A shiver ran up Monkey's tailbone, and he snapped to attention, "A thousand acres?! Are you that one with a bounty of a thousand acres?! The legendary Blood Wolf champion?!!"
"No, no, no, not a thousand — actually just over nine hundred," Dwarf Peter explained frantically, sighing helplessly, "This nickname... It's getting more and more exaggerated."
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Dressed in a full-coverage black robe with a mask shaped like a bird's beak, Father Kaman stooped as he walked out of the tent.
Outside, everyone else had their noses and mouths covered with triangular scarves.
"How is it?" Winters asked with a grave expression, the first to speak, "What is it?"
Kaman glanced at Winters and looked around at the others, saying calmly, "The symptoms are somewhat like 'Aichen Plague', but I can't be certain... I need to go back and check the books."
To avoid panic, Kaman deliberately used an ancient term.
