Chapter 409 (1/2)
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For a long time, Anyang stood up.
Atsuvius immediately followed.
Anyang glanced at her, but her eyes were dazed, as if she had been seized by a two or three meter tall, muscular orc, who snapped her neck or sent to prison.
After a pause, he squeezed out a friendly smile and said, ”I want to walk.”
”As you wish, master mage,” she replied softly, with her head bowed
Anyang nodded and went down.
There are wheat fields, mills, waterwheel, lakeside, grass and earth in the roadside, as well as the huge scarecrow in the wheat field. Only when approaching can we see their ferocious features. Anyang knows that this is actually a delicate killing machine, the wheat field puppet, which is just a real Scarecrow who can't move because of losing power.
He passed by the civilians who were weeding. Most of them were wearing shabby clothes. Their faces were tired with the traces of years and hard work, but their eyes were peaceful. At the same time, he gave the most sincere respect to his mage And fear.
He thinks while walking. Because there is no clear mission goal in this mission world, he is quite free to act. He can do anything on any side, or even hide in a corner and wait for the end of the plot. But time and space shuttle is precious after all, and he needs to experience and harvest.
Like the mages in this world, we should take this time travel as a journey, pay attention to experience, gain wisdom and knowledge, and realize our life, or we should seriously consider what we want to gain in this world, what we should do, and how we should strive for it.
Until it was getting dark.
……
One of the houses in the village was illuminated by a torch. Many villagers gathered in the house. The elder mobilized the villagers to prepare a ”rich” dinner for him. In fact, it was some wheat bread and dried meat, but it was already very rich for them. Of course, the main thing was the home-made rum and ale.
As the atmosphere gradually heats up, the villagers' long-standing toil is completely relaxed at this time. They cheer and shout, like a party for the lower class.
Anyang is carrying a glass of wine. There is no discomfort in such a noisy environment.
The faces around are very strange, with obvious traces of poverty and fatigue, like the vicissitudes of life, but less the experience of the wise, leaving only a line of wrinkles and gullies and potholes, blue eyes become turbid in the years, white skin becomes dark, and the face with a clearer outline becomes more three-dimensional.
For the yellow people, such a face is very strange, with strong exotic customs, it may be difficult to adapt, but the smile on their face has diluted the strangeness, so that even a person who is not familiar with the world can blend in safely.
They have no dance, no excellent wine glass, no exposed dancer, even if they put on their cleanest clothes, they can't compare with the noble's gorgeous robes or meticulously made leather armour, but this can't stop their enthusiasm, let alone they have a noble mage as a guest.
With a bang, the fire started all around, causing a scream.
Anyang takes back his mana with a smile, and the flame goes out, but the eyes around him are full of wonder.
Until these eyes turned to awe, and proud of drinking with the master of the powerful mage, the atmosphere suddenly rose to the climax.
”To the distinguished mage guest!”
”Oh!”
The villagers all held up their cups and let the wine slosh out.
Anyang also smiled, raised his hand like a draft beer cup, and bowed.
”Thank you for your enthusiasm, which I will never forget.”
”Then, let's drink to the distinguished mage guest!”
”Cheers!”
The people cheered and poured the wine in the cup. The simple farmers seemed to become drunkards all of a sudden.
Anyang smiled a little. He even saw that elsevie's father drank too much wine, and the yellow liquor flowed down his beard. However, he didn't care about it. He just raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve. He was satisfied.
Elsevie sat alone, sipping with a small glass, peeping at him from time to time. If other young people tried to get close to her while drinking, they would immediately be strongly warned by her father.
This simple and extreme wine party is in name for entertaining the noble master, but it belongs to them more. Entertaining Anyang is just an excuse. This group of low-level civilians who are tired and have no entertainment activities have been expecting such a relaxation activity for a long time.
It wasn't until late at night that the party was over, when most people were already drunk. [love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ net wqu]
the magic power of Anyang can easily remove the wine, he calmly put down the cup, called the elder to one side, and gradually regained his face.
”Elder, I want to tell you something.””Master mage, what do you want to say?”
”I want to say that I have the ability of prophecy, and I just predicted that there will be a disaster in Azeroth in a few days. The first one is the western wilderness. If you don't leave, the whole village will be swept up.”