Although the old man was a little suspicious when we first met, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I found that the old village head was quite talkative and friendly. He first asked curiously about traveling around the world, and I didn't dare to fabricate too much. Then he asked Icetis about spells, and Icetis didn't dare to fabricate too much. Finally, the old village head began to ask me how I usually take care of the children (referring to Pandora and her sister). I was good at this, but before I could fabricate too much, the old man stopped asking …
Finally, the topic returned to the Dark Moon War and "the world is about to change". It could be seen that the village old man named Koto in front of me, although he didn't have much experience, had a deep feeling for this village. He knew that once the Dark Moon War began, the village where he lived could not continue to be peaceful, but he was powerless now, so he could only hope that this day would come later. This was also the reason why he was suspicious of strangers appearing in the village. To put it bluntly, the old man was a little nervous.
Because Icetis and I had learned a lot of historical knowledge from Ron, we could talk about the Dark Moon and myths with the old village head. As a group of compassionate foreigners, we lamented the devastation of the war on ordinary people. The old man couldn't help but look up at the magnificent mountain range standing in front of the village, "After this war, I don't know if the village can be saved. I heard that the Imperial Capital has already transferred the National Knights to the border. They will definitely be stationed at the two fortresses at the north and south of Long Bridge Mountain. The village is sandwiched between the two fortresses. If the Knights want to recruit nearby, they will definitely not let go of this place. When the day the recruitment comes, the peaceful days of Pine Village will come to an end. "
I suddenly noticed one thing. The two human kingdoms, the Duchy of Hassard and the Empire of Gondor, were hoarding their troops on both sides of the Long Bridge Mountain Range. Some of the vanguard troops of the Duchy of Hassard in the west were already in place, and the Empire of Gondor in the east had also mobilized their troops. The two kingdoms were separated by a mountain range, and the ridge line was the border. So on the surface, it looked like they were preparing for war by stationing their troops at the border, but I knew that it was to deal with the Dark Moon (at least it was recognized as such). So what is this Long Bridge Mountain Range?
Long Bridge Mountains … Long Bridge … Long Bridge connecting Earth and Moon … Could this be the meaning of it?
"The Longqiao Mountains were the frontline of the Dark Moon War." I tried to find out the connection between the Longqiao Mountains and the 'long bridge' that connected the earth and the moon. "Speaking of which, does no one know how the Dark Moon Citizens came to the surface?"
"We only know that they came from the Heavenly Bridge that has been cut off, but no one knows how they activated this bridge." The old village chief stroked his beard, "The Heavenly Bridge used to connect the earth and the moon, but after the goddess slashed down with her sword, there are only two stubble on this end of the earth, respectively at the two ends of the Longbridge Mountain Range. You know that our Empire has two fortresses in the north and south on the border. These two fortresses monitor the two stubble from afar. Every time the people on the Dark Moon attack, the two stubble are the biggest teleportation points. There will also be small teleportation stations of the Dark Moon in other places on the ground, but I heard from the elders that all the teleportation portals of the Dark Moon are powered by those two stubble. As long as the north and south fortresses each hold on for a while, the Dark Moon Army won't have the energy to open too many teleportation portals, and we can hold on until the goddess arrives. "
The Longqiao Mountains were indeed the ruins of the 'long bridge' back then! I imagined that it was probably equivalent to a huge long pier …
However, it was still quite puzzling to me what the so-called 'long bridge connecting the earth and the moon' was. I knew the origin of the 'goddess', so I naturally didn't believe that the goddess created this world, nor did I believe that the goddess created the bridge connecting heaven and earth. That thing was probably left behind by the previous civilization of these two planets: such incidents were not uncommon. At first, I thought that it was a space elevator with a long shelf life because the space elevator did fit the characteristics of the 'bridge' and was easily accepted by the locals. But now, according to the old village chief, that thing seemed to be an interplanetary teleportation device.
I suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Bryndis. Bryndis nodded slightly and said through the spiritual connection, "I have already sent two lice spirits to investigate the two ends of the mountain range. However, they don't know teleportation yet, so their flying speed is limited. Now, they are returning from the mainland … They will probably arrive around noon tomorrow."
I nodded, thinking that the silly fox finally played a little role: these lice spirits that she 'hatched' were quite useful as intelligent probes, and they even had the ability to evolve. And according to my observation, if you put them in a cloth bag, they could also illuminate …
Shallow Shallow rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "By the way, old man, you said that the Dim Moon War had been fought five times, and each time there was a gap of hundreds of years. After such a long time, why didn't the two bridge piers … err, I mean the broken stubble, why didn't anyone get rid of the two broken stubble?"
"How can it be so easy to get rid of something created by the goddess?" The old village chief slapped his thigh. "Don't talk about getting rid of them, before the enchantment is opened, we people on the ground can't even enter the inner courtyard of that thing. And the goddess has come to seal the Dim Moon several times, but she didn't completely tear down the bridge. This means that the two broken stubble are the foundation of our world, and they must not be torn down — anyway, that's what the teachings say. "
Hearing this, I knew that even if I asked the sharp questions such as why the goddess didn't completely destroy the Dim Moon people, why didn't she completely repair the malfunction of this world, why didn't she seal the Dim Moon more tightly, etc., the old village chief would definitely answer with "anyway, that's what the teachings say". So, I decided not to ask these questions and turned to chat. At this moment, Blockhead's figure came into my sight from afar (he was extremely strong, and he was helping someone carry furniture). I pointed at him and said, "Blockhead's strength is really great! He can kill a bear monster with one punch. "
Speaking of Blockhead, the wrinkles on the old village chief's face almost bloomed with laughter. "Why don't we all say that he might be the reincarnation of a mountain barbarian? Hey, don't tell outsiders that, it's just a joke …"
I knew that the mountain barbarians were one of the races of the Dim Moon now, and they were the "original sinners" who started the world war back then. They were famous for their divine power and natural witchcraft. Naturally, it wasn't strange for Blockhead to be ridiculed as the reincarnation of a mountain barbarian because of his strength. It was just that in these troubled times, topics related to the Dim Moon people had become taboo. After the old village chief mentioned it, he hurriedly tried to salvage the situation. The old man was quite cautious.
I waved my hand nonchalantly. Not to mention that Blockhead was just an ordinary person, even if he was really the reincarnation of a mountain barbarian, it wouldn't be a big deal. Just look at how simple-minded he is now. Does he look like the lord who can destroy the world?
Speaking of the honest Blockhead and his psychic cat, Shallow Shallow couldn't help but have a topic to talk about, "It would be great if he could come to our place. We have a group of Atlanteans there, and every one of them is indomitable. Blockhead might have just passed the handicap line. And his cat, that cat is really amazing. I even saw her sweeping the floor and wiping the table in the morning."
"Atlantis? It should be a place in the South, I've never heard of it, "the old village chief scratched his head." But everyone in the village knows about Blockhead and his cat. A few years ago, when the two of them first came to the village, there was a beast plague. The beasts in the forest didn't have food to eat during the winter, so they came to steal the villagers' livestock and dried meat. They even bit a few people. At that time, Blockhead was passing by. He didn't even know the name of the village before he heard about it. He immediately ran into the forest to 'negotiate' with the beasts. He found a large group of black wolves, but he didn't fight them. Instead, he pinned them to the ground and reasoned with them. He told the wolves that they could look for food, but they couldn't destroy people's courtyards or hurt people. How could animals understand him? However, it didn't work when the black wolves pounced on him to bite or scratch him. He patiently pinned the black wolves to the ground. The wolves couldn't run even if they wanted to. Blockhead ran faster than the wind, and his limbs were even faster. After two days and two nights of torment, the largest wolf group in the forest scared 30% of them to death, and 30% of them died from exhaustion. The remaining 40% had now become vegetarians. The situation of the 'negotiation' was described by Blacky to the people around after Blockhead came back. That cat's mouth is better than mine, and the 'negotiation' idea was also given by that cat. Then, the two of them became famous and decided to stay in the village. "
"Blockhead isn't a local?" I asked, surprised.
The old village chief stroked his beard and shook his head. "No, he's from the South. His hometown seems to be in Cloud Mist Country. You've been to that small country, right? The people there are all tall and big, and they often travel far. That's because some places in Cloud Mist Country still have a rule that after reaching adulthood, one must travel for ten years before returning home. But now that the Dark Moon War is about to start, I don't know if this rule will be suspended. I heard that Blockhead's family is no longer there, and he has been wandering around before he reached adulthood. He picked up that cat on the road. At that time, he helped the village a lot, so we advised him to settle down in the village. That's how he settled down. But now that Blockhead is considered a resident of the village, he's a big shot here. "
"Oh …" Shallow Shallow leaned on the table and watched as Visca and Pandora arranged the bone pieces together. She dragged out her voice and said, "That Blockhead isn't his real name, right? He really doesn't have a name? "
"Sigh, he said he's called Blockhead, and that's the only name he recognizes." The old village chief waved his hand. "He's a poor child. I heard that his parents died when he was young, and there was nothing left at home. When Blockhead was in his hometown, his neighbors took turns to feed him. That child was a little slow. When his parents died, he couldn't even remember his own name. After a long time, the people around him saw that he was really strong and stupid, so they called him Blockhead. That's why he ran around with that name. But it doesn't affect him too much. It's easy to raise a lowly life, and our village doesn't care about this mess. It's fine as long as we know who is who. "
The few of us nodded. We had a better understanding of our new friend. After chatting with the old village head for a while, it was getting late. The gathering had started in the morning, but unknowingly, it had been lively for half a day. It was already two or three o 'clock in the afternoon. The people in the square had already dispersed. Only a few children and a few dogs were running around on the ground. Blockhead helped clean up the other tables and chairs before coming to our place. He carried the psychic cat on his shoulder and greeted the old village chief in a low, muffled voice, "Village chief, I'm here to clean up the table. Is this your table?"
Icetis, I, and the others stood up and moved to the side. Visca looked at her bone pieces with a pitiful expression. She was almost done with the 1024 × 768 Along the River During the Qingming Festival. Pandora had added a few hundred aliens with guns and cannons, ready to invade the Great Song Dynasty. Those two kids were really going against the natural order! I couldn't help but recall the first time they learned to build a snowman, and they ended up building a Neuschwanstein Castle …
In the end, Visca obediently swept away the bone pieces so that Blockhead could take the table away. We couldn't help but sigh with regret. Another genius child had been killed.
Half of the day had passed, and we spent the afternoon in Blockhead's courtyard having a 'reception'. This small village had a slow pace of life. Due to Blockhead's "strong contribution", the hunters in the village took a day off. The bored and curious villagers all came to Blockhead's house, hoping to learn more about the outside world from the "knowledgeable scholar's family". After two days of interaction, the locals realized that our family was actually very easy to get along with. Icetis and I also had tons of things we wanted to learn from the locals, so we naturally didn't refuse anyone. At first, we had a headache about how to pretend that we were really this world's scholars. But slowly, I realized one thing: these people in front of us were actually just here to join in the fun, like they were in the mountains looking at the city. They didn't know if the strange things you made up were true or not, and they didn't have the possibility of actually going to investigate these things. In fact, most of the people here would never step out of the radius of Pinewood Village. So even if you told them something strange, as long as you explained to them that it was something from a distant and mysterious country, these people would accept it with satisfaction. After all, they were just here to join in the fun. Even if you really made up a story for them, as long as they were happy, they wouldn't care.
Later, I felt that it wouldn't be a problem even if I took out my phone to look at the time in front of them. For most of the people in Pinewood Village, the crystal ball in the hands of the Imperial Mage was not much different from the Nokia in the hands of the people on Earth. In short, they couldn't understand it …
So I told them about the daily life in Atlantis and Avalon. I talked about it as far and as mysterious as possible. The more I talked about it, the easier it was to talk about it. Also, this was what the villagers wanted to hear.
After half a day of interaction, we finally got all the information we could get from this village, including which daughter-in-law was beating their children and which man was afraid of his wife. Qian Qian was the one who was responsible for communicating with the villagers. I couldn't understand why Qian Qian was so concerned about these things …
"Our villagers are pretty good, right?" After we sent away the last batch of idlers and sluggards, Blockhead closed the courtyard door and said to us with a smile. We sat on the row of stone blocks in the courtyard and drank the 'tea' that Blockhead brewed with some unknown wild flowers and weeds, nodding vigorously. The psychic cat was running around on the wall, chasing after a little bug. When it saw that everyone had left its "territory", it jumped down. The cat had an unhappy expression on its face. "My afternoon nap has been ruined. Nothing good ever happens when you guys come."
Blockhead bent down and picked up the cat. "Blacky, be polite to the guests."
"It's okay, it's okay," Shallow Shallow waved her hand and looked at the black cat with glowing eyes. "Can you let me hug her?"
The Psychic Cat had already seen Shallow Shallow's power. It knew that the cat in front of it was a real boss-level feline. Instantly, the hair on its back stood on end. It bent down and bared its teeth in Blockhead's hand. "Stupid human, don't come over! If you come over, I'll scratch you! "
Everyone looked at the two felines and laughed. I always thought that Shallow Shallow and Miss were both born in the year of the cat. The difference was that Miss was the kind that slept on a velvet cushion since she was young. She was a poodle cat that grew up in a villa. She often had a cold aura, but she was also a bit wild and mischievous. On the other hand, Shallow Shallow was the kind of cat that would start running as soon as it learned how to run. Its biggest advantage was that it could jump up and down. In any case, both of them were stronger than Blacky, who only knew how to talk. Shallow Shallow's mouth wasn't slow either …
The cat-like girl and the girl-like cat confronted each other for a while. In the end, Shallow Shallow's attention was diverted by the two animal hides in the corner. Blacky jumped onto the ground and let out a long breath. He swung his tail in the air and looked up at me. "How did you come up with those stories? It sounds just like the real thing … "
Icetis and I were stunned. This black cat's unexpected words were shocking. She could actually tell that the stories of those "faraway countries" were fake!
Only the blockhead had a confused expression. He scratched his head as he looked back and forth. "What do you mean by 'real'? What the scholar said just now was fake? "
"Not all of them are true," I smiled awkwardly as I stole a glance at the little black cat. In the end, I discovered that the latter was also looking at me. Even though it was a cat, its emerald green eyes actually shone with a complicated light similar to a human's eyes. Fortunately, I was experienced and I just had to ignore this penetrating gaze. "A portion of it is indeed what I have seen from afar, but the other portion is purely fairy tales. They are all folklore that I have gathered from my travels. Ancient kingdoms that were lost thousands of years ago, mysterious islands that were shrouded in thick fog, cities that were buried by sulfur after volcanic eruptions, and so on. There were many such stories. Logically speaking, a scholar (I feel a little guilty when I say this) shouldn't use these things to fool people. But if I were to really tell them about my observations along the way, the villagers might not be interested in listening. Am I right? "
Speaking of this, I really admired myself. I was actually able to come up with a plausible reason just by making up nonsense. This clearly showed that I was already halfway to becoming a professional scholar …
Blacky and the blockhead nodded at the same time. The latter probably didn't quite understand, but the former had a look of agreement. This cat was really amazing. In theory, she should be smarter than the blockhead!
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