Don't mess with the yordle

Chapter 188 The Rock
"Sure, what? You look like you need that?"

Reed gave an affirmative answer. He looked at the Scarash rider, and the Scarash rider nodded. He looked very young.

"Herrera, your Scarash is your father's darling. Do you want to exchange it for that water of life?"

Next to the young Scarash rider, a slightly older Scarash rider gave a vague reminder.

"If you really plan to change it, you might as well change it for a gem. At least you can go to a doctor to treat your father."

Another Scarash rider who was holding a gem and looking at it was more direct. He told the young man directly what "water of life" was. Once he heard it, he knew that it was a trick, or that gems were more reliable. Score a little.

"It's useless. The doctors said it can't be cured."

The young Scarash rider looked gloomy, obviously very frustrated. He hoped that this "water of life" was real, so that he could cure his father. He could only place his hope on this kind of thing.

Reed probably understood that this young man's father might be suffering from some terminal illness, and his Scarash was his father's treasure, so he didn't dare to sell it casually.

But in order to treat his father's disease, if there is such a thing as "water of life", he is willing to use Scarash in exchange, even if he will be scolded by his father for it.

His family is not wealthy. A Scarash and the job of a scout obtained from it are basically the only source of income. Selling Scarash means unemployment, which means that their family will lose their income. source.

However, Herrera believes that if his father can regain his health, then with his and his father's skills and skills, life will definitely get better again.

They can tame Scarash again, or simply tame Scarash for others. As long as they have skills, they will definitely be able to make a comeback. He believes that he also believes in his father, but the premise of all this is that his father recovers health.

"The opportunity is in front of you. If you seize it, everything will change. If you let it go, you may regret it for the rest of your life."

Reed took out a bottle of "holy water". The small bottle exuded a soft light, which immediately attracted the attention of the Scarash riders. Obviously, they had never seen this thing before.

"It's quite well prepared."

The Scarash rider holding the gem muttered, thinking it was some kind of deception or trick. The Scarash rider firmly believed that the "water of life" was fake, and only gems were the way to go.

He has already seen that the quality of this gem is very good and can be sold for a good price. Although it is not very rare, the value of this gem has definitely exceeded that of many Scarash.

"Destiny is like a thread. I will choose my own destiny as a rock. Sir, I want to exchange Scarash for a drop of water of life. Can one drop really cure my father?"

This time, the young Herrera did not hesitate. He strengthened his belief and wanted to let his father stand up.

"uh-huh?"

The young man's words made Reed a little concerned. The phrase "fate is like a thread, treat it as a rock" seemed familiar. Isn't this the line of Taliyah "The Rock Bird"?

"Do you know Taliyah?" Reed asked, but as soon as he said this, he realized that Taliyah might not have been born at this time, and even if she was born, it would be a baby at most.

"Taliyah? I don't know her."

As expected, Herrera shook his head with confusion on his face. He didn't know who Taliyah was, and he didn't know why the strange gentleman in front of him mentioned Taliyah.

"Oh, okay, then do you know the Weaver Mother? Or are you actually from the tribe of wandering weavers? Destiny is like weaving, treat it as a rock. This sentence seems to be those wandering weavers who often operate in southern Shurima. The motto of the Craftsman tribe.”

Reed made it clear and asked his question. He felt that this child should be from the Weaver tribe.

"Mother Weaver" is a non-mainstream belief among the Shurima tribes. It is mainly spread among those tribes who are good at weaving, and it mainly exists among the wandering tribes in the south. The Shurima people in the north basically have no this belief.

"You actually know Weaver Mother?! Have you met our tribe?!"

Herrera reacted greatly to Reid's words. He seemed very excited because this was the first time he heard news related to the tribe. He was indeed a member of the Wandering Weaver tribe, and he and his father were looking to return. road because his father hoped that he could return to his hometown.

Herrera understood that his father not only wanted to return to his hometown, but also worried about him, fearing that he would not be able to live alone outside, and that tribal life was more suitable for him to grow up.

"I have heard some news, but I didn't expect to meet people from the wandering Weaver tribe here. I remember that people from your tribe seldom leave the tribe, don't they?"

The wandering weaver tribe mainly operates in the rocky Shurima hills, bordering the sinister shadow of Icathia. The men of their tribe are responsible for herding sheep and the women are responsible for weaving. They are a very united tribe with a long tradition. "Mother" is the object of their faith.

Taliyah's rock magic is also part of their tribe's cultural inheritance, but as of this generation, no one has passed down the rock magic for hundreds of years.

"My father is from the Wandering Weaver tribe, but my mother is not. My father left the tribe because of my mother."

From Herrera's words, you can probably hear the hint of a love story, but Reid is not interested.

"It seems you don't have to look for it anymore. With this drop of water of life, your father will no longer think about returning to his hometown."

Reid joked, which made the young Herrera's eyes light up, and he trusted Reid a little more.

On the other hand, the Scarash rider holding the gem was still mumbling. He felt that Reed's deception was indeed superb. These days, he was too embarrassed to go out without any knowledge reserves. He couldn't help but start to look at the gem in his hand again, for fear of this. The gem is also a fake.

"One gem, exchange for three Scarash. As for the water of life, I will give it to Herrera for free. Don't look at me like that. The value of this gem is far beyond this price. If you are not willing to exchange it, then Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Reed offered a price, which made the Scarash rider who had been looking at the gems anxious. He couldn't afford three Scarash by himself, and if three people paid together, the profit from the gems would undoubtedly be It would have to be divided equally among three people, which was not the result he wanted.

(End of this chapter)