Todd suddenly realized where he had seen this young man before.
More than three years ago, in order to treat two craftsmen who had suffered from "lead poisoning," Todd, who had acted as a charlatan, went to Chiki Village and performed an "exorcism ritual."
The young village chief, whom I only met once, was named Ackerman.
A rare smile appeared on Todd's face, much to the surprise of Casper and Ackerman.
How did you two get here?
To this question, Kasper simply said two words: "War."
Ackerman, on the other hand, launched into a long, uninterrupted tale. He began by recounting the war in the Silver Ring Kingdom, then the displacement of parish commoners, followed by a description of the "Great Escape from Watchtower Valley," and finally the barbarian army's drive of prisoners into the North.
Ackerman talked for a full half hour without taking a breath or pausing.
During this time, the big guy Casper subtly tugged at Ackerman's sleeve, signaling him to cut to the chase, but the latter was completely oblivious and insisted on finishing his sentence while gesturing wildly.
The strange thing is that Todd listened to the young man talk for so long without getting annoyed at all.
When Ackerman recounted his experiences, it was neither a straightforward narration nor a dry, tedious lecture.
He can grasp every key point of an event, tell every climax of a story, and capture the hearts of every listener with his melodious tone and frequent jokes.
Todd shook his head and smiled wryly, thinking to himself, "If this person were in my past life, he would have been a master storyteller or at least a comedian. His mouth is just too eloquent." In contrast, Casper was much more silent, and would never say a word more than necessary.
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