Chapter 4 The Shepherd | A Shepherd’s Early Return and a Foreign Woman’s Strange Presence Raise Questions in Cordu Village

“Then let’s go.” Lumian rose to his feet.

He had always been a man of action, and he knew very well that he couldn’t drag on investigating the village legend. If he dragged on for too long, it would be easy for his sister to find out, and his sister Orlour would definitely not allow him to continue.

This was because in Orlore’s eyes, pursuing supernatural power was a very dangerous act.

How could I not know that there was danger? O’Laurel would not lie to me about this, but even if there was a sea of mountain fires formed by knives in front of me, I still had to go on. I couldn’t let O’Laurel face the sea alone. As he stood up, a thought flashed through Lumian’s mind.

Every time he mentioned that the world was becoming more and more dangerous, the seriousness and worry on Orl’s face could not fool anyone!

Raymond Clegg was even more confused.”

“What are you doing here?”

“How long ago did the legend of the wizard take place?” Lumian looked at Raymond.

Why couldn’t this guy understand human language? It seems necessary to find the opportunity to test his IQ.

Raymond’s face was full of doubt as he looked at Lumian and said,”

“What are you doing here?”

Uh, should I just find a reason to fool this guy, or should I just say it? Lumian was lost in thought.

Lumian quickly came up with an idea, considering that he would not be able to completely hide his investigation from his friends, and that the reason to pursue the truth of the legend was like lying. Even if it were spread, no villagers would believe it.

He instantly revealed his usual smile when he lied.

Raymond took two quick steps back.”Speak well!”

Lumian adjusted his dark jacket and linen shirt and smiled.”

“I think it’s a good idea.”

“Where is it worth thinking about?” Raymond thought for a while.

“There was a wizard in the village.” Lumian said seriously,” Think about it. When I’m making up a story to deceive people, I definitely won’t tell you the time, place, and background that everyone can immediately confirm. The legend clearly mentioned that there was a wizard in the village, our Cordu Village. If this is a lie, wouldn’t it be easy for everyone to expose it?”

It was a long time ago. Raymond retorted.

“I’m referring to the people when this story was first spread a long time ago. They should have easily confirmed whether a wizard died in the village at that time.” Lumian smiled and said,” Since this story has been passed down, it means that it probably happened.”

This reason can’t convince Raymond:

“But when you make up stories, you often use ‘more than a hundred years ago,”hundreds of years ago,’ and ‘a long time ago’ to make it impossible for people to confirm it.”

“So I’m going to have to go.” “I don’t know why I’m here,” he said.

Raymond accepts this explanation, but feels that something is wrong.

When the two of them left the square and walked into the depths of the village, Raymond finally came to his senses.

“But why do you want to confirm that such a legend is true or false?”

“A wizard, that’s a wizard! If we can confirm which house he once lived in and where he was buried, perhaps we can discover his secret and gain magical powers beyond ordinary people.” Lumian was telling what seemed like a lie.

As expected, Raymond revealed a “Don’t lie to me” expression.

“Most of those stories are made up to scare children, how can they be true?”

“Moreover, those who seek the power of wizards will be thrown into the court of judgment!”

The Intis Republic was located in the northern continent of this world. The orthodox gods were the Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery. The churches of the two divided the faith of almost all the people, and they did not allow the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the Lord of Storms of the Loen Kingdom, the Church of the Earth Mother of the Feynapotter Kingdom, the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom of the Central and Southern countries such as Lenburg, and the Church of the God of War of the Feysac Empire, which were both located in the northern continent, to come in and preach.

And the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun’s Inquisition had always been feared by the people. Countless heretics and heretics had been locked up and were subjected to cruel treatment.

Lumian laughed.

“What are you doing here?” You also said, for the most part, those legends are made up, find the wizard may be almost no legacy.

” Besides, even if we really find the wizard’s legacy, we don’t have to inherit the forbidden power. We can hand it over to the church in exchange for their rewards. Well, as a wizard, there must be a lot of treasures in the funerary goods.”

The church Lumian referred to was the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, because there was no Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in the village of Cordu, which was often concentrated in large cities and places with factories.

Seeing Raymond’s excitement, Lumian secretly clicked his tongue and added,”

Do you really want to be a shepherd?”

The shepherd he was talking about was not the kind of pastoral shepherd that the citizens of the big cities knew. He was not a member of the family who would drive a few sheep to graze every morning and take care of them.

Cole du village in reston province of liege region, the shepherd is a profession, a destined to hard work and lonely career.

They accept the employment of sheep owners, with dozens or even hundreds of sheep back and forth between the mountains and plains.

It was called a transfer-when autumn came and the alpine pastures of the mountains around Cordu withered, the shepherds would drive their sheep out of the pass to the warmer plains far away, often across the border into Feynapotter, Lenburg, etc., and in early May they would drive the sheep back to the villages, shear and wean the lambs, and in June they would go up the mountain, into the alpine pastures, live in shacks, and make cheese and graze the sheep. until the weather turns cold.

In this way, the shepherds turned around year after year, all their lives in the journey, only a small amount of time to return to the village, so they are mostly single, it is difficult to get married, unable to start a family, and so a few widows have to go to shepherd in order to make a living in this group is very popular.

Raymond was silent.

After a long while, he hesitated and said,”

“Listen to you, this thing sounds fun and can be used to pass the free time.”

Under normal circumstances, after the family decided which child needed to be a shepherd, they would send him to a shepherd’s home to help him between the ages of 15 and 18, learning how to shepherd sheep. Three years later, the child officially became a shepherd and sought employment everywhere.

Seventeen years old Raymond has been looking for different reasons to delay this matter for more than two years, if after life like this does not change, then he must go to learn next year to shepherd.

“Let’s go.” Lumian patted Raymond on the shoulder.”Is your father in the field or at home?”

“I don’t have much work recently. Lent is coming soon. He’s either at home or in the pub.” Raymond’s voice was full of envy again.”You don’t know that? You are not a farmer, you have a good sister!”

Lumian walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, ignoring Raymond’s exclamation.

When they were nearing the dilapidated tavern in the village, a person walked over from the side of the road.

The man was wearing a dark brown long coat with a hood, a rope tied around his waist, and a pair of brand new, soft-looking black leather shoes.

“Pierre, Pierre of the Berrys?” Raymond was surprised.

Lumian stopped, too, and looked to the side of the road.

“It’s just me.” Pierre Berry smiled and waved.

He was thin, his eyes slightly sunken, his black hair was greasy and curled, and his face was full of beard. He had not shaved for a long time.

“How did you get here?” Raymond asked, puzzled.

Pierre Berry is a shepherd, now is the beginning of April, he should be in the plains pasture grazing outside the pass, how can appear in the village?

Even if he had gone to Lenburg or the northern border of Feynapotter, he had only just begun his journey. It would take him about a month to return to the Dalege Mountains.

Pierre has a pair of gentle grinned blue eyes, he is happy to say:

“Isn’t this Lent coming soon? I haven’t attended for several years, how also can’t miss this year!

“Don’t worry, I have companions to help me look after the sheep. This is the best thing about being a shepherd. There is no supervisor. As long as I can find someone to help me, I can go wherever I want. It’s very free.”

Lent was a festival that existed widely in Intis. People welcomed the arrival of spring in various forms and prayed for a bumper harvest for the year.

This had nothing to do with the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun or the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, but it had already formed a folk custom and there was no case of worshipping pagan gods, so it was acquiesced by the orthodox church.

“Do you want to see who is chosen as the Spring Elf this year?” Lumian laughed.

In the village of Cordoo, as part of the Lent celebrations, a beautiful young girl is chosen to play the Spring Fairy.

Pierre followed laughed.

” I hope it’s your sister Orrell, but she definitely won’t agree. Besides, she’s not the right age.”

Very good. He then pointed to the pub not far away.” I’ll go to the church to pray. I’ll treat you to a drink later.”

Raymond subconsciously replied,”

“No, you don’t have much money.”

“Ha ha, the gods taught us,’Even if there is only one copper coin, we should share it with our poor brothers.'” Pierre spoke of a proverb among the shepherds of the Dallege region.

At this moment, Lumian smiled at Raymond.”

“Pierre is rich, and he will surely buy us drinks!”

He is pointing to Pierre. Berry said those brand new shoes.

Pierre Berry is very happy,

“The employer was good this time. They gave me several sheep, and then some wool, cheese and leather.”

The shepherds were paid for food, a small amount of money, and a share of livestock, cheese, wool, and leather, depending on the contract they had signed with their employer.

And for the shepherd who needs to travel long distances, a pair of good and suitable shoes is the most urgent and practical desire.

Look at Pierre. As Berry walked to the village square, Lumian’s gaze gradually turned solemn and filled with doubt.

He silently to himself:

“You spent a week or two or even nearly a month rushing back just to attend Lent?”

After thinking for a moment, Lumian looked away and walked to the tavern with Raymond.

The tavern did not have a name, and it did not need a name. There was only one tavern in the village of Cordu, and the villagers liked to call it the Old Tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Lumian looked around out of habit.

Suddenly, his eyes paused somewhere.

He saw the foreigner who left early last night.

It was obvious that they were not in the same group as Ryan, Leah, and Valenti.

This is a woman, wearing an orange dress, brown hair covered with micro volume, light blue eyes staring at the hand that cup of reddish alcoholic drinks.

Her beauty and languid is lazy, and low dark old tavern as if not in the same scene scene.

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