Trafford’s Trading Club

Wrapped in a white cloth, it revealed * * * * arms, barefoot, eyebrows, not red dots, but a black, demonic mark.

On this windy, cold meadow, this young monk, who looks like he's only in his early thirties, is standing on the edge of the great pit.

Suddenly he knelt on the ground, his hands spread apart, his palms raised, and placed them on the ground, as if they were praying.

Bajo rushed in, but did not disturb the monk's movements at this time. It wasn't until this white monk stood up after a set of moves: “Master Varava. ”

Turning around, Varava has a deep orbit. Valava is unusually handsome… In the eyes of Bajo, this young monk under thirty has a neutral beauty characteristic of the West.

Only very few people know that this Master Varava is seventy years old.

Very few people, naturally excluding Bajo.

At this point, Master Varava picked up the ground with cloth blocks wrapped around it and slowly spread it out, revealing pieces of metal in front of Bajo.

Bajo: “Master Varava, what is this? ”

“It's a magic trick that my brother and I carry with us.” Varava said softly, “I found it in the dirt below. Eyebrows is dead. ”

Bajo's face curled, “The man who searched this morning found some bomb wreckage, isn't that why? ”

Master Varava shook his head: "No, the magic apparatus was broken. My brother, I'm afraid I've fought with someone here. To the extent that the magic apparatus is broken, I'm afraid it's some kind of formidable enemy. ”

Bajo was rather unaware, “With Master Varava present, no one in the mighty enemy will shoot. Ned, a bunch of people down here must be too light an enemy. Besides, when they left, they didn't encounter the best equipment. ”

Varava took a brief look at Bajo and did not continue to discuss the issue. Outsiders look inward and never see the doorway.

But he does agree with the second half of Bajo that the weapons of the world are really powerful, and with a powerful RPG down, the individuals in the world who can block them in the face, I'm afraid, are the Phoenix Horn.

Bajo suddenly moaned: "If it is indeed the enemy, I am even more worried that the treasures in the palace have been removed. ”

He looked at Master Varava and said, "The company has invested a lot of money in this project, and now it has lost an elite team. If nothing is gained, the executives will not be satisfied. ”

Varava suddenly said, "I can feel some pure power still in the ground. The East turns this stuff into a vein. This is a very divine force of the earth. I am afraid it is this power of the earth that triggered the collapse of the palace as a whole. It is outrageous that this power of the earth could have been used so delicately more than a thousand years ago. ”

Bajo frowned: “What does the master mean, we can't exploit the palace again? ”

"If there's anything else hidden down there, you can exploit it it, and it's likely that the power of the earth will explode again. If there are still treasures left, I'm not sure I can keep them intact in the event of this outbreak. After all, it's not wrong to be careful. ”

Bajo Half Letter looked at the whole pit half-heartedly... it's impossible for him to go back empty-handed like this!

“Well... thank you, Master.” Bajo nodded his head and flew quickly: “I have prepared the grassland milk tea, please go back and rest! ”

Watching Valava leave, the tough man next to Bajo walks up to him and says, “Sir, do we really listen to this guy and give up mining for a while? ”

Bajo glanced slightly: "Later, you take people around from the other side. Gently, don't let anyone see you. Especially Varava. ”

“Sir?”

“Varava is not from my side.” Bajo frowned: “But Ned, who lost it, is one of my men... some people, I'm afraid, wish I didn't get anything this time either... Go ahead and tell me the first time you find something. Send someone else to keep an eye on Varava and let me know as soon as he leaves the tent. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

……

……

The Dojo of Sheep Tae is hidden in the mountains. Curious Lochu looked at the surrounding environment and thought about it implicitly, wondering if the satellite cloud map could clearly capture the surrounding environment.

It's just that he looked at the phone, and there was no signal at all, so just do it.

It took about half a day to get there, and only at noon did Lochu, at the behest of Sheep Tai Zi, see some buildings hidden beneath a cliff in the clouds.

In the middle of the surrounding cliff mountain, it appears to have been built with a natural inner cave as a base.

There are no hiking trails, but there are several chains that fish from above. It's interesting to go to the chains and Rocciu reaches out and shakes these rusty irons that have already eroded by the wind and rain.

He asked Tae-zi the sheep: “Tae-chan, there are several households down the hill, and you will occasionally see the old site of some grass houses along the way. Haven't they been discovered all these years? ”

"If no one had noticed, I wouldn't have been able to climb the mountain in the first place. It's just that in the past, people under the mountain feared ghosts and had little contact with the outside world, isolated from the world. In modern times, who else would want to live in this precarious mountain? Young people in a position to do so want to be able to run to a thriving place. The households left behind by the mountain are all old people who have lived here all their lives, but they are just reluctant to leave, and in a few years, I'm afraid, they won't be there. ”

Suddenly, Sheep Tae sighed: "Humanity is the Spirit of all things. That is not wrong. We waited for decades, and in ancient times, it was strange, it was exotic, but in modern times, what could modern science not do? For example, weapons, old ways, even if I can hide, I can't keep going. Though I have force that is not available to the average person, it is much easier for the average person to acquire force today than it has been for decades. ”

“No, no, no.” Taeko the Sheep sighed, “It's long gone! Decades of longevity, and it is unclear whether it will eventually be possible. Instead, he knows his destiny and knows where his life can go. If I have a hundred lives, and one day is less, you can't even count them, but you know that number is always decreasing, and that fear is torture. Better than ordinary people, only care about how tomorrow is going, food and shelter, hard work without fear. ”

Looking at Tae Zi's senses at this time, Lochu couldn't help but think of the culture of traditional craftsmanship that gradually disappeared.

It's probably called falling.