Chapter 985

The next morning, Weilin took Na out of the town and entered the Mibeiheda Swamp.

According to the map, as expected, the two lost their way.

Standing on the edge of the mangrove forest, Weilin looked at the map with some disbelief, and there was actually a mountain on it.

"Damn liar, you'd better pray that I don't meet you again."

Na shrank his head subconsciously when he heard the teacher's words.

This was the first time he saw the teacher angry in all these years. Even when he got into trouble, he didn't see the teacher so angry.

The last time he was deceived by a fake map was the last time. Even after so many years, he still remembered it clearly.

"Teacher, what should we do next?"

Weilin looked at the map in his hand, tore it up directly, threw it into the mud beside him, looked around, and said to Na: "You wait here first, I'll catch two mud crocodiles."

"Okay, teacher."

Entering the mud, Weilin came to a mud crocodile's nest alone.

Hearing the noise, the seven swamp crocodiles that were eating raised their heads and looked at the uninvited guest in front of them with a confused look.

"How dare you look at me with such eyes? You deserve a beating."

Weilin found an excuse and rushed into the nest and beat up the seven swamp crocodiles.

Because he needed a means of transportation, he did not kill them, so as not to arouse the beasts of these swamp crocodiles.

The anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and the seven swamp crocodiles were beaten and hid in the corner of the nest, not daring to look at the two-horned beast.

Weilin pointed at the two stronger swamp crocodiles and said coldly: "You, and you, come here."

The two swamp crocodiles heard the words of humans and slowly approached with their short legs.

"Follow me, take us out of this swamp, and I will let your family go."

The larger swamp crocodile buried its head in the swamp, which was obedience.

Seeing this, the other swamp crocodile also buried its head in the mud.

Weilin jumped onto the back of the larger swamp crocodile and directed it to leave the nest and walk in the direction from which it came.

The smaller swamp crocodile followed behind him, walking in the mud.

On the way, Weilin left a section of mangrove branches and slowly scraped off the mud on his feet.

Back to the temporary camp, Na had already set up an iron pot and cooked the broth.

Letting the two swamp crocodiles stay aside, Weilin came to the campfire, took the broth handed over by Na, and drank it.

Weilin looked at the flames, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He looked up at his apprentice and said, "Na, the master has something to tell you."

"Teacher, you say."

"If you have the opportunity to return to that town in the future, don't let that damn liar go."

"Yes, teacher."

Although he didn't know why the teacher said this, as an apprentice, he agreed first.

After getting the affirmative answer from his apprentice, Weilin's inner depression gradually dissipated and he stopped thinking about it.

The next morning, Weilin and Na drove the swamp crocodile into the mangrove forest to find a way out of the swamp.

After half a month of wandering, the two successfully left the Mibeiheda Swamp.

At the edge of the swamp, Na, under Weilin's instructions, untied the rope on the swamp crocodile and released it.

The two swamp crocodiles looked back every three steps, with deep reluctance in their eyes, and they didn't want to give up their long-term meal tickets.

Whenever the day and night alternated, the powerful two-legged beast would go out hunting and prepare food for them. As for their task, they only needed to carry the two two-legged beasts to walk in the swamp.

"Teacher, why don't we leave the two swamp crocodiles behind." Na looked at the swamp crocodiles who were reluctant to leave and suggested.

Weilin heard this and refused without hesitation: "No."

"Okay."

Na didn't ask why, believing that the teacher must have his own reasons for doing so.

Until the figures of the two swamp crocodiles disappeared in the mud, Weilin patted Na's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Seeing this, Na tightened his bag and quickly followed.

Arriving at a town, Na couldn't take his eyes off the various buildings and novel things around him. This was a scene he had never seen in the snowy countries.

Seeing this, Weilin also slowed down his pace appropriately to let Na accept these new scenes.

Through the daily greetings of the surrounding residents, Weilin got some information he wanted.

This place is called, a border town in the north of Baruk Province in the Ita Kingdom, and it is the territory of a Baron named Kota Goens.

As for the mainstream belief here, it is also an ice and snow deity named the Ice Wolf God.

"Teacher, where are we staying today?"

"Sleeping on the street." Weilin responded casually.

"Okay, teacher." Na answered without hesitation.

Hearing this, Weilin covered his face and said helplessly: "Is what I said right? You should have your own opinions in the future, do you hear me?"

"Okay, teacher, I know."

Looking at Na's serious look, Weilin thought that this kid didn't keep his words in mind, and he had to teach him slowly during the journey.

It was ultimately my fault that I was in this state. I should have made some mistakes on purpose to break the image of myself as a master in this kid's mind.

"What are you going to do after I leave?"

Na didn't even think about it and answered without hesitation: "I'll go wherever the teacher goes."

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

As night approached, they found a hotel and stayed there.

At night, the moonlight shone into the room through the window. Weilin sat at the wooden table and stared at his apprentice, asking him to plan a travel route for the Kingdom of Ita.

Looking at Na who was unable to make a decision, Weilin did not speak, just watched quietly.

Cultivating this kid's subjectivity in major events must start from now, and there is no delay.

Unconsciously, Weilin had forgotten that this was an illusion, and tried his best to teach this ordinary boy.

Weilin yawned, glanced at the sky, and asked: "It's been three hours, have you decided where to go?"

Na stared at the general map of the Kingdom of Ita on the parchment. Hearing the teacher's urging, he made up his mind and directly abandoned the dozens of plans in his mind and planned casually.

A few minutes later, Na put down the parchment and looked up at the teacher.

Looking at the route on the parchment, Weilin couldn't help but twitch his mouth, but he still encouraged: "Very good, just follow this route."

"Next, we will rest in this town for two days and set off on the third day."

"Yes, teacher."

"Okay, go and rest."

"Yes, teacher."

"By the way, I won't tell you what to prepare for this trip. If you don't know what to prepare, go and ask the locals, understand?"

"Yes, teacher."

"Change your name."

"Teacher, I know."

"Forget it, go and rest."

"Yeah."

After driving Na away, Weilin closed the door, then threw himself on the bed and began to sleep soundly.