The cave was not big, and after walking for a while, he saw a tin round wall lamp embedded in the rock wall. The dim light only supported a three-meter-square halo, but Walker breathed a sigh of relief - explaining The Moon Druid is still here.
He held on to the water rat tightly, and climbed up two stone steps with difficulty with chestnuts in his arms. After turning around, he came to a simple stone room. The sound of snoring came, and Walker passed between the two stone tables, and sure enough he saw a figure about the same height as him sleeping soundly on the haystack in the corner——
Moon Druid, Ayalwo Tower.
Walker let go a little, and the water mouse broke free from his tug - she had already squirmed all the way - a pair of small hands stretched out the hem of her blouse, eyes darting around.
"Brother, I want to find the Water Fairy." She added as expected, "The Water Fairy is amazing and beautiful. She said she would invite me to the castle at the bottom of the lake as a guest next time."
Walker really didn't want to talk to her. Not only did the water rat not know that the situation was urgent, but he always didn't respect the Druid of the Moon. Now he is obsessed with the strange mermaid who just moved into the forest. Dagumon said that this is how the tradition is corrupted.
"The moon has set."
Walker didn't think so.
Although Ayalwota is a halfling, lives in a hole in a ruined temple, and often eats rats and centipedes, he always has the patience to tolerate them playing around here, and never once raises his voice about it. Yelling, isn’t this a respectable elder?
"Don't make any noise." He ordered, "Bring the chestnuts with you." Walker gave the swaddling clothes to the water rat and crawled over to call Ayalwota.
The halfling druid's snoring snapped in the air, he turned over, rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"The census officer from Poch is here to count the newborns." Walker said hurriedly to him.
Ayalwota looked at the children sleepily. His hair was disheveled, his beard was tangled, his face was full of grooves, and he was humming lazily.
"Well. Got it. Just play here for a while." He said and lay down again.
"We don't want to play!" Walker shook his small but strong shoulders vigorously to prevent him from falling asleep. "Dagumon has grown too big and can't fit into the hole. Can you help me check on him?"
"Who is Dagomon?"
Ayalwota blinked slowly, "Oh, that bald kid."
"No brat, eldest brother is already eighteen years old."
"Then he has been an adult for four years. Don't bother me. Go. Go." The halfling Mingyue Druid waved his hand, "I don't care. Little devils, you can play here if you want, old Ayal is messing with you. Enough trouble."
"You have to protect him." Walker said eagerly. "The census officer knew as soon as he entered the house that they would eat people. They would throw the extra children to death and then hang the adults. I don't want my eldest brother to be hanged. Moon We should be protected. The Druid of the Moon should..."
"The Druid of the Moon should be respected by people!"
Ayalwota suddenly turned over and sat up, breathing heavily.
"Do you see who respects me?" The druid's unkempt beard trembled. "They stole the bricks from the temple to build the wall, and drove me out of the village. They drove me out of my home! The bastards stole the sacrificial oil and took the fish off my hook!
This place has been the territory of Mingyue Druid since ancient times! What now? Whose ass are people in Moonfall praying to right now? The flame witch Xia Moge! She listened to Ifomie's call! It really made me laugh out loud. "
Ayalvota became angrier and angrier as he spoke, gnashing his teeth. "They have completely forgotten how the moon fell. The Druid of the Bright Moon has guarded this place for thousands of years, and now there is no place for it... Damn it, I don't care!"
He fell with a thud, face inward, making a muffled sound. "By the way, there is also the skinny water fairy! Let her and the fire fairy twist their butts to save your brother!"
Walker was stunned for a moment.
"Who is the skinny fairy! You are the butt! You are not allowed to speak ill of the water fairy!" the water mouse screamed.
"Wow!"
She stretched out her fists and rushed towards the halfling druid. Mao Li was thrown on the haystack and began to cry loudly.
Ayalwota raised an arm with a straight face to block it. The water rat's fist seemed to hit a strong iron rod, and she screamed in pain.
For a moment, the stone room echoed with the harsh cries of children.
"But Dagumont has always believed in you!" Walker grabbed the chestnut, pulled the druid, and shouted loudly to cover the cries of his younger brothers and sisters. "As soon as the oral officer came, he immediately called me to the Temple of the Moon..."
"fart!"
Ayalwota puffed his beard and stared, his voice louder than his, "Everyone who quarries stones in Yan Cave listens to Shamo Ge's command.
The Flame Druid is getting more and more popular every year. I don’t know yet? The Flame Cave has corrupted them. Disillusioned faith penetrated their souls. There is no help! No help! "
"Impossible!" Walker straightened his back.
"I am really... I am really..."
Ayalvota jumped down from the haystack and glared menacingly at Walker—at eye level.
"The moonlight shines on the guilty and the innocent alike," Walker said.
"Who taught you the words?"
Ayalvota wrinkled his nose. "You know nothing, little brat!"
"You taught me that! Last time!"
"I taught you...I taught you? I'm really..."
Ayalwota turned his head and took two steps left and right with a gloomy expression.
"the last time!"
He suddenly waved his hand and grabbed something that looked like an old broom, "For the last time! You guys, block the door after I go out!"
"I'll go with you!"
Walker jumped up and said, "Water rat, keep an eye on Maolizi!"
…
The halfling druid walked very fast, and Walker struggled to keep up, running behind and out of breath. But he didn't dare tell Ayalwota to slow down. The thatched roofs of the village were getting closer and closer, and the environment was getting quieter and quieter.
This made him think wildly.
Ayalwota suddenly stopped.
Walker stumbled and bumped into the druid's strong shoulder and back covered with a moth-eaten leather robe.
He subconsciously looked forward - from this angle he could clearly see the roof of his own house at the end of the village.
There was a group of people standing outside the wall saying something.
Before he could take a closer look, Ayalwota grabbed his forearm and pulled him behind a large rock surrounded by knee-high dead grass.
"What's wrong?" Walker became inexplicably nervous and reached into his trouser pocket. Inside was the mouse-cutting knife he had just taken from the stone room.
"Something's wrong." Ayalwota clutched the old broom tightly and muttered.
"Those people?" Walker asked.
The druid leaned against the big stone and nodded vigorously, panting heavily - he ran so fast just now that he didn't even catch his breath.
"Aren't those people from the population officer? We are going to deal with them."
Walker was infected by the druid's emotions and felt the panic in his heart gradually rising. "I recognize him. The leader is wearing Poch's epaulettes."
"Three of them are not." Ayalwota pointed behind him stiffly.
Walker lay down in the grass, stretched his head and looked out. There were about fifteen of them, and the leader was wearing a new, well-fitting uniform and a feathered hat on his head. Some of the remaining people wore leather whips around their waists and were dressed differently from him. Their epaulettes had a snake mouth with an open mouth tattooed on them.
There were three figures who did look out of place—and not just because of the lack of Poch epaulettes.
The two men were wearing very rare robes, one black and one white. They stood tall and tall. Although they were too far away to see their faces, it was difficult for him to look directly at them. The other man was thinner in stature and had dazzling blond hair.
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