One.
It was common knowledge among the Four Heavenly Kings that there were five of them. After the four Northerners had finished speaking, they all turned to look at an old man who sat in the middle of the table. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but he looked hale and hearty. His body was strong, and the muscles that peeked out from under his half-draped cassock did not pale in comparison to those of a young man.
However, the most striking feature of this old man, who seemed to be the leader of the Northerners, should be his bald head, which provided enough light to illuminate the night. Coupled with his bulging muscles and the kasaya that was unique to the Northerners, he looked like a muscular monk.
"Great master, what do you think of this Hope?" the muscular man, who had bare arms, asked.
"A grain of rice, a firefly. Nothing to be afraid of." The bald old man replied calmly, his voice brimming with confidence. "Those barbarians, on the other hand, are more worthy of our attention."
"Could it be that there's something special about those barbarians?" The man dressed as an elegant scholar quickly asked.
"When I was still a young novice monk, I followed my master into the wasteland. There, I met an old shaman, who was my master's old friend. They talked about these barbarians unintentionally." The bald old man's face was filled with nostalgia, as if he had returned to his youth.
"At that time, the old shaman said that their strength could make the earth tremble, their spears could tear the sky apart, their roars could change the direction of the wind, and when they charged, they could turn the world upside down. They called themselves the Divine Warriors, the most beloved children of the mountains."
After listening to the old man's words, the short man looked as if he was listening to a fairy tale. He could not help but mutter, "Isn't this a bit too much? The barbarians of the grassland are short-sighted, and they have never seen a true warrior. It's inevitable that they would misunderstand, but the great master actually believed it …"
Although his voice was clear, the old man's ears were sharp. He immediately looked at him and continued in a serious tone, "Back then, when I was still a young novice monk, I had the same thoughts as you, until later …"
"My master and I walked into the mountains. There, we witnessed a battle unimaginable to mortals. Dragons. Dragons that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Fighting against these arrogant overlords in the sky, it was a group of Divine Warriors … It was only then that I realized that although the old shaman's description was a little exaggerated, it was indeed the impression left on me when I was watching them from the side. It was unforgettable to this day."
"Fortunately, there were only three of them, and this was not a battle of combat power." The old man finished. "Now that they are with Hope, I have a better impression of that armor. But Soul Armature is, after all, a Southerner's evil art. It's not the right way, and it's not the way.
"Since the master of the Martial Dipper Temple has said so, we should keep an eye on these barbarians. But what are they doing outside the city with those goats? Stealing the corn from the farmers? " The cold-faced man, who was the first to report Baiyi's whereabouts, said half-jokingly. However, his joke was so cold that no one in the room could laugh.
The bald old man closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. The others changed the topic and continued to discuss how to deal with the two biggest enemies, the Walthart Royal Family and the Church.
In short, none of the three forces that had entered the fray paid any attention to Baiyi, let alone the Church. They did not even bother to keep an eye on Baiyi. Instead, they sent more paladins, grand knights, and archbishops to the fray. They used the excuse that they were here to help defend the Capital City, and they did not mind being criticized for not being able to keep a close eye on Baiyi.
If someone dared to start a bet on this, the odds of Baiyi winning the championship would be unimaginably high. After all, this was a Treasure Hunt, not a martial arts competition.
Baiyi, on the other hand, did not think about that at the moment. He was fully focused on preparing a flying device for his barbarian friends. With the help of the Scholar and the Engineer, he had created a magical version of a flying backpack. It was basically a bag that was as big as a school bag, hollowed out a mithril ingot the size of a school bag, inscribed a Levitation Formation inside, and filled it with mana crystals that would allow the formation to operate for a long time.
On the outside, he designed a sensor control system that looked like a sheepskin glove. After putting it on, the user could control the direction and speed of the flight through simple hand gestures. This way, even the barbarians who knew nothing about magic could use it freely.
With the help of the Voidwalkers, the technical difficulty of the flying backpack was not that high. However, the cost was quite high. The main reason was that the materials for the sensor formation were very troublesome, causing the cost to be around 800 gold coins. It was a little too much, which made Baiyi give up on the idea of developing the commercial value of the backpack.
With that kind of cost, it would not cost that much to hire a sorcerer to help them fly for a year. After all, the Levitation Formation was a simple magic that could be mastered by an Intermediate Level Mage and a High-Level Mage could easily master it. There was really no technical barrier to it.
This time, he made six of them in one go and decided to give them to the barbarians as a gift.
By the time Baiyi returned to the palace from the lab, the barbarians had already returned. The three fellows looked bored to death. They were sitting on the grass and playing with the stones with their fingers. They looked like carpenters carving wooden statues with carving knives, or children playing with plasticine. The three black stones had been roughly shaped into human shapes by their bare hands.
'I wonder where they picked up the stones from …'
When Baiyi walked closer, the three of them quickly handed the stones to him as if they were presenting a treasure. One after another, they said, "Brother Hope, come and take a look. Which one of our creations looks more like yours?"
So, they used me as the blueprint? Baiyi felt a warmth in his heart. He quickly took the stone statue and looked at it. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The one that Huskar had made was not bad. It still looked like a person, although it was probably the kind of person who suffered from polio and acquired deformities. Zar 'Zar and Char' Char, on the other hand, were even worse. One of them looked like the Cthulhu Evil God, and the other one looked more like an alien from outer space.
So, this is the artistic side of your race? Or is it that in your mind, I'm just a disgusting, strange, and ugly person? Baiyi thought to himself. However, when he saw the barbarians' sincere gazes, he did not have the heart to reject them, so he reluctantly accepted them. Wisely, he did not comment on who was better. Instead, he took out the few flying backpacks from his storage pouch and changed the topic.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Baiyi made an offer that the barbarians could not refuse.
The barbarians wailed and howled in the sky. When the sky was completely dark and they could no longer see clearly, they reluctantly descended to the ground. Baiyi, on the other hand, had just dismissed the patrol team that had heard the commotion, and the barbarians thought that some terrifying beast had suddenly descended into the world.
Baiyi gave the barbarians everything they needed and taught them how to maintain the craft. Finally, he said, "The mana in these things is enough to last you five hundred hours of flight. As long as you don't fly all the time, it should last you a year. If you can't fly anymore, just find the blood of a white dragon and pour it in."
"Oh! That's so easy! "Huskar sighed. He did not know what he meant by easy.
"Alright, I'm done here. What about you guys? Did you guys find anything? "Baiyi asked.
The three barbarians, who had been in high spirits, immediately turned downcast. Their faces were filled with shame, and they looked at each other. Finally, Huskar, who was the leader of the barbarians, said, "We're sorry, Brother Hope. We didn't find anything. You gave us such a precious gift, but we —"
This was expected. Even he, the next owner of the Book of Servitude, could not find anything, let alone these barbarians. Baiyi replied calmly, "Don't worry, my brother. You can't force people to look for things."
"Goats and Cuckoo brought us out of the city, and we came to a human village. There was a lot of sweet corn there, but we didn't find any powerful treasures," Zar 'Zar said sheepishly.
"You guys didn't steal someone's corn, did you?" Baiyi asked worriedly.
"No, no! I traded it for a bracelet," Huskar explained. Huskar explained hurriedly. He shook his right hand, where one of the bracelets was missing. "This is a good deal! That corn is so delicious after it's roasted! We wanted to bring some back for you, but you can't eat it, so we picked up some rocks and carved them into your likeness. "
How could that be called a good deal? If Baiyi remembered correctly, the barbarians' bracelets were made of dragon teeth. Considering the market price of dragon teeth, a bracelet like that could buy a hundred carts of corn, right? Baiyi chuckled. After chatting with the barbarians for a while, he ushered them into the room that the maids had prepared for them. He also placed the goats in the stable that was reserved for expensive horses.
When Baiyi returned to his room, he did not think too much about it. Instead, he took out the three stone carvings and studied them under the light of the lamp. He felt like laughing.
Just as he was about to laugh, he suddenly realized something. He stood up, grabbed the carvings, and rushed into the barbarian's room. He shook the snoring Huskar awake.
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