Zhao Mai hurriedly unloaded his bags and checked his companions' condition. Everyone, including the reserved grain, slept very well, and seemed to be nothing wrong. However, Zhao Mai pushed them, none of them woke up. Even he made up his mind and stabbed Butch. The strong man just waved his hand, made a move to drive away mosquitoes, turned over and continued to sleep.

No one was treated, but his wound stopped bleeding and it seemed that it was fine.

"Hey, there is still someone who is not asleep." The mangroves suddenly spoke, and then an old man with bark color walked out. His arms were like branches, his body was like trunks, and his hair was like a messy thatch. A few small flowers bloomed above his head. Even now in winter, these flowers seemed to be welcoming spring. As for the old man's face, they were covered with bark-like gullies, mushrooms were growing on his eyebrows, and moss was covered with the corners of his mouth. Only his eyes were watery, reflecting bright light.

"What did you do to my friends, please wake them up as soon as possible!"

"It turns out to be a little druid. The natural force on you is really good. No wonder you woke up before sleeping." The old man squatted down, sat on the roots of a tree, and rubbed his butt over. After moving for a while, he gasped 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 giant toothed beast was already in control and gently pulled his fingers to the trigger. He carefully investigated the changes in the surrounding natural force, for fear of any abnormal movement. He also pricked up his ears and opened his eyes wide. All druids had their own animal companions, and they might not be sure to pounce on them at any time.

"Don't be nervous. I'm Wordsworth, so I won't lie. Your friends will have a good sleep, and it will take about three days to get back to their best condition after waking up, and the hidden injuries suffered in the swamp will be healed. You don't have to worry. You are also a druid. You should always know that the natural force does not harm the body, right?"

"The natural force also includes lightning, plagues and storms, how can there be no harm?"

"That requires a transformation process." The old man gasped and simply sat down and stopped moving. "Okay, let's talk. You have come here thousands of miles away. Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to continue my druid study and be promoted from an apprentice to a formal druid. And that Paladin has something else to do with you, probably related to the Ramashtu monster in the north, but I don't know exactly what it is."

The old man looked at the Paladin and easily recognized Hairoul. He shook his head and said to Zhao Mai: "What did the Iomede's knights ask me for me? Do you want me to be their veterinarian or gardener? Forget it, I'm not interested anyway, just let them fall asleep. You are very interested in me, why don't you go north to the Wujian Walker, but go south to look for me, this old man?"

Druids can always fully grasp the environment they live in, so it is not surprising to know that Zhao Mai came south. When it comes to learning this, Zhao Mai didn't need to deceive him, so he said: "I was originally from the Infinite Walker community, but now the traffic is blocked by the evil monsters in Ramashtu, and I can't go back. Later, I heard that there was a big druid here, who came here with the hope of studying."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, there is such a stupid apprentice. Use the word "study". The old druid looked contemptuous: "No matter what race you were in your previous life, you must have been a mage anyway. Why are you full of this kind of thoughts in your mind when you study, study, or promotion? Oh, fortunately you are still young and can correct it. I will teach you well. Now you work first and bring these people to the bed."

"I'm alone?" Zhao Mai said in surprise.

"Nonsense, not only you move everyone alone, but also move me." Wadsworth pounded his back hard: "As old, his legs are useless."

"Don't the druid have an ageless body? Age will not have a negative impact on your body."

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

For two hours, Zhao Mai moved for two hours, and more than forty minutes were spent on Butcher. This strong man was astonishing. If he hadn't been doing the weight-bearing marching exercises, Zhao Mai wouldn't have moved him at all.

There are several small houses in the mangroves, all of which are very simple thatched houses that cannot withstand strong winds or hail. However, there is probably no such extreme weather here in the mangroves. The oldest thatched houses may have more than decades of history, but they are still intact. The houses are very neat, or they are better described as barely walled by the house. There are only two houses filled with things, namely dried fish and thatched baskets.

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

"A very poetic scene." Zhao Mai carried the old man behind his back, walked towards the thatched hut with one foot deep and one foot shallow. "The sky is the quilt, the ground is the bed, the tree is the pillow, the moon is the lamp, listen to the insects, watch the shadow of flowers, the wind is full of water and water is intoxicating."

"I thought you were praising me at first, but I didn't expect to show off my words and sentences. It's really not right." Wadsworth shook his head and gently repeated Zhao Mai's previous words. "But you are right, I always look like this."

"I think it's strange, why don't you have any fluctuations in your body of natural force, and how did you survive in the swamp surrounded by goblins? Your body is indeed weak, but this cannot be faked. But why can't the natural force be restored to you with such sufficient natural force?"

"Because that's just a shell." Two voices sounded one by one, one behind and one behind at the same time, which scared Zhao Mai. Next to the thatched hut in front of him, another Wadsworth, who was exactly the same as the one on his back. The only difference was that he was holding a woodland staff in his hand. The material and color of the staff were no different from the color of his own skin, and it was even more harmonious with this mangrove forest.

"Your one is the original body? What is this? Puppet? Golem? Illusion?" Zhao Mai gently put down Wadsworth on his back. He expressed his gratitude to Zhao Mai with a smile, then adjusted his sitting position and leaned gently on the trunk.

"We are all Wadsworth." The two of them spoke in unison, with no difference in their voices. "We are just different in sequence, but our physical condition is different. Just like this mangrove, who can know which tree grows from the roots and which tree is transformed from branches?"

"Uh, there are always differences, right?" Even if he is "very knowledgeable", Zhao Mai is still a little confused about what is going on.
Chapter completed!