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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 268: Listening to the Forest

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    Bertrand lives on the north side of the "Rock overlooking the sea". His residence is a small wooden house, backed by a stream and lined with pine trees.  There was a wooden post at the door, and a long leather chain tied it to a strong hound.  As Leal came closer, the hound roared at him violently, opening its mouth wide and displaying its sharp teeth, ready to tear the stranger to pieces.

    Elta waved to the hound: "Stop, young man." Seeing the familiar hunter, the hound barked a few times, then slowly lay down, becoming lazy and listless, completely unable to connect it with the previous fierce dog.  Go together.

    "I smelled the pungent smell, a leopard, and an unlucky guy from fifty meters away. Elta, your right hand must be dripping with blood, and you howled miserably for a long time before coming here."  The elderly listener opened the door of the wooden house and stuck out his thin-haired head. There were many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were not cloudy. They were full of wisdom and kindness. "When I came to this village along the river when I was fifteen years old,  You already know what blood tastes like.¡±

    "It's me, sir." Li'er held the branch and said in fluent Shular language.

    "Oh, I'm sorry." Bertrand strode out of the cabin, patted Elta's shoulder, then walked behind Lier and looked at the wound on the Druid's back, " there was a lot of blood, but the wound was not serious.  ,come on in."

    Seeing the injured patient, Bertrand became serious. He had a crutch in his hand, used it to push open the door, and walked into the living room.

    There is a large bed in the center of the living room. There is a window on the right wall, and the sunlight just passes through it and shines on the bed.

    "Lie down, young man." Bertrand took out a box from under the bed, sat on the chair in front of the bed, put the box on his knees, and opened the box. There were all kinds of knives, axes, daggers,  Needle and thread, bandages and various medicines.

    Doctors are heroes who save lives and heal the wounded. From another perspective, they are even more efficient than light magicians.  The power of magic acts on the surface, healing wounds and restoring strength.  Doctors' surgeries can replant severed limbs, join ribs, and cause colds, coughs, fevers, and various terminal illnesses. Light magic cannot solve them, but doctors can at least alleviate the pain of patients.

    Leal was lying on the bed, so he couldn't see the various terrifying instruments in the box. Elta next to him, every time he saw the terrifying box, he couldn't help but shudder, surprised that these sharp weapons could actually  Can save a dying person.

    When Bertrand came to this seaside village as a young man, the villagers thought he was a terrible robber - who would walk around with all kinds of sharp blades, probably only for robbing homes?  Only bad guys who risk their lives would do this, right?

    Erta went outside and managed to drag the leopard in.

    Bertrand carefully took out the knife and needle and thread and began to suture Leal's wound.  Although Leer didn't say a word, he was already in excruciating pain. Sweat flowed from his forehead, but he never screamed.  In the Atak people's concept, unless they are seriously injured, they must not scream and scream like a weak woman.

    The cold needle was inserted into the back, and the wound began to be sutured.  Although Bertrand was old, his hands were still very accurate and he did not stab anywhere else. When he was working, the problem of shaking hands was always solved like a miracle.  This may have something to do with his concentration and experience, and he doesn't want to give up his job. Who would safely let an old man with trembling hands deal with the wounds on his back?  In order to avoid being accused of murder, Bertrand was always careful and careful.

    "You are also a listener, aren't you, young man?" Bertrand cleaned it up and stuffed the box back under the bed.

    ¡°In our place, I am called ¡®Druid¡¯, which is an honorable title.¡± Lear nodded in agreement.  He felt that the wound on his back was much better. The good thing was that he no longer felt pain, but the bad thing was that he no longer had any other sensations.

    "But I feel that your body is in very bad condition." Bertrand turned his back to Lear and washed his hands in the basin. "It's not about the external scars, but the internal ones. Your body is not in good condition.  After you reach your thirties, you may be plagued by diseases.¡±

    "Yes, I know." Lear was surprised by Bertrand's sharp eyes. Every human druid is brilliant when they are young. Once they reach the threshold of thirty-five years old, most people will be more or less capable.  The land was ravaged by Ulaf, the god of disease.  Druids of other races do not have this drawback, especially elves. They have long lifespans and are always wise and young.

    No one knows why, but this terrible fate makes many people not want to become druids. Who wants to lie in bed and roll around when others are young and powerful?  Most druids can live to be eighty years old, but they have to spend fifty years in bed!

    "You must have used strength often,"Bertrand said with the kind smile of an elderly person, "And it's not your own, but nature's. As a manipulator of natural energy, once you get older, you can no longer bear the flow of natural energy. I heard  After you, 'Druids', it is mentioned in the ancient books that sometimes people come to Shular, including people like you. They use natural energy just like us listeners, but always  It¡¯s getting seriously ill in old age.¡±

    The expansion and closing of space rifts cannot be predicted or sensed in advance, so under extremely special circumstances, someone will come to Shular's world through the space rifts.  The most stable crack, deep in the central sea, cannot be reached by conventional means.

    "Is there any way to avoid it?" Lear suddenly remembered that the old listener in front of him looked energetic and energetic, not like the old druid who was attacked by the disease at all.  Maybe those who listen to the forest understand the mystery.

    "We're forest listeners," Bertrand said. "The most important thing is that we will sign a lifelong contract with a plant. Under the constraints of the contract, we must unconditionally fulfill any request of that plant.  And its reward is that we can store the power of nature in our bodies. In the days to come, we can gain the power of nature by listening to the sounds of nature, talking to them, answering their questions, and helping them.  "

    Listening to Lin Zhe raised his hand, and a green light appeared on his hand, shining brightly.  Lear felt that this green light was full of natural power, and it was not given by the goddess of nature, but by old Bertrand himself.

    "We are the transfer station of natural energy," Lear suddenly realized, "and you are the owners of natural energy. Our natural energy is from outside, but yours is your ownI see"

    "We are destined to be together," Bertrand smiled and handed Lier a roll of paper. "This is the contract for the listeners. As long as you stick it on a plant, you can sign a contract with the other party.  In this way, like us, you can make a small part of the great nature your own. But don't accidentally let the plant die."

    "Thank you." Druid took the scroll in surprise, which meant that he didn't have to worry about growing older.

    "I am already old." Bertrand sat at the table and began to write a letter. "When I was young, I did many wrong things, bad things, and stupid things. I don't want these things to still be in my mind when I die.  Things. I want to help others and do my best Come, child, there is another letter here, take it to the lord of Windwind Town, and he will provide you with some friendly assistance."

    Lear took the letter and his heart was filled with gratitude to the old man.

    At the same time, Elta also dragged the dead leopard into the cabin: "Old Dr. Bertrand, accept it as if we are paying the bill. Except for the bite marks on the neck, the fur elsewhere is intact, enough for you to survive the winter."  blankets and coats.¡±

    "Just let it lie at the door. I will clean it up later." Bertrand nodded and said, "Okay, Erta, take this young man to eat something and replenish his strength. In addition, you have to  Rest for a while to prevent the wound from recurring."

    After thanking Bertrand, Lear walked out of the listener¡¯s hut.

    "Stay the night at my house," Erta said enthusiastically. "It won't be too late to set out early tomorrow morning to find your companions."

    "I'm very sorry, I have to find them." Lear said sheepishly, "Thank you for your hospitality. Just some food is enough. You don't have to bother to arrange a quilt for a passerby like me."

    At Leer¡¯s insistence, Elta prepared a lot of food, enough for Leer to eat for many days.  Moreover, the hunter also hired a carriage for him, and he could reach "Sharp Antlers" in the evening.  The hunter was so enthusiastic that he gave Lier more than thirty silver coins, the currency in circulation in Shular World, with a purchasing power approximately equal to three gold coins in Windekenf World.

    Leer is not a stingy person. He gave some of his precious gems to Elta. These gems were spare funds after losing his wallet. This was only prepared by Leer at Huyi's strong request.  , In the past, he didn't worry about such boring things at all, but now of course he can send them out without any scruples.  Based on this calculation, Elta owes Lear a lot of money.

    The carriage began to move forward along the road. The two horses pulling the carriage were very fast, but the carriage remained steady.  Leer sat in the open-air carriage and enjoyed the scenery along the way.  This place is not like the monotonous ice and snow of the Atak Empire. There are many trees and animals, and there are eagles circling in the sky.  Wild deer occasionally run through the jungles on both sides, and everything is full of vitality.

    The coachman is an experienced driver. Under his control, the carriage went very comfortably.  However, the carriage suddenly stoppedWhen he came down, Lier couldn't sit still for a moment and almost flew out. He rubbed his painful knee in annoyance.

    "Hey, Landate, why are you so panicked?" The coachman jumped out of his carriage and ran towards a embarrassed man.

    "Trolls!" Landate said in horror. "They attacked the 'Sharp Antlers' and are attacking the village fence. I was sent out to ask for help! Go and inform the 'Sea-Looking Stone'! Whether they decide to prepare in advance or send  Come for reinforcements"

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