Pierre had a pair of gentle and smiling blue eyes, and he said happily:

"Isn't Lenten's Festival coming soon? I haven't participated in it for several years, so I can't miss it this year!

"Don't worry, I have companions to help me watch the flock of sheep. This is the best thing to be a shepherd. There is no supervisor. As long as you find someone to help, you can go wherever you want. It's very free."

Lent is a festival that is widely present in Intis. People welcome the arrival of spring in various forms and pray for a year's harvest.

This has nothing to do with the "Eternal Sun" church and the "Steam and Mechanical God" church, but it has formed folk customs and has no worship of pagan gods, so it has been acquiesced by the orthodox people.

"You want to see who was selected as the Spring Elf this year?" Lumian quipped with a smile.

During Lenten Festival in Kordu Village, people will select a beautiful girl to play the role of the spring elves, which is part of the celebration.

Pierre followed and said with a smile:

"I hope it's your sister Ollor, but she certainly won't agree, and she is not a good age."

"Okay." He then pointed to the tavern not far away, "I'll go to the church to make a prayer and invite you to drink later."

Raymond subconsciously responded:

"No, you don't have much money."

"Haha, the gods teach us, 'Even if there is only one copper, we must share it with the poor brothers.'" Pierre said of a proverb that was circulated among the shepherds in the Dalége region.

At this moment, Lumian smiled at Raymond:

"Pierre is rich, and he will definitely invite us to drink!"

He said, pointing to Pierre Berry's brand new leather shoes.

Pierre Berry was very happy:

"This time the employer was good. I divided several sheep, and then there were some wool, cheese and leather."

The shepherds’ rewards are made up of food, a small amount of money and shared livestock, cheese, wool, and leather. What exactly can be obtained depends on what the contract signed with the employer in advance is like.

For shepherds who need to travel a long distance, a good and suitable pair of leather shoes is the most urgent and practical desire.

Watching Pierre Berry walk towards the village square, Lumian's gaze gradually becomes calm and brings some doubts.

He said silently:

"Just spend a week or two or even nearly a month to rush back?"

After thinking for a moment, Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked towards the tavern with Raymond.

The tavern has no name, nor does it need a name. There is only one in Kordu Village. Villagers like to call it an old tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Lumian looked around habitually.

Suddenly, his eyes paused somewhere.

He saw the foreigner who left early last night.

They are obviously not from the same group of foreigners as Ryan, Leah, and Valentine.

This is a lady, wearing an orange long dress, with her slightly curly brown hair, and her light blue eyes staring at the light red alcoholic beverage in her hand.

She is beautiful and lazy, and seems to be in the same scene as the low and dim dilapidated tavern.
Chapter completed!