Winters never expected that the "Red Brothers" mentioned by Kaman was such a vicissitudes of old man.

The old man's hair and beard were no longer found in his hair and beard, and his skin also loosened, as if it was hanging on his bones.

Because he was too old, the inevitable loss of bone made his body a little hunched, but his eyes hidden among the wrinkles were still shiny.

The begging monk was wearing a coarse gray robe and looked at the Langzhen Town Office and two public officials calmly, as if he was the master of this place.

In front of this old man, Girard and Sergei were only considered young men. Kaman called him "Red Brothers", but in fact, he was more than enough to be his great-grandfather.

"Old sir, how old are you this year?" Winters asked politely. Considering that the elderly generally have hearing impairments, he deliberately raised the volume by seven points: "Seventy? Eighty?"

"Please rest assured, you are not as old as I am yet to be old." Monk Reed laughed and said, "To be honest, I am already ninety-five this year!"

Father Kaman also explained: "The Reed brothers were consecrated only after they were sixty years old. He vowed to become a beggar monk, and although he was ninety-five years old, he was still traveling to preach."

"Ninety-five? Have I seen the living saint?" Gillard, who was fifty-four, was shocked and quickly moved his chair to the old monk: "Please sit down, old man, you look young..."

Monk Reed was not polite and sat down openly.

The ninety-five-year-old begging monk shocked Winters, but he noticed another abnormality: the old man had an awkward accent when he spoke, which sounded like he was imitating the pronunciation of a common language in another language.

"Friend Reed? You are not a Sena, are you?" Winters frowned.

The old monk smiled and replied, "No, no."

"Are you a Selica? Oriental from the East?"

"Your Excellency is very profound." The old monk said with a smile: "Some people can see that I am from Selica, and most people even recognize me as not a Sena, but think that I am from the Saracen from the East."

Sure enough! Winters thought.

For the Senes or Imperials on this continent, "Orientals" generally refer to the Saracen people in the Near East, and "Orientals" naturally also refers to the territory of the current Fleman Empire.

The East of the East, the rebate of the monsoon route, the land of spices, silk and porcelain, and the extreme east are called the Far East by geography.

However, most people in this era cannot understand the difference between the East and the Far East, and they do not need this knowledge. Apart from scholars, only merchants know that there is another powerful empire in the Far East.

For others, the Selica in the Far East and the Saracen in the Near East are no different.

But from the moment the beggar monk entered the door, Winters felt that the old man was from the Far Eastern country.

Although people have different appearances, people in different regions have subtle differences in facial features. Even if they can't explain where the differences are, they can still be identified through intuition.

But the monks who beg for the beggar are too old. The loose skin, layered wrinkles, and precipitated pigments cover up the appearance characteristics of foreigners.

Therefore, in the eyes of people with less keen insight, monk Reed is just an old man with a strange accent.

"It's nothing. I just met some Selica merchants from the Far East in Venetta." Winters did not accept the compliment, but instead felt that the old man became more suspicious: "I'm very curious, how did a Selica man receive the priesthood of the Catholic Church? Has the church spread to the Far East?"

"Oh, this is a long story. I'm afraid I can't finish it from the beginning. "The old begging monk stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "I converted on Rhode Island, received the priesthood and was consecrated. As for why a Selicar became a begging monk in the vassal church? I don't understand, it's probably the arrangement of the Lord."

Winters wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Gillard.

"You... are you from the easternmost part of the world?" Old Dusak's attitude became awe and respectful.

"In a sense," the begging monk gently stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Yes."

Gillard's expression became more and more respectful, and he was almost kissing the corner of the begging monk's clothes: "You... are you a living saint?"

"no."

Looking at the old Dusak's knee bent, Winters was so angry that he was not angry.

He coughed twice and asked the old charlatan lukewarmly: "I thought the Reed brothers Kaman mentioned were young people. You are ninety-five years old. Do you still want to be a scribe for me?"

"What?!" Gillard suddenly became anxious, and he jumped up and shouted, "How can he let Monk Reed be a scribe?"

"Mr. Mitchell, please be calm." The beggar monk waved to Gillard, and the old Dusak immediately calmed down like a tamed puppy.

Immediately afterwards, monk Reed said calmly: "I am here to apply for a scribe. I plan to spend the winter in Wolf Town this year, so I want to find a job that can support myself."

"How can you do the job of a scribe? Please come to my house. I am willing to support you, any time," Gillard said anxiously.

"Mr. Mitchell, I am a beggar monk." Reed smiled and shook his head: "I have vowed to be poor, and I will not be able to eat without working. I will not accept the offerings from others."

Gillard was even more moved when he heard this. He even knelt down on the ground and held up the corner of his beggar monk's clothes and placed it on his lips. His eyes were red, and he almost cried on the spot.

When Winters saw this scene, he felt a chill and rolled his eyes involuntarily. He thought to himself: "Okay, now this old charlatan even if Mr. Mitchell jumps off the cliff, he may jump without hesitation."

Looking at the old charlatan in front of him, Winters became even more annoyed. He asked in a thorny way: "Mr. Reed, the scribe's work is very heavy. I'm afraid you can't do it by an old man?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting contents below! "Don't worry, Mr. Montane. Although I am old, my brain is still clear and my hands can still be used." The monk's smile became more kind and kind: "It's no problem to copy the document and calculate the money and keep the accounts; internal and external medical skills, difficult and complicated diseases are all my experiences; Mass confession, baptism and blessings are my job; even if it is exorcism and dream interpretation, I will know a little about it..."

The old beggar monk kept talking, and his tongue twister-like penetration made Winters and Gillard beside him stunned.

The more monk Reed said, the more respectful and humble Girard's attitude became.

But the more Winters heard, the more he felt that the old charlatan in front of him was not like a clergyman at all, but rather like a liar in the world.

Winters looked suspiciously at Priest Kaman, while the young priest responded with an awkward smile.

Winters and Kaman were speechless, Gillard listened devoutly, the old beggar monk twisted his beard and smiled, and the town hall fell into silence for a moment.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the panicked grocer once again brought bad news: "Sir! The beacon is burning again!"

"Fenghuo?" Gillard was shocked and angry: "I was afraid that the group of wolves were crazy yesterday, right? How dare they come?"

"I'll go and see what's going on." Winters immediately took out the musket and ammunition, and ran to the backyard to lead the horse before he even had time to say goodbye.

Gillard Mitchell stayed in the town hall to receive monk Reed and Father Kaman.

Winters, who stepped on the red mane, did not realize that something was wrong until he ran out of the town center - the direction of the wolf smoke was rising was Dusa Village.

...

Old Sergey took Winters to the public ranch, and the little cowherd Angru was kneeling beside a horse corpse and cried sadly.

Seeing the cyan mane, Winters identified the horse's corpse on the grass.

It is Tellerqing, the majestic green horse, the leader, father and protector of the horse herd.

"It should be this morning when the ferocious beast broke in and killed Trechon and dragged it into the woods." Sergei lost his usual smile and said with a gloomy face: "Little hook woke up in the morning and found that there was a lack of horses, so he called us to look for them. When he found them, the horse's belly was hollowed out."

"Angru!" Winters dismounted and walked to the ponytailer: "Did you see what it is?"

The little horseman shook his head with tears in his eyes.

Seeing the little ponytail kneeling beside the horse corpse sobbing uncontrollably, Winters grabbed the collar and pulled him out of the ground: "Don't cry! If you are a man, don't cry! You are not blamed for this, but you must take the strength to cry to avenge you!"

Wiping the caterer's tears with his sleeves, Winters, who returned to the horse's back, asked Sergei: "Is there any other casualties?"

"The youngest son of the Rostov family and the daughter of the Yushka family are gone." Old Sergei's expression became even more gloomy: "The drunk Rostov did not notice that his son had sneaked out last night... The two children usually hang out together, and something might be wrong..."

At this time, dare to go to the woods to fight in the field?!

Winters was anxious and angry: "When did you run out? Did anyone see where they went?"

"No." Sergei shook his head in a silence.

"Where was the horse's corpse found?"

"In the forest in the south of the village."

"Call all Dusaks and follow me!"

There was no need for any mobilization, and the Dusaks were extremely angry and shocked, so all the men who could ride horses, regardless of age, pulled out war horses, and gathered in the village square with spears and hunting rifles.

In the eyes of Dusaks, he is the predator and the party who provides assistance and protection.

No one thought that Dusak village would be attacked - the Dusaks would not have such an idea at all, and Dusak village was not even prepared for the beacon.

It is also this blind and arrogant mood that made Dusa Village neglect the precautions, making young people dare to go to the forest for a tryst at this time.

It's too late to say anything now.

After sending riders to inform Gillard and summoning militias from four other villages, Winters led nearly a hundred Dusaks into the woodland, and a group of three people pulled the net to find the traces of the missing men, women and beasts.

In the deep and dark primeval forest, the riders searched carefully within their respective field of vision, lowered their heads and disappeared between the branches and leaves.

Everyone used wooden sticks and spears to hit the trunks, which shocked the wild beasts and also used this method to determine the distance between their companions.

Winters and the hunter Ralph and Sergey in a group.

Seeing Winters' gloomy face, Ralph cautiously persuaded: "Sir, please don't worry too much. Those two children probably won't have any trouble. They might just be crazy and forget to go home."

"Why?"

"Because wild beasts rarely kill for the sake of killing." The hunter explained carefully: "Even if a beast throws a rabbit in front of them after eating, they will not pay attention to it. It is only after a full meal that the horse corpse is abandoned. Unless it is irritated, it should not attack people on their own initiative."

Old Sergei's expression calmed down after hearing the hunter's words.

The old man smashed the stick in his hand on the trunk and said angrily: "First it's the wolf, then it's this thing. Why do these evil beasts run out of the forest as if they are crazy?"

Ralph thought for a while and replied slowly, "The biggest possibility is that he cannot eat enough. Unless he tasted human blood, no matter how vicious the beast is, he is afraid of humans. Moreover, the beasts have territory. If a more vicious guy takes the territory, the original beast will have to escape. I think... the group of wolves are probably driven out of the forest by the thing we are looking for."

Winters' mind moved and asked the hunter: "You mean the beast's territory will be pushed down one by one like a domino?"

"I don't mean that. If the wolf is driven into the territory of another bear by a bear, it will still not be able to defeat the bear." Ralph grabbed his hair and said distressedly: "I can't understand... Alas, there are too many secrets in this primeval forest, and I actually don't know anything."

"Hi! What's the point of thinking? It's just a wolf disaster? Where is the beast hurting people?" Sergei curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Can someone even wiped out all the rabbits and deer in the forest, making the wolf bears have nothing to eat before they ran out?"

The hunter was about to say something, and a shout came from a place invisible deep in the woodland: "Here! Here!"

The three of them immediately moved closer to the direction of the sound.
To be continued...