Chapter 107 Wadsworth 1

Zhao Mai hurriedly unloaded his baggage and checked the condition of his companions. Everyone, including the food reserves, was sleeping soundly and snoring lightly, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong. But Zhao Mai pushed them, and no one woke up. Even though he was cruel and pricked Butcher, the strong man just waved his hand to drive away mosquitoes, turned over and continued to sleep.

No one treated him, but his wound stopped bleeding on its own, and he was fine by the looks of it.

"Hey, there's still someone who's not asleep." Mangrove suddenly spoke, and then an old man with the color of tree bark came out. His arms were like branches, his body was like a tree trunk, and his hair was like matted thatch. A few small flowers bloomed on top of his head. Even though it was winter, these flowers seemed to be welcoming spring. As for the old man's face, it was covered with furrows and wrinkles like bark, mushrooms grew on his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were covered with moss. Only his eyes were watery and reflected bright light.

"What have you done to my friends? Please wake them up as soon as possible!"

"It turns out you are a little druid. The natural force in you is really good. No wonder you woke up without sleeping." The old man squatted down, sat on the overgrown tree roots, and rolled over with his buttocks. He would breathe heavily when he moved for a while, looking old and weak. "Come on, let me take a good look at you."

Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly. The Megalodon was already under control, and his finger was lightly pressed on the trigger. He carefully explored the changes in the natural force around him, fearing that there would be any abnormal movement; at the same time, he pricked up his ears and opened his eyes wide. Every druid has his own animal companion, and he could never tell when he would pounce on him.

"Don't be nervous. I'm Wordsworth, so I don't lie. Your friends will have a good sleep. It will take about three days, and the body will recover after waking up. In the best condition, any hidden injuries you suffer in the swamp will heal, so you don’t have to worry. You are also a druid, so you should know that the force of nature does no harm to the body, right?"

"The force of nature also includes lightning, plague, and storms. How can there be no harm?"

"That requires a transformation process." The old man breathed heavily and simply sat down and stopped moving. "Okay, let's talk. You guys came all the way here. What's the matter?"

"I want to continue my druid studies and be promoted from an apprentice to a formal druid. And that paladin has something else to ask you for, probably related to the Lamashtu monster in the north, but I don't know exactly what it is. "

The old man looked at the paladin and easily recognized Hazel. He shook his head and said to Zhao Mai: "What do the knights of Iomedae want from me? Do they want me to be their veterinarian or gardener? Forget it, I'm not interested anyway, so just let them sleep. You really interest me, why don't you go north to The Departed instead of going south to find me, a bad old man?"

Druid can always fully control the environment in which he lives, so it is not surprising to know that Zhao Mai came from the south. There was no need for Zhao Mai to deceive him about learning, so he said: "I was originally from the Departed Walker community, but now the traffic there is blocked by the evil monsters of Lamashtu, and I can't go back. Later I heard There is an archdruid here, who came here with the hope of learning."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there is such a stupid apprentice, using the word "study". The old druid said with a look of disdain: "No matter what race you were in your last life, you must have been a mage. Study, study, promotion, what are you thinking about? Are they all thinking like this? Well, fortunately you are still young and can correct yourself. I will teach you well. Now you go to work first and take these people to bed."

"Am I alone?" Zhao Mai said in surprise.

"Nonsense, not only are you moving everyone by yourself, but you are also moving me." Wadsworth thumped his lower back hard: "As you get older, your legs and feet become useless."

"Don't druids have an immortal body? Age will not have a negative impact on your body."

"You're an apprentice who knows nothing, just concentrate on your work!"

Zhao Mai moved for a full two hours, of which more than forty minutes were spent on Butcher. The weight of this strong man is amazing. If he hadn't been doing weight-bearing marching exercises, Zhao Mai would never have thought of moving him at all.

There are several huts in the mangroves, all of which are very simple thatched houses that cannot withstand strong winds or hail. However, there may not be such extreme weather in the mangroves. The oldest thatched house may be more than a few decades old, but it is still fully usable. The inside of the house is very tidy, or it is better to describe it as bare-walled. There were only two rooms filled with things, namely dried fish and thatched baskets.

There was no bed, no table, or any furniture. Zhao Mai asked the old man where he lived, and he pointed to this piece of nature. "The entire mangrove is my home, and the swamp outside is my yard. With such a vast world, why should I limit myself to a bed?"

"It's a very poetic scene." Zhao Mai carried the old man on his back and walked towards the thatched house. "The sky serves as a quilt, the earth serves as a bed, the trees serve as pillows and the moon serves as lamps. Listen to the chirping of insects and watch the shadows of flowers. The wind and water are so intoxicating that you won't wake up."

"I thought you were praising me at first, but I didn't expect you were showing off your choice of words and sentences. You really shouldn't. You shouldn't." Wadsworth shook his head and gently repeated Zhao Mai's previous words. "But you're right, I've always been like this."

"I find it very strange why you don't have any fluctuations in the natural force, and how you survived in the swamp surrounded by goblins. Your body is indeed weak, but this is undeniable. But there are so many natural forces around you. Force, why can’t I let you recover?”

"Because it's just a body." Two voices sounded at the same time, one after the other, startling Zhao Mai. Next to the thatched hut in front of him, another Wadsworth exactly like the one on his back stood, the only difference being that he was holding a woodland staff in his hand. The material and color of the staff were indistinguishable from the color of his own skin, and they blended in perfectly with the mangrove forest.

"That one of yours is the real body? What is this, a puppet? A golem? An illusion?" Zhao Mai gently put down Wadsworth on his back. He thanked Zhao Mai with a smile, then adjusted his sitting posture and gently Lean lightly against the tree trunk.

"We are all Wadsworth." The two said in unison, their voices the same. "We are just different in succession, and we are just in different physical states. Just like this mangrove forest, who can know which one grew from the roots and which one grew from the branches?"

"Well, there must be something different, right?" Even though he was "well-informed", Zhao Mai was a little confused about what was going on.