Chapter 4 (1/2)

004 BUT NOT UNFAMILIAR LANGAUGE

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Behring is a shepherd, a 13-years old shepherd.

This is very common in Holevin because there is many mountains in this country so Holevin is very suitable for raising mountain goats. These livestock are filled with treasures. Needless to say, the mutton is delicious, the sheepskin can be made into leather clothes. It is said that there is senior cobbler who can make sheepskin into hard leather armor and sell for high price. Mountain goat wool is too short to be used for textile but alchemists from the city is buying in bulk although the price is not high but it is still money. Under normal circ.u.mstances, all the wool from a mountain goat can be used to exchange for around 3kg of black wheat.

While the most valuable is the goat milk. Compared to cow milk, goat milk has lower yield, the taste is not that good but after making into cheese, it is a rare delicacy. It is better than cheese made from cow milk and is very popular among n.o.bles and wealthy families. The price is much higher than cheese made from cow milk.

7 mountain goats is the common property of a village. Behring is the best shepherd in the village. She learnt shepherding from her father since 8-years old. Now after 5 years, years of shepherding has made her independent. Shepherding 7 mountain goats alone and not letting a single goat get lost. If a mountain goat ran away, Behring will chase it back. After all, Behring has the t.i.tle flying legs in the village. Other than  Brother Kyle, no one is faster than her.

Thinking of Brother Kyle, Behring is kinda embarra.s.sed. Brother Kyle is the most handsome kid in the village. He is 1 year older than Behring, fair-skinned and cannot seem to get tanned. And he is the grandson of the village head, knows swordsmans.h.i.+p, kind to people. Girls in the village all like him.

Behring look at her arm. Because of years of shepherding, it is already very tanned. Standing next to Brother Kyle would seem like an ugly duckling but girls of the village are no different from her. After all, life is hard. No girl of the same age would be fair after constant labor.

Behring heard that n.o.ble’s daughter drink milk everyday and sleep in soft, fluffy down bedding. All are fair and tender beauties and can smell their fragrance from afar unlike girls from countryside villages, all are dark and filled with odor.

Cannot imagine how fair are these n.o.ble daughters! Is it fairer than Brother Kyle? Behring has never been to the city but another 7 months more when she is 14-years old, every spring, she can follow the village convoy to the city for free and no need to pay the city’s entrance toll tax.

Another 7 months…… Rumor has it that the city is very lively.

Laying on the lush gra.s.s, under the blue skies and white clouds, Behring is smiling. At this moment, sounds of people walking on the green gra.s.s can be heard from the mountain slope behind. At this timing, the only one to appear on this place of the mountain should be the same-aged firewood picker Tom. She turns her head and calls out, “Tom, back so soon, are you skiving again, not afraid……”

Behring looks at the person behind her clearly, the words stopped, after slightly opening her mouth for a while, she jumps up from the gra.s.sland and bow vigorously. Being afraid, panicking and incoherent: “This priest…… Lord, lord, so, so sorry, I, I didn’t notice you coming, sorry, I should…… should salute[1] you but do not know is to know or, or…… Sorry, I do not know the etiquettes, I, I……I!”

After 3 “I”, Behring suddenly knelt down and prostate on the gra.s.sland with her forehead tightly on the gra.s.s. She remembered 3 years ago, Brother Kyle was seriously ill, Village Head spent a high price to request a priest from a temple to cure him. Everyone in the village sent that lord priest away kneeling like this.

Behring’s forehead is touching the gra.s.sland, the skinny and weak body is s.h.i.+vering and not even dare to breathe heavily. She is taught by elderly from young to put herself in a lower position when met with big-shots and not anger than especially extraordinary people like priests and mages or there will be no place to reason even if killed.

With this panic mood, Behring waits for the other party’s “judgement” and she hears  the person’s light mutter.

“Holevin language? This is still in the game?”

Behring feels that the person’s voice is very nice, is a warm and indescribable charismatic voice which is much better than Brother Kyle’s voice.

“Connect system, character log out!”