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Seeing Heine approaching, Sabellia looked like she saw a savior.
"Quick, take me away from this elf!"
What's going on?
Heine looked towards Linumu.
This wood elf who appeared to be in his forties or fifties was as aggrieved as a child.
Oh, he was actually not that old, so that's not a problem.
He didn't forget to explain:
"My lord, this is a tree herder I grew from this land. Unlike the others in the forest, not only can they survive independently of me, they also possess a certain level of intelligence!"
"Intelligence?"
Heine's expression changed slightly, "You mean you can communicate with them?"
Linumu said, "Not exactly, it's more like giving them one-sided instructions, like where to go, what to do and such."
Sabellia couldn't help but interject, "Have the tree herders of Mourningwood Valley become so dumb that they can't even understand those instructions?"
