Lan Que used several detection spells on the scimitar, but still couldn't figure out how to cure the burn on Luo Binhan's hand. It could only spell out a rough syllable from the words secretly engraved on the scimitar itself: Trisday.
It was hard to tell whether it was a person's name or a sword's name, and Luo Binhan had only one way to find out, and that was to ask Yaleriga.
He finished his tea, said goodbye to Blue Magpie calmly, and walked alone to the temporary camp outside the Savage Village. Yaleriga has not been on the Silence in the past few days. If there is any other place where she might stay, Luo Binhan can only think of the two foreign tribes who once treated her like a distinguished guest. Of course, this doesn't mean that she can only thrive in those two tribes.
Blue Magpie's magic workshop is next to the field, exactly in the two directions from the wild people's camp. While walking towards the village, Luo Binhan spotted Shuangwei again. The silver wolf was taking a nap under a densely shaded fruit tree in the distance. Its fur was clean and shining, as eye-catching as a large ball of white snow.
Luo Binhan immediately ran over and said hello to it, which he hadn't seen for many days. He roughly knew their recent activities from Momolo and Marin, but he didn't quite know what Frosttail was doing.
"What have you been doing lately?" he asked Frosttail.
Shuangwei lazily opened his eyes, transformed himself back into his human form, and then casually pulled a large leaf next to him to cover his crotch.
"Guidance on hunting," he said with a yawn, "and praying for the wind."
"You? Instructing them to hunt?" Luo Binhan asked suspiciously.
"Their skills are excellent, but there is room for improvement," Frosttail said. "I teach them how to hunt some of the more cunning creatures, such as foxes and birds, especially pheasants, which are noisy and hard to catch."
"So you are colluding with humans?" Luo Binhan condemned, "Aren't you a vegetarian forest guardian?"
"They are very measured in their demands from the forest, and they give me tribute." Frosttail said.
Luo Binhan had nothing to say. He didn't know whether Shuangwei focused on the previous sentence or the latter sentence, but this guy seemed really at ease with himself. Despite this, he found that Frosttail's clothes were completely gone, and the wildlings didn't seem to have donated any cloth or empty houses to the hunting coach.
"Why don't you sleep in the village? Or would it be more comfortable for you to become a wolf?" he asked casually.
"Not really, I quite like sleeping in bed."
Frosttail touched his chin and said: "I just think it's better to keep a little distance from them. After all, I am a werewolf, and most of my kind do not have vegetarian preferences. I don't mind getting along with them occasionally, but in the long run, It's best not to let them think werewolves are harmless."
"As for that? How many years will it take for them to meet a werewolf? If they do, they can just offer some tribute and some meat."
"No, that doesn't solve the problem." Frosttail said immediately, "It's not a simple hunger, but a thirst for killing. It's like vampires can't be satisfied with fake plasma, because what they need is not material components. It’s about robbing life itself.”
Luo Binhan didn't expect Shuangwei to suddenly mention such a thing. He asked a little strangely: "Vampires? You mean there are really vampires? Do they really want to suck human blood to survive?"
"Yes, that is indeed their name in folk tales, but... the actual difference is very big. Among us moon-worshiping creatures, vampires are a particularly complex type, and the differences between individuals are like animism. Similar to Pansapien."
A faint gloom appeared on Shuangwei's face.
"Most of them just feed mortals." He said lowly, "A few servants, an entire family, a town... or even an entire kingdom and continent. Even so, they still have weaknesses, and some of the oldest Individuals, on the other hand, have survived for so long that you can’t even think of them as vampires anymore—they’re more like gods or the world.”
His last words were quite puzzling to Luo Binhan, but Shuangwei was unwilling to say any more and only reminded Luo Binhan never to come into contact with vampires living alone in the future. He told Luo Bin that vampires in Hancheng's party tend to be more disciplined, and only the top elders are difficult to deal with. Those who live alone either have a dangerous temperament or possess unimaginable evil power. Even the Alliance will not easily hunt such creatures.
Luo Binhan examined his interpersonal relationships and believed that there was no chance of him getting into trouble with the dangerous creatures Shuangwei warned about. But now he admits that his luck is a bit evil, and it's best not to say anything that could easily lead to trouble.
In any case, vampires are out of reach today, so Luo Binhan quickly ended his chat with Shuangwei and continued to look for Yaleriga. He crossed the fields to the north and saw a hill-like pile of firewood piled on the gentle slope a little further away. The total amount was enough to support a thousand cannibals to death. A large group of savages are busy there. The men are responsible for sharpening stone tools, carrying and building some wooden elevated structures, while the women focus on making food, dyeing and weaving cloth. In that thriving bustle, only Yaleriga sat alone on the towering firewood pile, immersed in reading magazines, like a witch waiting to be burned to death.
Luo Binhan walked over with small steps, pretending to climb up the firewood pile with difficulty, then hugged his right hand and shouted heartbreakingly: "Ah! It hurts! It really hurts! Why is my hand like this?" pain!"
Yaleriga put down the magazine in her hand and looked at him. Although she tried her best to remain calm, Luo Binhan still noticed something in her eyes - she was seriously considering whether to kick herself down.
This made Luo Binhan feel very happy. So he howled even louder for a long time, and then jumped up exaggeratedly as if he suddenly noticed Yaleriga, and kicked down the firewood at her feet.
"You old man, are you resting here?" He said with a smile, "I'll give you my regards in this room."
He clearly saw the curves on Yaleriga's shoulders quietly tightening, just like the reaction he had when he heard the "Superstitious Dove" speak before. Now his nascent plan to usurp the throne has more options.
Perhaps not wanting to give him any additional opportunities to overstep, Yaleriga said bluntly: "Your hand will not heal naturally."
"Then what should I do? And why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I told you."
"This is false propaganda!" Luo Binhan criticized confidently, "Can something that cannot be cured be considered a burn? This is persecuting single nobles!"
Yaleriga stretched out her hand directly and showed her palm to Luo Binhan. The flesh and bones of the palm were well-proportioned, covered with a thin layer of calluses, and showed no traces of burns.
"I have used this spell many times." Yaleriga said, "The decision is made, but the fire is unstoppable. Make up for your shortcomings, and the wounds will heal."
"What else do I lack?"
"A virtue." Yaleriga tilted her head and said.
Luo Binhan was immediately furious: "I'm not the only one who is wicked on this ship! Why do you insist on me rectifying it!"
Yaleriga frowned and looked at him for a while, then stood up from where she was. Luo Binhan immediately corrected his attitude and prepared to surrender and recruit troops. But this time Yaleriga didn't use her tail, she just pulled out a paper list from behind.
Luo Binhan was shocked when he saw it, and he admitted his mistake repeatedly: "No! No! It's summer, so it's not appropriate to rush!"
Yaleriga handed him the list without listening. "Go get these," she demanded. "This is the last thing you need to do before tonight."
Luo Binhan lowered his head and read the list, and found that the contents on it were almost all-inclusive: eggs, vegetable seeds, encyclopedias, calculators...even generators and bicycles. The variety of these things was so complicated that Luo Binhan was sure that it would be difficult to collect them all at once even in a supermarket in a metropolitan area, let alone move them all to this primitive world in less than twenty-four hours. In order to rationally analyze the difficulty of this matter, he carefully counted the list items, a total of 249 lines.
He put down the list and calmly said to Yaleriga: "I confess. I am a spy, please kill me."
"You can find someone to help you transport it." Yaleriga said, "Use your brain to do this. I only care about the final result."
As soon as he finished speaking, some kind of invisible soft whip slapped Luo Binhan's butt hard, then wrapped around his ankle and dragged him forward. Yaleriga sat back down and watched Luo Binhan lose his balance and roll down the pyre with a ruthless look like a king.
