The wounds on his cheeks did not bother him for a long time. After the ceremony, Fatuma gave him a foul-smelling scarlet herb, which was numb and itchy, but it was surprisingly effective. In less than a day, the wounds were basically healed. Speak normally. I don't know if it's because the elf herbs are effective, or the life in this world is naturally very capable of self-healing.
Officially becoming a samurai, Muhadi was busy for a while, learning all kinds of etiquette, as well as learning the fighting methods and orders of the Scorpio tribe. A stick is now fastened to the door of the house where Mohadi had been borrowed, with his only trophy stuck in it.
Fortunately, thanks to a small fortune from ancient ruins, Muhadi now does not have to worry about his livelihood at all. Moreover, the capital is sufficient, and the income earned by currency exchange is also increasing. Now he can earn several gold coins on average every day, which is a large amount of money. But the headache is that in the tribe, money can't be spent.
This is because the output of the tribesmen is actually very simple, and there are basically no commodities. The merchants who come and go mainly carry the goods needed to supply the city of Tyre, which may not be what Mohadi wants to buy. In fact, due to the backwardness of commodity retail channels, most people in the tribe have to explain to the merchants who pass by the tribe what they need to buy, and then wait a month or two until they pass by the tribe again before they can get it.
Muhadi wanted to buy some books of this world, but it was always difficult to do so. Books are extremely rare in Attas, and most people are illiterate, so few caravans bring books out for business. When Muhadi himself traveled to Atas, the body he possessed brought a book with him, but unfortunately the text on it was neither elven nor human, and no one in the tribe could understand it.
A week goes by in a blink of an eye, and soon it will be time for psionic training again.
Muhadi did not go to the Bazaar to make money that day, but stayed in the house by himself, concentrating on feeling that he had comprehended the new psionic energy and all-round spiritual insight.
Just when he was immersed in comprehending everything around him, he suddenly realized that someone had approached his room, and in front of his spiritual insight, this person seemed to be obscured by a shadow, blurring. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't spy on each other.
A pretty and slender figure appeared in front of the door, causing Muhadi's eyes to widen.
The person who came was wearing a well-fitting gray-black robe, which completely brought out the exquisite figure. Small nose bridge, blue eyes, sweet and narrow smile. But it's not who Muhadi's classmate Aisha is.
The girl stood still at the door and waited for Muhadi to agree before she came in.
Muhadi never thought that she would come to him, and he was a little sluggish when he was just pushed out of the state of meditation. Aisha seemed to have misunderstood and asked hesitantly:
"Why, am I not welcome? Muhadi?"
Muhadi politely denied it, spread another carpet on the ground, and invited Aisha to sit down.
The girl sat on her lap cautiously, looked at the furnishings in the room at random, and commented: "I didn't expect your place to be so simple, there is almost only a tapestry." Then the conversation changed, and he looked at the wound on his face. Said, "You know, Muhadi, you are easier to find than I thought. I asked a few people at random, and they all know you as a new warrior."
Muhadi smiled boldly, even touching the wound. He was not humble, and told the girl frankly that he had encountered sand worms before, and later discovered the ancient elf ruins. Speaking of the thrilling place, Aisha listened with relish and brilliance.
"...I also got a share of the property excavated from the ruins, which is worth hundreds of gold coins. And my previous achievements made the chief finally recognize me as a samurai."
"So," said Aisha, "congratulations then."
"Why did you suddenly think of coming to me?" Muhadi asked casually, "Why are you coming to me in such a hurry? Can't we meet tomorrow in the Hall of Dust?"
"Come out with me, I want to talk to you about something."
In all fairness, Aisha is a beautiful beauty, and Muhadi would not have refused this kind of invitation in the past on earth. But since he came to this world, he has been a lot more careful about everything.
"What's the matter?" Muhadi frowned and turned his head, a guess emerged in his mind. "Could it be that Master Tianqin sent you here?"
"Are you scared?" Aisha asked.
"Fear kills the ability to think, it is the hidden god of death, and it will completely destroy a person." Muhadi recited fluently, "I will tolerate it, let it pass through my heart, through my body and mind..."
"...After all this is over, I will open the eyes in the depths of my heart and examine its trajectory." Aisha also joined in and recited together. "Fear is like the wind, the wind passes without a trace, only I am still standing."
After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed in unison.
"It seems that you remember what Master Lyra taught you very well." Aisha said lightly, "I don't see that you are still a model apprentice."
"It's better to be a model apprentice than to be seeded with a mind demon," Muhadi said.
Aisha turned her head to look at Tyrion, who felt uncomfortable for a while, as if she had some handle in the other's hands. "Okay, it's true that Master Tianqin has something to do, but I also want to talk to you."
"What's the matter with Master Tianqin?" The two walked out of the stone house, passed through the bustling Bazaar, and came to the outskirts of the tribe. Along the way, many elves saluted Muhadi politely when they saw him, and the guards didn't mean to stop him from leaving the camp at all. "Why sent you to find me?"
"Listen to this." Aisha took out a marble-like ball, about the size of a palm, and Muhadi took it in his hand, not knowing what to do.
"This is a sensor ball, which can be used to memorize a memory, or a thought, a thought. It is often used as a device for memorizing events or transmitting messages. Because everyone's mind is different, this kind of message cannot be faked. Master left it. The information is here, you can use your psionic probe to find out what's going on."
Strange, Mohadi thought, he just realized psionic detection a few days ago, and that's where it comes in handy. If she had come three days earlier, wouldn't she be helpless.
The young man carefully probed his thoughts into the sphere. At first, he only came into contact with the emptiness and darkness, but then, a powerful and unparalleled spiritual force suddenly grabbed his thoughts. It was Tianqin's. Psionic.
The middle-aged male's voice resounded in Muhadi's mind, "My research has reached a critical time, and it cannot be interrupted!"
Then it was replaced by a girl's voice, "It just so happens that you need some field practice, not theoretical research."
The beastly roar came third, "Follow the girl!!"
Finally, the familiar voice of the old woman, "Let Aisha take you to an adventurer team, you will learn and grow in reality."
The voice got weaker and weaker, each word got longer and longer, and finally faded into a meaningless white noise.
"We're going to join an adventure team, we're both going," Aisha said, then suddenly approached and asked in a low voice:
"Why be a warrior of the elf tribe?! Are you still a human?"
"Do you know how the elves attacked the human tribes in the desert?!"