Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 683: Two People with Strange Understanding
Snow is falling from the sky and fires are burning in the houses. For many residents in the city, this winter may be the most peaceful and happiest winter they have ever lived. They don't have to worry about food or have trouble sleeping due to the cold. The brick houses are so warm and comfortable that they can sit in the room and look through the glass at the snowy world outside.

The third floor of the pub is different from the two bustling and noisy floors below. It is a little quieter and has fewer people. Occasionally, a cold wind blows in through the gaps in the windows.

However, some people have different preferences and are willing to stay in this relatively quiet place.

"Here is the tea and bread you ordered." The waiter in the tavern came up the stairs with a tray and placed a pot of boiling tea and toasted bread on the table.

"Okay, thank you." The man sitting by the window took out the passing star seal coin and placed it on the table.

After counting and confirming, the waiter put it away and then told the man that he could sit here until the evening. If he wanted to order anything else, he could ring the bell at the stairs.

"I see."

After that, the waiter left and the place became quiet again. Apart from him, there were only four people here. Two of them were sitting in the corner reading and studying, taking notes from time to time, and the other one was an old man of gray feather type. He leisurely drank tea and looked at the scenery outside the window.

He lifted the teapot and poured the brewed black tea into the cup with a gurgling sound. The man picked it up and took a sip, looking particularly pleased.

Unlike the common black and blonde hair, he had brown-red hair that looked a bit messy due to the mixed colors. He was wearing a thick brown cloth coat, looking like a long-distance traveler. In fact, he had only been in this city for a short time.

While he was enjoying his hot tea with bread, the old man who had been sitting by the window looking at the scenery came over and sat down opposite him.

"The young man doesn't look like a local." The old man with gray feathers had neatly combed gray hair and was wearing an old-fashioned suit. He looked like a very particular person.

"Yes, I just arrived here not long ago." The man answered casually and continued to eat the bread, occasionally drinking hot tea to avoid choking. He had no intention of pouring tea for the other party.

The old man with the gray feather didn't care about this. He picked up the teapot on his table.

"Would you like some Qilaimei black tea? This is one of my old collections." From the name, we can tell that the old man must have been a rich man in Shilin Mountain Fort.

"No thanks."

Seeing that the man was not getting the point, the old man with gray feathers blew his beard a little. He didn't pretend to be decent anymore and spoke simply and straightforwardly.

"Young man, where are you from? I have seen many races over the years, but I have never seen anyone with brown-red hair like you."

"Is hair color important?" The man didn't care at all.

"Of course I care. In a sense, hair color represents your genes, your identity, your past, and your future mission." The gray-feathered old man spoke an unknown philosophy.

"That's really troubling. With my messy hair color, I probably won't be able to become a big shot." The man finished his bread and took a sip from the teacup.

Seeing that he still didn't say anything, the old man with gray feathers changed his tone, "It seems that you are also a cautious person. It's no wonder that you are a little cautious when you go out."

"How about this, I can tell you something you want to know, in exchange, you answer my curious questions."

Finally, after hearing these words, the man began to look the gray-feathered old man in front of him in the eye.

"Are all of you Gray Feathers this eager for knowledge? Fine, I agree to your proposal. I have nothing to do now anyway."

"You just asked me where I came from. I came from the north, very far north, probably a land that never melts."

"So that means it's the Arctic Circle." The old man with gray feathers said the geographical term.

"Okay, now it's your turn to ask." The old man let the other party speak.

"I want to know, was this city really built by a little girl? It's incredible to see."

"Of course this is true. Everyone knows about Her Highness Heshia's achievements. When she was studying in Stone Forest Castle, she showed amazing wisdom and profound knowledge. With such a wise person leading the way, there is nothing that cannot be accomplished." The Gray Feather people generally admire people with wisdom and noble virtues.

"What you said is different from what I heard in the lower floor of the tavern last night. Those wolfbloods who were drinking said that Heshia was a powerful woman who defeated their former queen, so now all the races on the grassland have expressed their submission."

"Those wolf cubs only know how to fight and kill. They've never accomplished anything." The old man of the Gray Feather species expressed his disdain. Thinking back to the past, although the population of the Stone Forest Fort was far less than that of the Wolf Blood King Camp, it had developed better than the other.

"From your looks, you must have been to many places. If you have a little more experience, you will know that strength alone is not enough to establish a large organization and power." The old man of the gray feather species poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it. "Let alone managing a city, it is not easy to manage a settlement of a hundred people."

"Yes, I have been to many places and I know that these are not easy, so when I heard the rumors about Lady Heshia, I was incredulous."

"So, you came all the way here?" the old man asked curiously.

"I probably walked thousands of miles."

"Tsk tsk, does the news spread so fast?" The old man of the gray feather tribe shook his head.

"Ordinary information would definitely not spread so quickly, but I have a friend who is a former student of my teacher. She told me about the changes that have taken place on the grassland through a letter." The man did not hide anything and told me the reason why he came here.

"I inherited the knowledge passed down by my teacher, as well as many books. In the history and stories of various ethnic groups that he knew, there was no such person. I was also very curious, so I came here."

"No, no, no. Curiosity alone is not enough to explain why you have come so far to get here." The gray-feathered old man shook his finger.

“If you go far, you will seek far.”

"You must have a more ambitious goal to come here. Such a long journey cannot be explained or convinced by curiosity alone."

“Since you just said that you inherited your teacher’s knowledge, did he tell you why your hair is brown?” The gray-feathered old man was still obsessed with this question.

"Looking at your expression, I think you don't know what this means yet. So I'll tell you straight away."

"The new races are basically artificially created. When humans design genes, whether for the pursuit of beauty or simplicity, they will not make hair with such mottled colors. Therefore, the hair color of the new races is relatively pure, either typical black hair or blonde hair, or slightly more outstanding silver hair, gray hair, purple hair, and sea blue hair is extremely rare."

"The gene expression of brown-red hair color is often only found in native humans. It is an imperfect product of natural evolution. If you don't know your origins and don't have any special abilities, then you are most likely a native human, that is, an old human who has not undergone genetic design and has a mixed expression of hair color." The gray-feathered old man lowered his voice and told some truth.

"But as far as I know, the last native human organization disappeared hundreds of years ago. Now only the various rescue societies that inherited the spirit remain. Their own genes can no longer be called native humans." The gray-feathered old man continued to add.

"You said you were from the far north, and I suddenly thought of something."

"That coldest place is also the best planetary refrigerator, freezing many things left over from the past." The old man of the gray feather species stated his guess passionately.

After listening, the man held the empty teacup for a long time before finally asking cautiously.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Bernhard Clemens, or you can call me 'Graycloak Maester'." The old man changed his previous exaggerated demeanor and became restrained and serious.

"In that case, let me tell you my origins."

"The 34th generation sage, Lindsay." The man put down the teacup.

"Do you think I will believe it?" The old man with gray feathers said how could it be possible.

"Do you think I will believe it?" the man asked in return. How come this erratic old man didn't look like the legendary 'scholar in gray cape'?

After saying that, the two smiled at each other, stretched out their hands and held them together. Fortunately, no outsiders saw this scene, otherwise who knows what kind of strange rumors would arise in the city.

"I want to see Heshia." The man explained his purpose.

"That's what I want to do, too." A strange tacit understanding arose between the two again.

They came seeking answers to many questions, and Heshia would probably get answers to other questions from them as well.

Who created this isolated environment, how many times has civilization revived in the past thousands of years, and where did they go in the end?

(End of this chapter)