Chapter 109 Public Goods You Are Mediocre
The mountain range is pure white, with a small black dot bulging halfway up. The black dot behind it catches up, and the two black dots are side by side.
Leticia glanced around and asked, "Is that 'Eye' here too?"
Vifia nodded. After the "Eye" touched her two days ago, it not only explained to her why it was on Benedict's side, but also asked her to let it stay with her.
It told her almost everything about itself, even its capabilities and what it could do for her.
It's not a deal, it's just a wish to be by her side.
She did intend to use it to deal with the false god, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth. Even Qingzhu reminded her that she could agree.
She was very curious about what made the "eyes" make such a big sacrifice, and it still answered her honestly, because of familiar colors.
The answer was ambiguous, but it was enough to make her believe that many answers in this world were ambiguous, and even she was somewhat susceptible to this problem.
"I heard you're going to Iskana?" The cold wind howled, and Leticia looked at Vifia who was looking at the Yoko Village in the distance.
She didn't move and replied, "Yeah."
Go to Iscana. This is the suggestion of the Eye. It says: "Iscana may have what you want. My intuition is never wrong."
After a night of careful consideration, she decided to go to Iskanar.
"Unfortunately, the Duke would like to invite you to his mansion to meet you." Leticia stroked the sword at her waist. "A distinguished guest of the Heihefu family."
"Apart from the Haihefu badge you have, you can seek help from Haihefu if you need anything." This was the Haihefu family's promise and gratitude to her.
Without waiting for Vifia to respond, she added, "During the time you were trapped in Yoko Village, Iskanar was not at peace."
Vifia's figure was reflected in her orange pupils: "Don't completely hide your noble status there."
"The women of Iskanar..." Leticia's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness. "They are public property."
The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, blew into Vifia's collar. The silver specks became increasingly complex, blurring the ruined village of Yoko and the noble knight who had decided to stay there. The three words "Elliot" could be faintly seen on the long sword at his waist.
The white of snow obscured everything, and everything gradually faded away. A carriage, with its back to the village of Yoko, drove out of the territory of the Heihefu family.
Some people stay in the past completely, some people choose to stay with the past, and some people pack up again and start again.
The black curtain rolled over the white sky, and the extremely symmetrical village was shrouded in darkness. Only after the night completely turned into darkness did a candle light up in a stone house.
A group of people stepped into the village. Kaharun, who was walking in front with a candle, frowned. He looked at the only lit stone house in the entire house in front of him and turned back: "Do you want to go take a look?"
Osa picked up the candle and looked around. It was so quiet. There was a half-open door, half-chopped firewood, and a faint smell of blood in the air.
"Go and take a look." she said.
No one in the group objected. Kaharun still stood in front of them, taking the lead in stopping in front of the stone house. The four people behind him had a subtle attacking posture.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The dull knock on the door was very obvious in the dark night.
There was no sound inside.
"Knock, knock, knock." Kaharun knocked again.
As quiet as ever.
He turned around to look at Vifiya and the others, and just as he was about to repeat the knocking, a ray of warm orange light passed through the half-open wooden door and touched his face.
He looked at the gray-haired old man who appeared before him and was about to speak, but the old man had a stern face and said something unkind: "No water, no overnight stay."
The light disappeared from Kaharun's sight incredibly quickly.
Arnold was surprised when he saw the old man's appearance clearly. He had seen this person before. He subconsciously looked at Vifiya, who was vaguely protected behind him and Isidore.
But her expression didn't change at all, she just said, "Keep knocking."
Kaharun didn't suspect anything and raised his hand to knock again, but it was still unusually quiet inside.
"continue."
Kaharun knocked several times in a row, but the wooden door showed no sign of opening.
He turned his head and asked silently. Vifiya looked at him and then lowered her head to think.
"I'll blow the door open," Isidore said.
Osa couldn't help but look at him, thinking he was making a big deal out of nothing: "No, calm down."
In the brief gap between their conversation, Vifiya raised her head, with helplessness evident in her eyes. How could she have forgotten this man's temper?
She stepped forward, and Kaharun made way for her.
Vifiya didn't knock on the door. The cold air from the wooden door seemed to hit her forehead. She said softly and helplessly, "Teacher."
The surroundings were so quiet that even the slightest sound could reach everyone's ears smoothly.
Before they could be surprised by Vifiya's address to the old man, the wooden door had already opened.
The warm orange candlelight reflected on her face, and the old man's cloudy eyes fell on her and moved.
Vifia accepted the old man's gaze as if nothing had happened. Logically, this was their first meeting in this life, and the bard would not recognize her.
"Come in."
The old man opened the door completely, and Vifiya knew that she had made the right bet.
The old man didn't wait for them to enter, but went into the house first. Vifiya suppressed all the emotions in her eyes, turned around, and said softly: "Come in."
She took half a step into the house, grasped the door handle, and leaned sideways to leave space for them to come in. After everyone entered the cabin, she gently closed the door.
The old man had already lain down on the recliner by the fire with his eyes closed.
The house was warm, and a log fire crackled in the fireplace.
There was no other place to sit except the old man's recliner, and Osa and the others couldn't help but look at Vifiya.
Vifiya seemed to be very familiar with the structure of the house. As if using magic, she conjured up several stools from various places in the house.
After settling her friends down, she took out several cups from somewhere and poured water for them naturally.
The old man on the recliner narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Vifiya's familiar movements.
Although Osa and the others were curious, they did not ask too many questions. When they saw that the old man did not stop them, they picked up the cup and drank water in a very well-behaved manner.
Before pouring herself some water, she looked at the old man. "Would you like to drink? Or would you like to use the dyed vermilion grass as incense now?"
The old man finally opened his eyes. He stared at Vifiya. After a long while, he stood up, rummaged through the old cabinet, and took out a small medicine bag. Ignoring her, he threw the medicine bag into the water cup. Soon, the clear hot water changed color, and he handed the water to her.
Vifiya took it without hesitation and drank it directly.
"Do you know what it is?" The old man finally spoke, and the girl shook her head in his eyes.
Even after she put down the glass, he was still staring at her, his cloudy green eyes lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, he looked away and said, "I understand."
He lay back down in the recliner, crossing his arms over his chest.
Surprisingly, it really is fate.
Being able to drink his potion without changing expression and withstand some of his branches, she is indeed his genuine student.
He tilted his head slightly, gazing at her openly, feeling the distant aura of her. In his sight, a thin white thread that only he could see floated, connecting the two of them.
It seems that he is more satisfied with this student than he thought.
They even asked the world's rules to witness their relationship.
However, he was not one to accept students, let alone a human who had only a superficial knowledge of herbs.
The aura she exuded was not that of a person who lived only one life.
Even if having lived more than once is special and can attract his attention, it is far from meeting the standards for him to accept him as a student.
Why did he accept such a student? What did he teach her? He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes moved, and with a seriousness that he himself didn't realize, he asked: "Have you refined it?"
It took Vifiya only a moment to understand what he was asking, and she replied, "Yes."
The old man stood up and sat up straight, his movements smooth and without the stiffness of old age.
When he asked her to drink the potion, he had already judged her qualifications. She was simply...
He said bluntly: "You are a mediocre person."
As if she had anticipated what he would say, Vifiya just smiled softly: "Mediocre people have mediocre methods."
The two familiar words reminded Isidore and the others of when she said she was mediocre. Their eyes moved between the two of them, and they all had their own guesses.
Only now did the old man really take a closer look at this student of his, whom he was meeting for the first time.
Given his personality, it was his style to conceal certain important matters when teaching her, especially for the girl in front of him, a student he was satisfied with, his bad taste would only be worse.
Even if one is mediocre and can live more than one life, he may not be able to refine a magic recovery potion.
The recipe of the potion requires that the magic power be watered with flesh and blood.
He could probably guess what he was hiding.
soul.
He stared at Vifiya intently, but his eyes seemed to be looking through her, at something.
Her soul must be tougher than anyone else's to be able to bear the price everyone has to pay, but her soul has clearly already shown signs of cracking.
The old man, who had been in a bad mood since Osa and the others came in, finally chuckled after realizing it belatedly.
The hoarse laughter sounded sinister to Vifiya and the others.
She is truly the only student he is proud of.
No wonder he was so satisfied.
"Did I tell you my name?"
"No." Vifiya thought for a moment and added deliberately, "You said I would embarrass you."
Hearing this, the old man paused and said indifferently: "Okay, remember my name, my name is Zander."
Then he said perfunctorily: "You didn't embarrass me. You did a good job."
Now it was Vifiya's turn to be surprised, and she stared at him.
The old man realized something and looked puzzled: "Didn't I praise you before?"
"No, you'll just say I'm terrible."
The old man did not object; this was indeed his style.
The old man had not paid any attention to anyone except Vifiya. He lay down again, as if he knew what she wanted to ask, and said, "I will not answer your guess."
Vifiya lowered her eyes: "I guessed it."
Even if he knew something about her rebirth, he would not tell her. They both knew this.
"So, my foolish student, what are you doing here?"
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