Chapter 150 Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

Pava stepped down from the deck of the galley and pulled up his hood.

The sun in the south is warm, the sand under your feet is soft and clean, and the sea breeze has a light salty smell.

Pava looked around at the others.

The explorers were traveling in groups, carrying bows and shields, with different accents and skin colors. Most of them wore soft leather armor, with swords and knives tied around their waists, and they could not wait to head towards the forest as soon as they got off the boat.

The sailors sat in groups of two or three on the rocks on the shore to rest and eat pickled grapes.

In the shadow of the galley, a sunburnt scholar set up a wooden easel, covered it with a roll of sheepskin, and sketched a map of the new world with charcoal.

There was also a pharmacist carrying a medicine box and picking various herbs on the outskirts of the forest.

In addition, there are three dwarves who are talking.

Pava had dealt with the dwarves before. They lived in a fortress outside the ghost town of Sanilo. Every one of them was a good blacksmith, but they couldn't hold their liquor very well, and they loved to drink.

When the three dwarfs boarded the ship, they had an argument with the captain, which left a deep impression on Pava.

The captain thought that each of the dwarves was wearing bronze armor, which was equivalent to the weight of two or three men, so each of them must pay double the fare.

After the dispute, the dwarves helped the captain repair a batch of iron tools and improved the captain's half-body armor. The captain not only waived the ship's fare, but also gave them a can of beer.

Pava saw this and felt envious.

If you have a solid skill, you will never go hungry wherever you go.

Now, Pava attracted the attention of the dwarves.

One of the dwarves came over and gestured to him, pointing forward: "You?"

"I, I, I."

The dwarf pointed at himself first, then at his two companions beside him.

"there."

The dwarf pointed toward the forest ahead.

Pava understood what the other party meant.

So he pointed at the three dwarves and himself, and then turned to the forest: "Together?"

The leading dwarf laughed loudly: "Yes, that's right!"

They want to be in their own company.

Pava didn't understand why. Was it because he was wearing black? This was a sign that he had studied at a seminary. However, he was not qualified to wear the "holy flower" on his chest because he had failed the final theology exam for five consecutive years.

He read the Gospel and the History of the Tribe over and over again, until the pages were worn to the point of being hairy, but in the end he still could not give the answers that the scholars wanted.

On the contrary, Pava read with great interest the "History of Changes in Yancheng" written by the prophet Duolun Nunu, and he could recite it by heart.

Pava remembered every scene in it: the cruelty of the Hundred Years' War outside the castle, the majesty of the gods conquering the Blood Knights, the grandeur of the establishment of Salt City, the pride of the city lighthouse, the excitement of the two cities shining against each other... and even the cruelty and pain of the final slave era.

After failing the sixth year seminary examination, Pava was expelled from the seminary.

He will not be able to wear the "holy flower" because that is the symbol of a formal scholar. He is still an apprentice and can only wear the black clothes of an apprentice who has studied in the seminary.

Pava is determined to follow the example of Prophet Doronunu and write down the stories that belong to everyone so that more people can see and hear them.

…

He was in the old Ale Theater in Yaocheng, listening to people talking about the ghost that lingered in the theater. People said it was the genius inventor Mu Ke who had died in the theater.

Mu Ke lost to the prophet Hamila of the previous generation here, and his ghost has refused to leave.

It is said that if the tribal war flag is played in the theater, Mu Ke's laughter can sometimes be heard.

Pava learned to play music on the horn and conch shell in the theater.

…

In the mountains between Yaocheng and Yancheng, Pava visited the Ascetic Order and heard the tortuous experience of the great elder Yan Jiu. In the ascetic monks who abstained from desire, Pava saw the tempering of will by the flame of faith.

They received guidance and blessings from the gods during their hard training, and a very small number of them even entered a realm beyond the mundane, possessing incredible abilities.

…

After arriving in Yancheng, Pava heard people talking about the story of the two mayors. In the past, Shangli and Yulian racked their brains to sell various houses to raise funds to build roads and walls.

Because the situation was so tight, the mayor of Yulian even thought about temporarily renting the iconic lighthouse to businessmen and redeeming it when Yancheng had money.

At that time, Prophet Duolunnunu was still the chief, and he bought three mayor's mansions successively. It was not because the chief was stupid, but because he thought Shangli and Yulian were interesting, so he bought two houses to make friends with them.

…

In the ghost town of Sanilo in the south, Pava saw the most diligently working sandworms, and also saw the fishmen lying lazily on the ground, being dried by the sun.

Although he could not see the ghostly inhabitants of the city, Pava still recorded many stories there. He picked cotton and repaired dams with the fish people, and dug and mined with the sandworms. When the dwarves pushed carts into the city to sell various iron and copper tools, Pava counted their accounts and collected seashells.

…

Pava had experience with dwarves in Sanilo and quickly became familiar with the three dwarves.

The three dwarves are named Tall and Strong, Mighty and Fiery Cloud.

They can pronounce their own names accurately and understand simple Yao language.

The three formed an adventure group called "The Blast Furnace Strange Man". After failing to find the Land of the Falling Sun at sea, they headed to the New World in the South to look for treasure.

The reason why they invited Pava to join them was because the dwarves discovered that Pava was also alone on the ship.

This young Yao man likes to write and can play beautiful melodies with a conch shell - this is very important, just like the dwarves' blacksmithing, it represents skilled techniques.

The dwarf adventure group asked for Pava.

If they die here, please ask Pava to record their adventures and tell the other dwarves in the Dwarf Fortress, so that the name of the "Blast Furnace Wizard" will be passed down in the fortress.

Pava agreed.

As soon as this makeshift team entered the forest, they encountered a powerful enemy.

A group of timber wolves were walking in the forest, patrolling their territory.

Each of these extraordinary beasts exudes a terrifying aura, and there are more than fifty of them in total.

Pava was so frightened that his whole body froze and his calves cramped.

The dwarves pulled him behind them.

They formed a defensive formation, protected Pava, and slowly retreated in the confrontation with the wolves.

The Timberwolves did not attack, but only glanced at them and continued to move forward, as if they had some important mission.

The dwarves were confused for a moment and looked at Pava.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Pava felt nervous.

This situation...he has never encountered it before.

Pava gritted his teeth and gestured: "There must be something in the forest that attracts these extraordinary creatures. It could be a treasure, or it could be..."

"treasure!"

The three dwarves were very sensitive to this word and they became excited.

“Go, go, go!”

The trio of dwarves wielded axes and hammers.

Pava really wanted to say, why not come again next time?

But seeing the dwarves' expectant eyes and trusting expressions, Pava really couldn't say it.

All he could say was: "We'll go check again after they leave."

…

Two days later, Pava and the dwarves escaped from the forest in a panic.

The wolves behind them bared their teeth at them, their green eyes flashing with ferocity. Being stared at by these pairs of eyes made Pava's scalp tingle.

He knew very well that this was the wolf pack's final warning.

When the wolves saw that they had calmed down, they turned around and returned to the forest.

The three dwarfs and Pava built a fire on the beach. Pava relied on his island life experience to catch fish in the sea and find clean water in the puddles, which was enough to fill his stomach for a while.

On the same day, they saw many adventurers running out of the forest, some of them fled directly back to the galley, and some of them cursed but did not dare to go into the forest again.

Seeing this scene, Pava and others felt a little better.

At midnight a man walked towards their fire.

This man looked tired, with many scars on his face and hands. He was wearing worn copper armor and carrying a hammer, which was very similar to the style of the dwarves.

"Can we make a fire?"

Pure Yancheng accent.

Pava looked at the three dwarves, and the dwarves did not object.

So the outsider sat down cross-legged.

Pava felt that the person in front of him looked a little familiar.

Long-lost memories were suddenly triggered.

Pava was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly: "Are you Mr. Tonghai, the slave liberator? You saved me, you may not even remember it, but I will always remember your help..."

Tong Hai was stunned, and the smile on his face looked a little lonely.

"This forest has been occupied by wolves, giant lizards and tree people. There should be no slave traders in it. They bully the weak and fear the strong, and they are not that brave." Pava handed Tonghai a grilled fish.

The two sides chatted with each other for a while, and Pava accidentally started talking nonstop.

Speaking of Tonghai's experience, he knew more about it than the man himself, including the boarding battle at sea, the three attacks on the port, the burning of the lighthouse, and the defeat of the slave phalanx...

"It's all in the past."

Tonghai slowly ate the grilled fish and changed the subject: "I found an interesting monster on this continent. Do you want to go and see it together?"

"That guy calls himself 'Lady of the Lake.'"

"But she couldn't hide it from me. She is actually a tree demon. I don't know why, but she likes to hang out at the seaside."

Seeing the three dwarves eager to try, Pava asked cautiously, "Is that tree demon dangerous?"

“It’s hard to say.”

"If someone is willing to be her husband and tell her stories every day, she will be willing to give him many treasures. I think..."

Tonghai looked at Pava.

The three dwarves also looked at Pava.

"Look at what I'm doing..." Pava frowned.

Telling stories every day? There is a limit to the stories that humans can tell!

How is that possible?

(End of this chapter)