Chapter 1906: Wise man

Seeing the girl's serious appearance, I wanted to laugh, but I was worried that the laugh would affect the first impression, so I resisted the laugh and nodded pretentiously.
The wise man’s room is not as luxurious as I imagined. Under the not-so-bright lighting, the white walls also appear softer. The furnishings in the house are very simple, one table, one bed, one chair, one Bookshelves, and the unknown clay figurines all over the place.
These are probably the precious objects mentioned by the little girl.
Cautiously bypassing the clay figurines, I walked to the chair and saluted the old man sitting on the bed, saying, "Hello, wise man."
This is a kind old grandmother who can't tell how old, but I can tell from her drooping ears on either side of her cheek that she and Florence are of the same race, and both are dogs.
The wise man squinted, looked at me for a while, and twitched his nose slightly, probably sniffing the smell on my clothes.
After observing for a while, she raised her hand, pointed to the only chair, and said, "Sit down, a distinguished young man."
My pupils shrank suddenly, and he hesitated for a moment. As I slowly took my seat, I tentatively said: "My wise man, are you talking to me?"
"In this room, besides our grandson and you, are there anyone else?"
I was silent, staring quietly at the wise man who seemed very difficult.
"You don't need to be so vigilant," the wise man said calmly: "You will not suffer any harm, because there is no adventurer stronger than you in this town."
"How did you know?" I touched the hilt of the demon sword vigilantly, ready to fight back at any time.
"I am a dog tribe, and the dog tribe's nose can smell many things that ordinary people can't detect, including magic."
"Even if your nose can smell the smell of magic, but the respect and inferiority of your identity, but there is no smell!"
"The status of respect and inferiority is naturally tasteless," the wise man said: "The quality of wine can still be distinguished. The wine in your bag is probably the best in the entire Japanese style continent."
"It turns out that it was'selled' by wine" I laughed at myself, and at the same time I was a little wary.
"It seems that you are also very researched on wine." Untie one of the bags of wine, pull out the cork, and pour it into the cup closest to the wise man.
The dark purple wine syrup is like a mooring mountain spring, filling the turbid glass cups, and the slightly trembling wine syrup reflects alluring light in the not bright light.
The smell of wine, even more so, filled the whole room as soon as the syrup flowed out of the bag.
The little girl who has been playing with the clay figurines has stopped at this moment, raised her head, and greedily sniffs the sweet smell of wine, her expression is like an addict who smells cigarettes.
The wise man stretched out his hand without hesitation, picked up the wine glass, put it carefully in front of his nose and sniffed it, sniffing for a long time before he was satisfied and said: "Yes, this is the smell. I've been here."
While speaking, she moved the wine glass to her lips and took a sip.
After a few seconds of silence, her wrinkled face suddenly bloomed like a flower, and her slightly gloomy face began to brighten up.
"It's still so refreshing, still so full-bodied, it's simply bloody," the wise man looked happy.
"I want to drink too." The little girl didn't know when she came to the wise man, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and said: "Monica wants to drink too."
The wise man did not rebuke the little girl, but carefully handed the cup to the little girl's hand: "Drink it, but taste it well, remember the taste with your heart, and not a single drop can be spoiled."
"Ok!"
The little girl answered, took the cup, took a sip of excitement, smashed it, and said, "It's a strange taste, a bit astringent, and a bit sweet."
"You are still young and don't know how to taste it" the wise man said: "But you must remember this taste."
The little girl nodded blankly, looked at the wine glass in her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while, took her calf, walked quickly to me, lifted the wine glass high, and said: "Can you please Will you fill it up again?"
"Don't be rude, Monica" the wise man said solemnly: "He is a guest. We should entertain him instead of asking him for anything."
"Yes, I got it wrong."
Although Monica said so, her hands still held up the glass, and looked at me longingly.
I smiled, pulled out the stopper, tilted the mouth of the bag, and filled the glass again.
Looking down at the overflowing wine glass, the little girl moved carefully and handed the glass to the wise man again.
The wise man glanced at the little girl, sighed a little helplessly, took the cup, sipped the part that was about to overflow into his mouth, and cherished it, then put the cup on the table and apologized: "Just now. Nika offended you, please forgive me."
"It's okay." I waved my hand, plugged the stopper, put the water bag on the table, and said: "Since the wise man likes it, this bag will be given to you."
The wise man nodded slightly and said: "No merit is not rewarded, let's go, young man, what do you want to know from me?"
"I want to know everything about the Gobi that is dozens of kilometers away from here."
"It turns out to be there" the wise man thought thoughtfully, "Can you please tell me first, how much do you know about that piece of Gobi?"
I told the wise men most of what I knew about the Gobi, and only concealed the tomb of Philade Alexander.
The wise man said: "You already know a lot about that piece of Gobi, why do you want to come to me?"
"Because I want to know more."
The wise man looked at me meaningfully and slowly said, "Young man, in this house, apart from you and me, there is only little Monica, a child under nine years old, and you don’t need to worry about the wall having ears, Hyjal City The folk customs are simple and honest. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is no way to pick up the road, and the house is not closed at night. The only people who really have a greedy heart are the foreign invaders and the arrogant and lustful nobles. But at present, the invaders have not come again for a long time, and the big nobles, I don’t like this poor town at all."
She paused and continued: "So, you can say the purpose of this trip without any scruples, without being disturbed by anyone."
I raised my head and stared at the wise man. Although her eyes didn't look bright, they were pure. They shouldn't be lying to me.
In this case--
"I'm looking for an ancient tomb in the Gobi. At the entrance of the ancient tomb, there are two huge statues. One of them is a spider, and the other one is a spider. I don't know what species it is. I only know that it has a pair of sharp horns."
After the description, I looked to the wise man and said sincerely: "I hope to find them with the help of your wisdom."
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