Reckless Through The New World

When the clerics packed up and left, a few druids walked out of the woods. The man in the lead was so old that he was so old that the wrinkles on his face could even kill mosquitoes, but his body was not hunched at all. Just looking at the back might make people suspect that he was a young man.

He and the other people are very similar in clothes, all of which are made of vines and tree bark. The color of these clothes is naturally green. Wearing them and standing in the forest is like a protective color. In addition, they all have magic protection, which has suppressed their sense of existence to the extreme. Among those priests, only Phaethon noticed them.

"Did Phaethon just see us?" one asked. "He just gave us a special look. What does he mean?"

"Who knows? He doesn't make it clear... Do clerics also like to play quizzes? I always thought that only mages like to do this kind of thing." said a handsome young man.

Another older druid frowned and asked, "Jane, you're the one of us who deals with people the most. Can you understand what he means?"

That handsome young man was the one who often wore white clothes and practiced medicine in various towns and cities in the Tarakhan area. Although he is known as a Physician, he is actually a Druid—and a decent Druid.

Among the "Balance Sect" in the northern part of Tarakhan, he acts as the link between the sect and the secular world, and he is usually reluctant to step into the village, and almost all live in the wilderness and live a life like a barbarian. His companions are completely different. He is very adaptable to the prosperous human society, so he is better at negotiating, conspiracy, and doing business.

Hearing his teacher's question at this moment, he smiled wryly and said, "Teacher, you are asking too much of me. I'm just an ordinary person, how can I see what I can see from one look?"

The Druids all laughed, and they weren't worried, they were just curious.

As children of the wilderness, Druids have little to do with human society. If it wasn't for the strength of those strange foreigners, who worried that they would destroy the balance of the forest, they wouldn't even want to pay attention to the traversers.

But it is impossible to ignore them. The transmigrators are not people who can stop. They toss around all day, causing countless troubles and making the druids very tired.

But the boredom turns into boredom. The behavior of the traversers did not really destroy the balance of nature. On the contrary, the concepts of "intensive farming" and "complex agriculture" they emphasized greatly reduced farmers' reclamation of forests, except for "naturalists". In addition to the extremists, other Druids have to admit that they are a progressive force in this world, although they do not like them.

So when Brad (Sword Thirteen) contacted them, hoping that the masters among them could help to find out what the clergy who went to the north of Tarakhan came from, even those who had been in seclusion for many years The capital of the teaching walked out of his tree house and took the trip without hesitation.

In the discussion among the disciples and the grandchildren, the terribly old leader said: "The leader of that group of priests is Phaethon, the 'sacred fire of heaven's punishment' Phaethon."

Druids have a much longer lifespan than ordinary people. Several people here have heard about the fame of Phaeton when they were young.

"Phaethon is one of the most powerful paladins in the Church of the God of Light. I used to fight side by side with him in the past, destroying the huge stone puppets fused with evil spirits in the desert." The old old Druid said, "Now I He's old, but he's still strong. I'm no match for him one-on-one."

The Druids were not surprised. Unlike ordinary people, they respected the laws of nature the most. Even if the leader is a legendary powerhouse, he is almost a thousand years old. He was seriously injured when he was young, and he is usually training his body. Even so, he will inevitably age and become weaker. Of course, an old Druid who is already in his prime can't beat a paladin in his prime.

"So... do we need to fight?" Jeanne asked worriedly.

The leader pondered for a long time, and finally said: "It shouldn't be necessary, Phaeton is not the kind of person who will destroy nature. Even if he finally breaks down with Locke, and the two sides start to fight, they will definitely choose to fight on the wasteland. We just need to be careful not to let the aftermath of their engagement turn into fire."

"But... Locke probably won't be able to beat him?" Jeanne asked again.

"The young man Locke is a very determined person." The leader smiled and said, "Such a person will definitely walk on the path they want to walk, and bear the consequences themselves. Whether it is life or death, He doesn't need pity or concern from others. Put away your worries!"

Jeanne sighed and said nothing.

He also worshipped a teacher in the traveler, the doctor Anka. Anka, who has been called "The Great Physician", is researching and sorting out the medical materials in this world. Jeanne is both his student and his assistant, helping him to collect a lot of materials - mainly about herbal medicine. .

For the traversers, let Nai have a good impression. He envied this group of people who lived happily and freely. These people seemed to be completely unconstrained by anything and lived at ease in the world. They don't care about money and fame, they roam around, do whatever they want, and are as happy as a wild horse roaming the grass without the reins.

Jeanne yearned for such a life, but he couldn't.

He has his own responsibilities and his own work, and he can't do whatever he wants and have fun everywhere like those aliens.

Therefore, he has a special fondness for the traversers who can be at ease, but take responsibility and work hard.

Anka and Locke are all such people.

If possible, of course he wanted to help Locke, but as the teacher said, the white-haired young man had a free heart despite the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders. If it is something that the other party has already decided, then he can only be a mere visitor.

If you do something, it may not only not be considered a help, but an insult to the other party.

The druids quickly returned to their villages deep in the forest with their spells, and they saw Brad, who was waiting, one of the new elders of the northern barbarians, although he didn't look like a barbarian at all.

Just ten minutes later, what the druids had seen and heard were spread by magic to the caves under the northern wilderness, and then to Locke's heart.

Locke, who was patrolling the farmland, listened to the voice that sounded in his heart, listened to the report carefully, and nodded.

"If that's the case, then I'll go meet him. It's better not to have to fight if you can."