"No, I'm just telling you in advance." Tragus said.

Patch's shoulders slumped again: "Tch, I thought you were going to die...why did you suddenly talk about this?"

Tragus sighed:

"Only when I got to the Yatan Plateau did I realize why Nimgefu in the Lake District is called a powerless border tributary. There are too many strong men in Yatan, and there are so many masters. I no longer have the confidence to rely on this armor to protect me.

Maybe one day I will die on the road."

Dajiao raised his head and said to Patch:

"If you really die, I hope my armor can help you."

Through the heavy barriers of the thick golden goat helmet, you can still see those eyes that are faded but still clear.

Patch was stunned for a moment and glanced over:

"Then thank you very much. Don't worry, if you die, I will buy something on your body, and of course I won't let go of this armor."

"That's good." Tragus laughed, "If I die one day, it won't be a bad idea to think that I can still help others after my death."

Patch disagreed: "Heavy armor is not a panacea. If you can't save your friends, you still can't save them."

Patch seemed to remember something and sighed:

"That's all, I shouldn't take you to challenge those powerful enemies. Don't think about doing things beyond your abilities. When it comes to monsters, there is no difference between goats and rats."

"There is nothing we can do about it," Tragus said. "A warrior's fate is usually to die on the battlefield. When you see others being killed, it's hard not to help."

Patch said: "It's better to leave the monsters to the monsters. Let's specialize in the art and do something more meaningful."

"What could be more meaningful?" Tragus asked.

"Like picking flowers." Patch smiled, hugged his bald head and left leisurely. He walked into the forest beside the road and found a goldenrod.

"Pick flowers?" Tragus didn't understand.

Patch pinched the goldenrod and looked at Tragus, his smile melting into a twisted and bitter expression.

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When Wuming returned to Berum Avenue, he passed by a quiet grove, with a slight breeze blowing, and saw Patch sitting on a wooden stake, holding a goldenrod in his hand, and kept squeezing it.

He was licking the fruits of goldenrod, spitting out the skin while cracking them, and muttering something in his mouth.

"It's so elegant." Wuming said, "What are you talking about?"

Patch raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Wuming with his slightly triangular eyes: "Doing divination."

"Divination?" Wuming leaned over curiously.

"Have you never heard of flower divination?" Patch said.

Just Pachi muttered something while cracking melon seeds and said:

"She can like me, but she doesn't like me; she can like me, but she doesn't like me..."

"How can you use golden grass to do divination with this kind of flower?" Wuming said, "You are not tired either."

"I'm eating, how can I be tired?" Patch said, "Divination is called divination only if you can't tell it. How many petals a normal flower has has cannot be seen at a glance, so what else is it called divination?"

Wuming observed the golden grass in Patch's hand and found that he had almost eaten it completely.

"How long have you been counting here?"

"I don't know, but it has been dark a few times," Patch said.

"How many days?" Wuming was surprised, "No matter how many grass seeds there are, it won't be enough to count how many days, right?"

Patch looked sad: "If the results are not good, I will look for another one - none of them will bear good results."

"How about Dujuan?" Wuming asked, "Have you received a letter from their boss and are you getting along well?"

"Very friendly - all dead." Patch said, cracking melon seeds.

"That's good - what?" Wuming's eyes widened.

He quickly walked through the woods and ran a few steps toward the road.

I took out my binoculars and took a look at the cuckoo camp.

Sure enough, there were no more cuckoos in the camp, almost all of them were businessmen and immortals. The protective barriers were no longer opened, and stalls were set up as naturally as in the Ailei Church.

"What happened?" Wuming muttered.

"Haida is here," Patch said. "She did it."

"Haida? Shouldn't she be staying at the Ailei Church?" Wuming frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"She probably came to Dianhuo Village." Patch said, "She said she had to come anyway. When she came, she seemed to have had a conflict with Dujuan. I don't know what she did. Dujuan was infected collectively.

If you get the Dianhuo disease, you will go crazy and blind, and you will be wiped out."

Patch described it very calmly, and Wuming was frightened when he heard it:

"This unfortunate kid came here to cause trouble for me, and I still expected Dujuan to give me a job."

Patch smiled: "It's a beautiful thought - do you feel like your dreams are shattered now?"

Wuming had a headache and rubbed his helmet: "You didn't stop her either."

Patch moved his butt, revealing the tree stump he was sitting on, and fluttered the golden grass in his hand:

"There are benches and melon seeds, why should I stop her? I'm watching a show."

"Hiss..." Wuming grinned, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and walked towards Dujuan's camp.

"This unlucky child seems to have become itchy after not educating her for too long."

The person who made Five Fingers last year made the entrance to Michaela's DLC this year, and he also thought that the location would be in Torina's hideout. Apart from the fact that that place is not a must-pass for the main storyline, it is indeed quite suitable.
Chapter completed!