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"Come in, visitors from afar. You need a place to rest, and I happen to have a few vacant rooms here, and a large unfinished winter stock of acorns. The acorns taste good, if you like it. , you can take some away as a gift." The fat Crisp Noodle, no, it was the raccoon who moved the door sideways and waved to Barrett and the others with his small paws.

Patrol Captain Milo and Raccoon nodded, and then waved goodbye to everyone, "I'm going back. If you have any questions, you can ask Master 'Cade', he is the most knowledgeable elder in our village."

"It's not erudite, it just lives for a long time. As long as any creature lives long enough, it will sum up some survival experience, even if it is a chicken. Huh? Why do I use a chicken as a metaphor? Is it true? Want to eat boiled eggs?" The fat raccoon said to himself, and finally reached out and scratched his butt.

Is the talking creature in front of you a raccoon, a halfling, or something else? Barrett thought. Is it a Druid?

"Be careful when you come in, especially the tallest Nord. I've seen the same tattoo on your forehead before, but don't remember where." It/he said to Barrett, " As for the accompanying mounts, you can just tie them to the branches next to them. You don't need to worry about these hard-working horses going hungry. There may not be many other things on the grassland, but all kinds of grass are completely enough. Whether the horse likes to eat alfalfa, imperial bamboo grass, sweet elephant grass, or rabbits is not a problem at all.”

"Rabbit?" Barrett bowed his head and walked into the tree house with doubts. Is there grass called 'rabbit'?

This huge and sturdy oak tree has a lot of space inside, not much smaller than an ordinary human dwelling. Even if five humans pour in at once, it will not appear too crowded. This type of building reminds Barrett of the half-elven city of Imlandus, where the buildings are also integrated with the trees.

"Yes, rabbit. According to my guess, your nightmare beast should like rabbits." The raccoon motioned for everyone to sit down, and he walked slowly to another room, holding a teapot and a glass jar. came out. "But I hope he doesn't like roast rabbits, or roast halflings, and roast raccoons. Anyway, I'm glad you didn't bring that horrible guy into the village."

"Have you seen the Nightmare beast I was riding?" Before entering the village, Barret had already made Carrot return to the shadow plane. After all, this guy's temperament is still a bit wild, and it would be bad if something happened on someone else's territory.

"See? Well... I actually prefer to use the word 'discovered'. I spotted you when you were just passing by the 'Hope Rock', so I told Milo to pay attention and asked him to Bring me here." The raccoon poured a glass of light yellow liquid for each of them.

Barrett took a sip. It was lemon honey water. The sweet and sour taste was very good.

"If you like honey, you can add it yourself. I usually like to drink sweeter ones." He sat on the stump opposite the crowd and added two tablespoons of honey to his teacup, "but not everyone is the same as me. Taste. Honey is made from nasturtium, and of course there are other miscellaneous flowers, such as alfalfa, iris, etc. After all, bees are not as picky eaters as we are.”

"Where is the 'Rock of Hope'?" asked the guide Gene, "In my impression, there doesn't seem to be such a place on the vast sea grassland."

"It's not a place, just a rock about the size of an ogre, you should have an impression of it." The raccoon put down the teacup in his hand and gestured with his claws, "That rock is very conspicuous because there is only one nearby. Big guy, you can see it from a distance."

It turned out to be the stone, Barrett was convinced. They did see a big rock standing out of the way in the grassland, and there were some rotting ropes tied to that rock.

"The name 'Hope Rock' was given by the tribes who had just migrated to the grasslands, because there was a large bunch of blooming phoenix orchids on the top of the rock. In our halfling culture, in fact, we also There are not many cultural phoenix orchids of their own that symbolize hope and the future, and the migrating tribes thought it was a very good omen, so they settled down near the rock." The raccoon picked up the teacup again and slowly introduced .

"Isn't it settled here now?" the merchant Agil asked.

"It wasn't at first. It wasn't until a year later that the clansmen discovered this large lake community and then changed their settlement to here again. After all, the nearby freshwater and food resources are more abundant, which can meet the needs of the clan's development. "The raccoon explained, "At first, my clansmen wanted to bring the rock along with it, but when they were wrapping the rope around the rock, they accidentally smashed the tenacious orchid at the top. This is undoubtedly a bad omen, so the clansmen had to leave the rock in place."

The raccoon patted his forehead, "I'm talking about these useless things, let me introduce myself first..." It cleared his throat, "My name is Kad Oakleaf, and I'm a Druid." Oakleaf I came up with the surname Ye', my family used to call it 'tight waist pants', but I don't like to wear tight waist pants, it would make my stomach uncomfortable, so I changed my surname." It touched its round belly with its small paws.

"Of course, the 'Tights' family still exists, and my two younger brothers and their descendants have inherited this honorable surname, and if you see a halfling in your village wearing that kind of short crotch and big waist Tight trousers are 80% of the family's, provided the halfling isn't wearing a green shirt. The 'tight-waisted' family never wears a green shirt, that would make us look funny."

Little Mage Chris looked curiously at the raccoon holding a teacup in front of him, "I always thought that Druids wouldn't speak after transforming. I've met several people who can transform into bears and The druids of the leopard, after they have taken their animal form, they only express themselves by roaring."

"This is normal. The vocal organs of animals are different from our humanoids, but they can be trained after the day after tomorrow. Parrots can speak two human words, let alone intelligent races. However, you need to spend A lot of practice, a lot of time!" repeated the raccoon, "but to be honest, this technique is not really useful, and if you really want to talk, you can turn back into human form."

As it spoke, it began to change its shape in front of everyone. With an animal roar, the raccoon in front of him gradually turned into a chubby halfling with a gray beard, "Like now."

The halfling was just over a meter tall, not too different from the previous raccoon shape. It looks a little old, but the complexion is very ruddy, and the bright eyes flash with the light of wisdom~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sideburns on both sides of its face are very long, which are integrated with the beard on the lower jaw. Fat belly, like...

"Like a pocket-sized Santa Claus," said Little Mage Chris.

"What did you say?", "What old man?", "Old man with eggs?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm just talking nonsense, don't care." The little mage smiled inexplicably.

After a simple communication and exchange, the owner and the visitors of the Oak House were basically familiar with each other. At this time, the halfling Druid named 'Kad' suddenly became serious, "I want to ask you A rather presumptuous question."

"Please speak." The little mage smiled.

"What is the purpose of your group's coming to the Vast Sea Grassland?" Master Card looked in the direction of the little mage, "I know this question is rather abrupt, but I have no other intentions, just for your safety. Because during this time The vast sea grassland is very unstable, and you may encounter unimaginable dangers during your journey."

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