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Chapter 369 Elf Bachelor (33)

According to the words of this elf who should be from Canaan Moore, the carriage Ian saw when he killed the sharp claw tiger was his property, and the driver was a hired worker from Nauman City.

He originally planned to come to Nanling, go deep into the Baisen Mountains and go to the autonomous region to investigate and study the culture of the mountain people. He didn't expect that before he crossed the Indigo Mountain Gap, the theoretically 'quite safe' agate stone plain was surrounded by sharp-clawed tigers. Attacked, I fled in a hurry by myself, but unfortunately both the coachman and the carriage were killed immediately.

Warcraft generally don't deliberately eat ordinary people who are not sublimated. After all, human flesh is really small. At this time, most ordinary people don't have much fat.

In short, he was very grateful to Ian, and avenged his carriage and driver.

In order to express his gratitude, he decided to give Ian Fifteen Thaler and a gemstone bracelet crafted by elves.

The gemstone bracelets are exquisite in workmanship, and the emeralds are all genuine. The price is about a dozen thalers, which can be regarded as very valuable accessories.

"I don't need it... Save the money and leave it to the family of the driver who died in an accident."

But Ian is not very cold.Instead, he looked at the green-haired elf in front of him with interest, and met his golden eyes.

Even in Terra, a world where everyone is handsome and beautiful, there are still high and low appearances, and according to human standards, elves are all handsome without exception, but this elf in front of him is also the most handsome among elves. It is excellent.

The elf who called himself "Anfa" was wearing a bachelor's robe, with long green hair hanging straight down to half his waist, and a well-proportioned and smooth body. The long iron chains were tied obliquely around the chest and abdomen to the waist.

This is the representative of the 'lifetime oath' in the oath-keeping culture of the Terra elves, and it is often used in some important ceremonies.Of course, generally speaking, no one would carry this thing on their body, but elves also have a kind of martial art that can use iron chains, but I don't know if this elf thinks the same way.

"I am moved by your generosity."

Anfa's words were full of surprise, but he quickly returned to his original politeness: "As you wish, I will add the thank you money originally given to you to the burial expenses originally planned for the victim Mar's family."

Ian nodded slightly, but he still cared about the blue fog on Anfa's body in his eyes.

Yes, Anfa is a sublimator, and his strength is not weak, it should be the water system.

Although he may not be able to beat the crazy sharp-clawed tiger, but he is not as weak as he pretends, as if he is just an ordinary scholar.

This elf is very good at disguising, even Ian can't sense the aura of a sublimator with ordinary source quality sensing. If it wasn't for the foreseeing vision, it would have been hidden from him.

"This technique of concealing breath is worth learning."

Because his hidden identity is always seen, Ian is now thinking about how to better hide his aura—but he also knows that this is not realistic. It is not the teacher who can really see his hidden identity. His acquaintances are simply witnesses who have known their identity for a long time.

For such a person, ordinary methods of concealment are useless.

As for the opponent's hidden strength, Ian doesn't care too much. Anyway, he also hides his strength, and everyone is mutual.

At the end of the exchange, Anfa also expressed his request: "Respected knight, can I go with you and go to Le'an collar? I don't mind traveling late at night, and I am willing to pay the reward."

"Naturally."

Ian agreed: "There is no need for remuneration. Didn't you say that you are a 'minority cultural researcher'? I would be happy to listen to you talk about your research results on the road, if there is no need to keep it secret."

"If you wish."

The elf smiled and saluted.

Unlike the slight sense of alienation brought about by his handsome appearance and polite manners, Anfa is actually quite talkative, or he is happy to explain the results of his work to others.

According to Anfa's own introduction, he was actually a researcher at the 'Canaan Moore Ancient Civilization Research Institute'.

However, during the research process, he realized that the cultures of the aboriginals, mountain people and migrants in various places are inextricably linked with the civilization of the pre-epoch, so he decided to abandon the comfortable research environment of the research institute and go to the countryside, wild forests, and those Communicate with the locals in dangerous areas and explore some of the hidden truths in their ancient legends and myths.

With the passage of time and the expansion of civilized countries, these original aboriginal cultures are disappearing, and the history of many lost eras can only be passed down in the ancient legends of aboriginals and mountain people.

"Our continent is full of wars, and the Setar Empire is the country with the longest history and stability. But even so, the three major changes are equivalent to a change of dynasty. The research materials destroyed by the Dark Moon turmoil are summaries of the painstaking efforts of scholars in the past hundreds of years."

When he said this, the handsome elf had an extremely regretful expression: "There are many jobs that must be restarted, and I can only do my best."

Ian knew that Anfa's research line was actually quite correct—just like the Sequoia people, the predecessors of the Sequoia natives, were the remnants of the Terra civilization in the previous era.

Their legends and various sacrificial ceremonies are indeed inextricably linked with the various technologies and history of the pre-era civilization.

However, this is undoubtedly a dangerous job. The mountain people can say that as long as they respect their dragon god, they may be able to treat you to a hot meal, but the redwood forest natives are different. The investigator becomes a hot meal.

Even for the milder natives in other places, simple communication is fine, but the legends related to the deep level of their culture and participation in various rituals and sacrifices are definitely not easy to get out.

That must be the result of their full approval, and it is unlikely to be a field that an ordinary researcher can touch.

"I would have hired a group of adventurers to accompany me, but I'm currently on vacation. I just came to Lai'an to study the history of the fusion of imperial people and mountain people here. I never thought that there are such beasts around the agate plain. .”

When he said this, Anfa also showed a helpless look, and Ian nodded slightly. The truth of this sentence exceeded 90.00%, which was much more credible than the half-truth and half-fake self-introduction before.

"Merge with the mountain people?"

So he followed Huatou and said, "I don't know much about this, can you explain it in detail?"

"Very happy."

Except for the suspicious parts, Anfa is indeed a qualified researcher, and he has done his homework before going to the Shanmin Autonomous Region.

Contrary to what many outsiders think, Laian Territory is not an occupied area, but a pilot area for the integration of the empire and the mountain people.

The first Baron Ryan was a descendant of the intermarriage between the imperial people and the mountain people, and served as a bridge for the peace talks after the war.

Medicinal plants such as Golden Leaf Tree, Xiahui Grass, and Psychic Plants are also the traditional planting techniques of the mountain people, which are used by hunters to heal injuries and cultivate sublimators and psychics.

It is said that the mountain people who intermarried back then were still extremely noble elders, and every few generations, Baron Laian would marry or recruit a mountain girl man.

"Although all the tribes of the mountain people worship the Dragon God, the internal differences are quite different. There are many tribes like the Sequoia natives who have the tradition of cannibalism and blood sacrifices, but most of them have changed or been wiped out. .”

Anfa also showed interest in the Sequoia natives, especially after learning from Ian that the Sequoia natives had been defeated by Harrison Port, he was even more moved.

However, he still intends to visit the mountain people first
Ian listened carefully to the whole process, greatly satisfying his curiosity.

And he also found that after telling the history for himself, Anfa, who was sitting on the front of the carriage, took out a booklet and wrote some words on it seriously.

Even if he looked backwards, Ian could still see clearly that the 'Knight of Golden Leaf Town' written on it was referring to himself, while the plus number behind it was unclear what it meant.

He smiled and said, "You can call me 'guide'. What is written in this book? Ah, excuse me, if you don't want to say it, you don't need to say it."

"Haha, it's just a simple record of the people I met and the related actions."

Anfa didn't care about this either. He raised his head with a smile after changing 'Knight of Golden Leaf Town' to 'Guide': "During the journey of studying minority cultures, I met many good people who helped me, I also met many people who lied to me."

"There is a proverb in my hometown of Canaan Moore, 'All words are false, but the actions of hands are true' - I will record everyone's actions one by one, and write them in numbers in this booklet, so as not to forget .”

"For example, Mr. Guide, because you beheaded the sharp-clawed tiger that attacked me, your generosity to the victim, and your willingness to take me to the Lean Territory, etc., are '+175'... Well, according to our The time spent together is calculated as an average, which is quite a high score, and you are indeed a kind person."

Ian wondered: "Isn't this the Dwarf's Book of Hate? It's just an extra part of friendship. Or is this part of your elf oath culture?"

Of course, it was more like some kind of prestige or favorability system. He didn't expect that someone would actually calculate this by himself.

"No, this is my personal habit."

Putting away the 'Little Hatred Book', Anfa lowered his gaze, feeling a little emotional: "Emotions, kindness and hatred are difficult to calculate, but there must be a measure, so I will record it as a reference."

"No matter what the attitude is, no matter whether it's a smile or a scorn on the surface, judging only from actions is far more accurate than listening to words."

"Well, it makes sense."

Ian did not comment on this, but in his mind, he changed Anfa's impression from 'suspicious elf scholar' to 'interesting and suspicious elf scholar'.

The speed of the camels was not fast, but under the acceleration of Ian's indistinct input of source matter to eliminate fatigue, they still arrived at Lean Territory before the sun rose in the morning.

A forest town surrounded by purple and golden orange flowers.

(End of this chapter)