The focus of the scholars' debate is: Is he a shaman or a warlock?
Ken's method of treating horses is extremely sophisticated. There is no ripple of magic, but he actually heals the wounds. The speed and efficacy are top-notch.
"I heard that he is the war banner of this tribe?"
It is incredible that such a young man with southern blood can become the war banner of the northern tribe.
Mag lifted the partition, and the scholars fell silent.
...
Ken rode the Flying Wolf King at the front of the team.
He looked up at the dark sky. The clouds had become heavier at some point, and snowflakes were falling.
"Sir, a female scholar is looking for you."
"Did she ask anything?" He said in a flat tone, without even looking back. "If it is unreasonable, just pretend you didn't hear it."
Quima shook his head, drove the wolf forward, handed over a silk bag, and stepped back two steps.
Ken took out a palm-sized piece of purple ore.
[Material: Miqiang Ore]
[Quality: Treasure]
[Rare material produced in the southern border countries, strategic materials for the kingdom, circulated in small quantities on the black market, and also held by scholars and master craftsmen. ]
"Let her come to the front to find me."
"Uh."
Quima looked at the wind and snow outside, thinking that Zhan Jing didn't seem to be very considerate to the opposite sex. He didn't refute it, and went back to relay the original words to the female scholar.
Mag didn't mind, she lifted her hair and jumped on the wolf's back.
Quima was more immature.
A poor guy from a remote place in the north felt ashamed in front of a woman in the capital of the kingdom.
He got off the ground and walked, patting his mount.
Feilang trotted a few steps and came to the front of the team.
"Huh," Mag exhaled smoke from her mouth, her teeth trembling with cold, "It seems that you know what you are talking about."
Ken turned his head to the side, his expression still showed no joy or sadness. The reason for his indifference was simple - this group of people traveled with the refugees, but their situations were very different, and he was disappointed emotionally.
He was willing to talk because this woman named [Mag Lelpota] was not hypocritical.
"Why don't you bring that table knife?"
"Huh~ You, you said you wouldn't hurt us." She replied in the wind and snow. "Besides, you can, just, take it away at any time."
Ken held up the silk bag and asked the other party to explain his intentions.
"You are more knowledgeable than those looters. This thing is quite valuable. I hope to use it to ask you for a favor."
"What is it?"
"Save people."
[Task: Survive by craftsmanship]
[Progress: Unlimited time]
[The chief engineer of the Norin Library has been kidnapped and his life and death are unknown. Her student Mag asks you to rescue him. ]
Ken didn't want to make any more trouble, but the note made him hesitate.
Each mission would bring something new, and judging from the results, they were all in his favor.
Mag's fingers were cold, and she saw the young war flag frowning.
After the raiders attacked them, they originally wanted to send people to the King of Norin's tent to ask for ransom, but later the snakehead found an opportunity to seize two carriages and escape.
Her companions were all immersed in the calmness of surviving the robbery...
No one mentioned those who didn't escape.
If she didn't fight for it, when she returned to Norin, the king would write the eulogy himself, and the academy would symbolically hold a moment of silence, and her teacher would be gone forever.
Mag fell into silence, and suddenly a question came from the side.
"How are you sure he wasn't killed?"
The tone was still so flat, but it gave her a hope.
"No, the looters need him, they won't do it casually."
With snowflakes on his head, Mag said that his teacher had been immersed in ancient architecture and city defense for many years, which was why the kingdom sent him to the Red Maple Highlands.
The looters have a hiding place in the mountains.
After hearing the snakehead talk about the old man's ability, they forced him to plan their own hideout, so that they would no longer have to worry about tribal liquidation or military conquest.
Hearing this, Ken suddenly became interested.
The fortifications of Santon Kaya were in vain, and it urgently needed a visionary transformation plan.
"The teacher was taken away alone, so he didn't follow us. In fact, the escape route was secretly guided by the teacher."
"But you are the only one who mentioned this to me."
Ken used sharp words to test her: "It seems that your companions are ungrateful, but you, Mike Lelpota, seem to be more noble."
"Human nature is not noble."
The female scholar was not angry at being exposed, nor did she show complacency. She said: "I can be selfish and please my conscience."
The communication ended here.
The wolf rider's deputy raised the torch.
The caravan turned into the flat river valley, and the bladers went forward to explore the way and find a place to temporarily camp.
Ken only planned to take Kuima and two bladers with him. From the information collected, the other party was not large in number and was a small business. If it was just to save people, there would be no need for big actions.
Besides, the caravan also needed to be guarded.
In the final analysis, it was because the number of troops was too small, and we had to find a way to continue to recruit.
He noticed one thing.
When setting up the temporary camp, some refugees greeted Magg. Among a group of scholars, she was the only one who had a good relationship with people.
From the information heard from the sidelines: she seemed to distribute food frequently, and helped many refugees when the snakehead was still alive.
This made Ken change his mind a little. His sarcastic attitude seemed unfair to her, but she never refuted it...
Well, the impression was added a little.
At this time, Magg was sitting by the shaft of the cart and warming herself by the fire.
She was also observing Magg and his gang carefully. They were not as barbaric as the northern tribes. On the contrary, in terms of discipline and execution, they had the flavor of the southern border countries.
Magg had read a note in the Imperial Library.
Strong teams have their own characteristics, some value honor, some do whatever it takes, some are kind and upright, and some are bloodthirsty and murderous...
And this is largely influenced by the commander.
Ken is a very capable leader, at least judging from the words and deeds of his subordinates.
The patrolling wolf rider reminded Magg to rest.
In the wilderness of Palotusby, any bit of physical strength is precious, and they must be ready to escape at any time.
It was late at night and the snow was falling heavily.
While Mag was half asleep and half awake, she heard the movement outside the carriage. It should be the team that rescued the teacher officially set out.
She turned over and began to wonder.
"Ken Bouvier, who are you?"
...
The same night.
Frost and snow fell into the wooden house at [Rag Pass].
Icicles hung under the animal skin eaves, and the cold was isolated by the fire in the house. Water drops fell on the window sill, making people upset.
In front of the desk, the apprentice put down the feather pen for the sixth time.
He wanted to cry but had no tears. He had no intention of completing the drawing. His mind was full of the scene when the two carriages left, and his heart was full of resentment.
"Hey, why are we still here!"
No one responded. After a while, there was a humming sound behind him.
"Teacher, now is not the time for you to practice chords. Think about where this is, a wolf's den, we are in trouble!"
Ah——
"Let the gentleman outside come in to add firewood, it's so humid, the ink will spread." Among the drawings on the ground, an elder took off his gold-rimmed glasses. "Child, we make a living by our craft, remember this."
He has white hair and beard, a warm smile, a slightly fat body, and a peaceful air.