Owen Bertram ran into Uncle Yao halfway, and Uncle Yao said to him, "The newcomer probably won't last these few days."
"Who?"
"Blair."
Owen Bertram then remembered, he had met that person yesterday, but he was a strange fellow who stubbornly refused to accept his kindness.
The two shook their heads, as this kind of thing was too common.
The three-year term of Extinct Village meant that ordinary people could only live for up to three years, and most didn't even make it that long.
The two separated by the Hunshui River, and Owen Bertram continued on towards the river.
Upon arriving at the river, he released Little Loach, who wrapped its whiskers around Owen Bertram, acting coquettishly to keep him from leaving. Owen Bertram had no choice but to give in: "All right, all right, I'll do everything I can to help you find the last two Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Birds today. Is that okay?"
Only then did Little Loach let go, and it dove headfirst into the vast river water.
