Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Snow was falling in the sky and the fire was burning in the house. For many residents in the city, this winter might be the most stable and happy winter they had ever lived. They didn't have to worry about food or have trouble sleeping because of the cold. The brick houses were so warm and comfortable that they could sit in the room and look at the snowy world outside through the glass.

The third floor of the tavern was different from the two floors below, which were bustling and noisy. It was a little cold and there were fewer people. Occasionally, cold wind came in through the gaps in the windows.

However, some people just had different preferences and were willing to stay in this relatively quiet place.

"Here is the tea you ordered, and bread." The waiter in the tavern came up the stairs with a plate and put a pot of boiled tea and baked bread on the table.

"Okay, thank you." The man sitting by the window took out the Star Seal Coin and put it on the table.

After counting and confirming, the waiter put it away and told the man that he could sit here until the evening. If he wanted to order something else, he could ring the bell at the stairs.

"I see."

After the waiter left, the place became quiet again. There were only four people here except him. Two of them were sitting in the corner reading and studying, taking notes from time to time. The other one was an old man with gray feathers. He drank tea leisurely and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Lifting the teapot, with a gurgling sound, pouring the brewed black tea into the cup, the man took a sip and looked particularly comfortable.

Different from the common black and blonde hair, he had brown-red hair. Because the color was a bit mixed, it looked a bit messy. He was wearing a brown thick cloth coat, and he looked like a long-distance traveler. In fact, he had not been in this city for long.

While he was enjoying the hot tea with bread, the old man who had been sitting by the window to watch the scenery came over and sat down opposite him.

"You don't look like a local, young man." The old man with gray feathers had neatly combed gray hair and wore an old-fashioned dress. He looked very particular at first glance.

"Yes, I just came here not long ago." The man answered casually, continued to eat bread, occasionally drank a sip of hot tea to avoid choking, and had no intention of pouring tea for the other party.

The old man of the gray feather species did not care about this, and he brought the teapot on his original table.

"Would you like some Qilaimei black tea? This is my old collection." From the name, it can be seen that the old man should have been a rich man in Shilin Mountain Fort.

"No, thank you."

Seeing that the man was not understanding, the old man of the gray feather species was a little fussy, and he did not pretend to be decent, and spoke simply and straightforwardly.

"Young man, where are you from? I have seen many races in all these years, but I have never seen brown-red hair like you."

"Is hair color a very important thing?" The man didn't care at all.

"Of course I care. In a sense, hair color represents your genes, your identity, your past, and your future mission." The old man of the gray feather species said an unknown philosophy.

"That's really troublesome. With my mixed hair color, I probably won't be a big shot." The man finished his bread and took a sip from his teacup.

Seeing that he still didn't say anything, the old man of the gray feather species changed his approach, "It seems that you are also a cautious person. It's no wonder that you are a little wary when you go out."

"How about this, I can tell you something you want to know, in exchange, you answer my curious questions."

Finally, after hearing this, the man began to look at the old man of the gray feather species in front of him.

"Are all you gray feather species so eager for knowledge? Okay, I agree to your proposal. Anyway, I'm free now."

"You just asked me where I came from. I came from the north, very far north, probably the land that never melts."

"So it's the Arctic Circle." The old man of the gray feather species said the geographical term.

"Okay, now it's your turn to ask." The old man let the other party speak.

"I want to know, was this city really built by a little girl? It's incredible."

"Of course it's true. Everyone knows the achievements of Her Highness Heshia. When she was studying in Stone Forest Castle, she showed amazing wisdom and profound knowledge. With such a wise person leading, nothing can be done." The Gray Feathers generally admire people with wisdom and noble virtues.

"What you said is different from what I heard in the lower level of the tavern last night. Those wolf bloods who were drinking said that Heshia was a powerful woman who defeated their former queen, so now all the races in the grassland have expressed their submission."

"Those wolf cubs only know how to fight and kill. When have they ever accomplished anything?" The old man of the Gray Feathers expressed disdain. Thinking back to the past, although the population of Stone Forest Castle was far less than that of the Wolf Blood King Camp, it was better developed than the other side.

"From your appearance, you should have been to many places. If you have a little more experience, you will know that strong power alone is not enough to establish a large organization and force." The old man of the Gray Feathers poured himself some tea and tasted it in small sips.

"Let alone managing a city, it's not easy to manage a settlement of a hundred people."

"Yes, I've been to many places and I know it's not easy, so I couldn't believe it when I heard the rumors about Lady Heshia."

"So, you came all the way here?" The old man was curious.

"Probably walked thousands of miles."

"Tsk tsk, did the news spread so quickly?" The old man of the Gray Feather Clan shook his head.

"Ordinary spread is definitely not so fast, but I have a friend who is considered a student taught by my teacher. She told me the changes that happened on the grassland through letters." The man did not hide the taboo and said the reason why he came here.

"I inherited the knowledge passed down by the teacher, as well as many books. In the history and stories of various ethnic groups he knew, there was no such person. I was also very curious, so I came here."

"No, no, no, curiosity alone is not enough to explain why you walked such a long way to come here." The old man of the gray feather species shook his finger.

"If you go far, you must seek a lot."

"You must have a more ambitious goal to come here. Such a long journey cannot be explained and convinced by curiosity."

"Since you just said that you inherited the knowledge of your teacher, did he tell you why your hair is brown?" The old man of the gray feather species is still obsessed with this question.

"Looking at your expression, you probably don't know what this means yet, so I'll be frank."

"New races are basically artificially created, and when people design genes, whether for the pursuit of beauty or simplicity, they will not make such mottled hair colors, so the hair colors of new races are relatively pure, either typical black hair and blonde hair, or slightly more outstanding silver hair, gray hair, purple hair, and sea blue hair is very rare."

"The gene expression of brown-red hair color is often only found in native humans. This is an imperfect product of natural evolution. If you don't know your origins and don't have any special abilities, then you are most likely a native human, that is, an old human who has not experienced genetic design and has a mottled hair color expression." The old man of the gray feather species lowered his voice and told some truth.

"But as far as I know, the last organization of native humans has died out hundreds of years ago. Now there are only various rescue associations that inherit the spirit. Their own genes can no longer be said to be native humans." The old man of the gray feather species continued to add.

"You said you came from the far north, and I suddenly thought of something."

"That coldest place is also the best planetary refrigerator, freezing many things left over from the past." The old man of the gray feather species passionately stated his guess.

After listening, the man held the empty teacup for a long time, and finally asked carefully.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Bornhard Clemens, or you can call me 'Gray Cape Scholar'." The old man changed his previous exaggerated demeanor and became restrained and serious.

"In that case, I will also tell you my origins."

"The 34th generation of sage inheritance, Lindsay." The man put down the teacup.

"Do you think I will believe it?" The old man of the gray feather species said how could it be possible.

"Then do you think I will believe it?" The man also asked back, how could this jumpy old man look like the legendary 'Gray Cape Scholar'.

After speaking, the two smiled at each other, stretched out their hands and held them together. Fortunately, no outsiders saw this scene, otherwise there would be more rumors of strange people in the city.

"I want to see Heshia." The man explained his purpose.

"That's what I want to do, too." A strange tacit understanding arose between the two again.

They came here to seek answers to many questions, and Heshia would probably get answers to other questions from them.

Who created this isolated environment, how many times has civilization revived in the past thousand years, and where did they go in the end.