After Hu Po left for a few days, he returned. As expected, he found that the size of the camp had increased by a notch. Between the tents, there were many more houses built with wooden planks. There were also some drying yards, work sheds, and warehouses scattered throughout the camp. A new sawmill had been built by the Whitewater River, right next to the crude temporary pier. The sturdy road connected the camp and the various facilities around the camp. This place was already showing signs of a long-term residence, and it was beginning to transform from a camp into a territory.
The labour system that guy came up with was still very useful.
The slow-witted maid had already run off to inform her master, while Amber was idling in Gawain's tent. Beside her stood an old man with a messy beard and hair. He was wearing a dirty gray robe and a soft hat.
The old man, who looked like he was dug out from the slums, was the professional Amber found. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the tent, carefully keeping a distance from everything around him, but his eyes were darting around like a profiteer in the lord's castle. Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for more than half a month and muttered, "Stonemasons and carpenters are starting to live in wooden houses, and he still has a tent. I really don't know what's going on in his head …"
"Hey, hey," the little old man suddenly said, "Is what you said true? Is that really the Gwen Cecil from 700 years ago? The one who was the talk of the town in the south recently? "
"Of course it's true." Heti rolled her eyes at the little old man. "I dug it out myself, how can it be false? Let me tell you, don't look at how poor the Cecil Family is right now. Their ancestor is very powerful. His entire being is like a moving treasury … "
The little old man stroked his messy beard and said, "As long as it's true. Little girl, let me tell you, in the field of antique appraisal, my skills are …"
Hu Po was stunned when he heard half of it. "Eh? Wait a minute! Aren't you Druil?! "
The little old man suddenly froze in the middle of stroking his beard. He looked at Amber, dumbfounded. "I …"
Just as he said the word "I", the thick curtain of the tent was opened, and bright light shone in. Gwen's nearly two-meter-tall strong body blocked it completely. The little old man and Amber were shocked at the same time.
Gwen, on the other hand, noticed the extra stranger when he walked into the tent. He was wearing a dirty robe, which was a cross between a short robe and a long robe, and almost all the edges were frayed. He wore a grey bonnet with several holes in it. His beard and hair were messy, and God knew how long he had not washed it. He looked old and shrivelled, but his eyes were very bright …
That's right, it was the style of a real hermit.
Gwen silently judged in his heart. The image of the little old man in front of him was almost perfect in his imagination of a Druil who lived in seclusion, accompanied by the jungle, and mastered countless ancient knowledge. If he saw him on other occasions, he might have thought of him as a beggar in the slums. But when Amber said she was going out to find a Druil, then this was the style of a Druil.
The shame of the elves could actually find a Druil (at least they looked alike). It seemed that he had misjudged Amber.
After expressing a little apology to Amber in his heart, Gwen strode towards the little old man in front of him. "Welcome, in the name of the Cecil family, this land has been waiting for a real scholar for a long time. I'm Gwen Cecil, you should have heard of my name. "
The little old man also woke up from his momentary daze. He immediately put on an exceptionally bright smile (that smile was so bright that he did not look like a hermit). "Ah, your name is known throughout the whole continent. I'm very happy to be of service to you and your territory. I wonder if the antiques that need to be appraised are here …"
Gwen also spoke at the same time. "The arrival of a Druil will definitely bring this land …"
"Antiques?" "A Druil?"
The two of them spoke in unison with a confused look on their faces.
"Did I mishear?" Gwen said in astonishment. "You just said to appraise antiques? I asked Amber to find a Druil … "
"A Druil? Not an antique appraiser?! "The little old man was also shocked." I thought you asked me to appraise antiques! "
The corner of Gwen's mouth suddenly twitched. His gaze involuntarily drifted to the half-elf lady who was trying to shrink her head into her stomach. "What did this half-elf 'lady' say to you?"
The little old man said casually, "She said she dug up a 700-year-old antique. I didn't ask for the details and just rushed over …"
Gwen reached out to grab Amber's pointed ears. The latter suddenly let out a cry of surprise and slipped out from under Gwen's hand, disappearing into the shadows.
But someone reacted faster than her. Before the thief could completely enter the shadow realm, Gwen stepped in front of Amber's escape route and activated Knight's protective aura. As the effect of the invisible halo spread, Amber suddenly broke out of the shadow state in a trance and hit her head on Gwen's chest and abdomen. She cried out on the spot.
The camp's defense was insufficient. In order to deal with unexpected situations at any time, Gwen never left his armor.
Rebecca, who was stubborn, had a bruise on her head when she hit Gwen, let alone Amber, who was not as stubborn. The half-elf lady was suddenly knocked unconscious. After breaking out of the shadow state, she covered her head and spun around twice before stopping. Gwen grabbed her ear and she immediately shouted, "Hey hey hey! Ouch ouch ouch! Let go let go … "
"What's the deal with a 700-year-old antique?!" Gwen stared at the shame of all things. "Where's the Druil I asked you to find?!"
"He's the Druil! How would I know what an antique appraisal is! " Amber still felt wronged. She struggled to break free from Gwen's claws and shouted loudly, "I just casually told him that I dug up an ancient person from 700 years ago, but I didn't expect that he actually misunderstood!"
The little old man looked at the farce in front of him dumbfounded. At this time, he finally came to his senses. "Wait a minute, the 700-year-old antique you were talking about is Duke Gwen Cecil?"
"Don't mention 'antique'! He's going to kill me! "Amber screamed." Didn't I tell you! Gwen Cecil is resurrected, and I woke him up with my own hands! But I didn't ask you to appraise him — I thought you understood! "
The little old man stared. "I thought you were going to steal the ancient hero's grave after waking him up! I was wondering how you were tricked. After stealing the grave, you actually got the person involved to agree to let you find someone to appraise the antique … "
Gwen was speechless.
After going through the historical figures one by one in his mind, Gwen finally suppressed the urge to throw Amber out. He looked at the little old man in front of him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "So … you're not Druil?"
Unexpectedly, after hearing this question, the little old man stroked his beard, tidied up his tattered gray robe, and said in an inscrutable tone, "It depends on the specific situation and your needs. If your conditions are right, I can also be a Druil …"
Gwen was stunned. Druil could be a Druil?
"Then are you a Druil or not?" Gwen frowned. "I need Druil to assist in the construction of the territory's agriculture, and I don't want any problems with this work, so you'd better be careful with your answer."
After the farce, he now had a serious sense of distrust towards the little old man in front of him.
The little old man smiled and took out an inconspicuous seed from his pocket. He threw the seed on the ground and picked up a cup of water from the table beside him to pour some water on the ground. After that, he muttered something and a moment later, a green light rippled out from the spot where the seed landed.
The seed sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was only a small sprout, it was an eye-opener for Gwen.
"You see, you see! He's a Druil! "Amber suddenly shouted." Hurry up and let go of me! It hurts! "
Gwen let go of the half-elf's ear with a dumbfounded look, and then looked at the little old man with a strange expression. "So you're really a Druil … But what's the meaning of an antique appraiser?"
"I was indeed a Druil in my early years, and it was a real school of the Heart of the Forest School." The little old man slightly puffed out his chest and said proudly. "But an antique appraiser is also my profession. It can be said that there are not many antique appraisers in the whole Southern Territory who are better than me."
Gawain was baffled. "A druid who studies flowers, birds, fishes, and insects, and an appraiser who studies antiques. How did you get together when these two professions are so far apart?"
"Mainly because I don't have money." The little old man spread out his hands. "Being a Druil was too poor, so I started a side business. And let me tell you, my ability is not only these two. If you lack a cook here, I can also barbecue and make soup … "
This time, Gwen's mouth and forehead could not help but tremble. "As long as the price is right, you can also do divination, right?"
The little old man stroked his beard. "It depends on how much you pay. If the price is right, I can learn it on the spot."
Gwen looked up and sighed. He thought to himself that Amber was indeed the person she found. This development was simply logical. He did not underestimate Amber's moral integrity, nor did he overestimate her virtue. This "agronomist" was simply a perfect match for Amber's standards of conduct.
An unreliable guy, but a real Druil.
"Then … is he okay?" Amber carefully looked at Gwen's reaction. After a while, she dared to speak. "At least the Druil is real."
"It's better than nothing." Gwen sighed and looked down at the little old man. "So from now on, you're Cecil's Druil. I'll give you a suitable reward … What level are you?"
"Level three Druil of the Forest Heart School, and also a level three Magic Herbalist," the little old man said with a smile. "And a good barbecue master. You really don't want to consider it?"
Gwen's mouth twitched. "No, I have a maid who cooks well. I'll pay you according to the standard of a level three official spellcaster, but the premise is that you have to first refine a batch of growth-promoting potions to prove yourself. We'll provide the materials and tools. "
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