Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Racha is not the first time out of the village, but it is the first time he travels with people.

The fisherman is a very mysterious traveling companion. He doesn't talk often, and he is basically leading the way along the way. On a few occasions when they were in camp, he had come forward to deal with a few vastayas, and Racha was surprised to find that the fisherman was quite skilled at persuading others—he was very eloquent.

Sitting by the campfire, Racha quietly watched the flames burn on the wood, the crackling sound was not monotonous to him, after all, he had never done such a thing before.

The footsteps of the fisherman came slowly, and Racha looked up and found that he was carrying a big bright red fish and walked back wet with his trouser legs. Noticing Racha's eyes, he grinned and said, "Fortunately, my craft is not unfamiliar."

"This fish looks very big. How did you catch it without a fishing rod?"

The fisherman took out the knife at his waist and said, "The fisherman can't just rely on the fishing rod, you won't catch many fish that way. I usually use a mesh adjusted net and place it on the top of the stream, so that those who are larger The fish come and get stuck. As for the small ones, let them go. Sometimes they can catch something else."

Holding the knife, he let out a breath, looked at the big bright red fish in front of him, and said to it, "I'm sorry, but we need you to get through this long night and journey."

After he finished speaking, he cut down the knife, and explained to Racha by the way: "This is the tradition of my tribe. If you encounter wild animals and have to kill, you must be respectful to them."

tribe.

Racha said that, knowing that the fisherman was not an Ionian. He came to live in their village ten years ago. He was a nice guy, but very withdrawn. And he was too tall and strong for the Ionians - the fisherman was more than two meters tall, and his muscles looked like rocks.

The fisherman finished handling the fish, skewered it, placed it on the fire, and waited patiently for it to be cooked.

"How long do you think it will take us to find someone willing to call for the village?" Racha asked.

He and the fisherman had two purposes for this long trip. One was to find a spirit caller who could communicate with the dead, or at least to know who killed them. The second is to find a monk who is willing to transcend them. This can only be done by monks, no one else. The Ionians are very persistent in this regard.

"It's hard to say." The fisherman replied, he picked up the long sword that was leaning against the tree trunk beside him, put it on his lap, and rubbed the hilt with his right hand: "Maybe a month. Maybe a year."

"Does it take a year?"

The fisherman smiled.

"Racha,

You may not know. But the spirit callers are very difficult to get along with, and they have been difficult to find in recent years. It is said that some people from the Equilibrium Sect approached them a few years ago, saying that they had broken the connection between the spiritual realm and the material world, and that they were all demons. "

Racha said in astonishment, "How could that be?! When Leye's grandma turned into a wraith because of the water in the coffin, it was a spirit caller who solved the trouble for us! How could they be demons?"

"That's a matter between practitioners, Racha. As for us ordinary people...let's just focus on the present. Come on, fish."

He handed the fish to Racha.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Racha swallowed, but didn't pick it up.

"No, I don't eat fish." The fisherman replied seriously, laughing after seeing Racha's dull expression: "Just kidding, I'm just not hungry."

Racha thought while eating the fish, the fisherman is not a difficult person to get along with.

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Ionia did not have a unified government, but a large landmass connected many small islands with various provinces on it. The vast majority of Ionians never set foot outside their village in their entire lives, and Racha not only walked out of the village, but even across the province.

The fishermen were right, they had spent three months on the journey. After crossing two provinces, I came to Navoli, which is close to the Presidian, but still a little distance.

True to the heart of Ionia, Racha has more than once felt ashamed of his drab drab clothes. But no one looked at him with the eyes of a country bumpkin, not once. Everyone they met on the way treated them with a peaceful attitude. Racha was not an idiot. He felt that 80% of it had something to do with the fisherman.

After all, he is more than two meters tall...

The fisherman called the owner of the inn, and he asked, "Excuse me, I would like to ask if there are any famous monks in the area? Also, do you know where there are spiritualists?"

The boss is a middle-aged man. He should have looked good when he was young, so he looks very bookish when he is old. Compared to a boss, he looks more like a scholar in a long gown. He frowned and thought for a while: "Guests, there are many monks, but I'm afraid they don't accept foreign commissions. As for the necromancers... I haven't heard their names for a long time."

Racha sighed in disappointment. The boss went on: "But I do know another one. He's a traveler. He's also a learned scholar. Maybe you can learn something from him."

"With all due respect, boss, but scholars don't know how to summon spirits," said the fisherman.

The boss laughed: "No no no, he's not a scholar in the traditional sense... um, how do you say it? Although it's hard to tell, but the local practitioners are very afraid of him. Please forgive me, I can't Talking too much. Otherwise, they will cause trouble."

The fisherman nodded thoughtfully, he paid the boss a little more, and Quan should thank him. The other party laughed, and then added another dish to them.

Racha was eating hot food, and the smile on his face could not be restrained. Although the venison and fish are very good, he still wants to eat hot food. The chef behind this hotel should be very good, at least much better than the one they lived in before. The owner of the shop hired a vastaya cook for a cheap price, and his dishes were very sweet.

You don't want to know what a sweet serving of beef tastes like, trust me.

After dinner, the fisherman asked for two more rooms. After asking about the specific location of the scholar, they were ready to set off. When they were about to leave, the boss stopped them.

"Forgive me, but I forgot to say it earlier. The scholar raised a white wolf, he called her Feng. You'd better have a little respect for that wolf... The last person who went to him was Because she said the wolf was a dog, she chased him all over the street."

"He keeps wolves?"

"Yeah, actually, he has a very good relationship with animals. Strange to say, I've never seen a man walking down the street with a group of cats and dogs, and that flock of birds from nowhere. Behind him. It's weird."