Roger walked west along the banks of the Serra River.

The number of underground warthogs has decreased instead of increasing.

The river water in some river basins has flooded up, forming brand new tributaries or ponds.

The scene was really shocking.

Roger looked up the upper reaches of the Sera River and could not imagine what happened.

The side of the Sera River is very quiet, and it feels like there is no living thing within a radius of several miles.

The Qi-Watching Technique cannot obtain information, and Roger dares not make divination without authorization.

After a little stay, I could only walk back.

On the way back, he saw a tall man on the shore.

The man, like him, was carefully observing the dead pig on the river.

Roger walked over and said hello:

"Good morning."

"Good morning." The man had a bit stereotyped accent and a very formal tone, and he seemed not a native of the manor.

His clothes were not like ordinary adventurers, but they were very different from merchants and farmers.

More like a affairs officer in Shuguang Town.

"Isn't it shocking?"

The man turned his face and smiled.

He has a sculpturally distinct face, a straight nose, a full forehead bone, and a pair of beautiful dark green eyes hidden under the deep sleep sockets.

His lips were always tightly pursed, revealing a sense of firmness.

Even the sparse hair with a precarious hairline is combed in order, revealing some unspeakable stubbornness.

Just this glance.

Roger vaguely guessed the identity of the man.

"Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river and shook his head gently:

"This kind of thing is completely beyond my understanding."

"Reasonable." The man stared at Roger calmly, as if he was memorizing the lines of the stage play, with a stern look:

“I heard a story.”

"Under the ground of the Bone Burial Land, there is an open dark world; in the southwest corner of the dark world, there is a moss plain, and the plains are full of these underground warthogs."

"Every winter, a large number of underground warthogs gather in groups, and they run all the way toward the south."

"The warthog herd is coming with great momentum and unstoppable force. Even the master of the dark world: the cunning and powerful two-headed black dragon dared not face the fierce impact of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."

"During that time, all predators avoided the route of the warthog herd. They swept everything across the endless underground plains, all the way to the southernmost part of the dark world."

"The southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bondry. White fog often rises on the river, which is strange and unpredictable. The warthog herds will rush towards the Bondry River one after another - but you can tell that the underground warthogs do not know how to swim, so the warthogs that rushed down first will only drown."

"Given the physiological structure of the warthogs, they will quickly float up after drowning and become a small piece of duckweed that can be settled on the river surface; so later generations can continue to move forward on their companions' bodies until they become part of the duckweed."

"If this goes back and forth, one day, on a gentle river surface, the warthogs will use their corpses to build a floating bridge in the city. Their companions will have the opportunity to reach the south of the river bank. However, things are not that simple."

"There are also strange white mists on the Bondry River. The white mists will kill all intruders without exception."

"We still don't know how many lucky people have successfully stepped on their companions' corpses and arrived at the other side that they have to reach no matter how much they pay."

"We only know that the unsuccessful warthogs are all here."

Having said that.

The man fell into a long silence, as if he was thinking, and as if he was recalling.

Roger was attracted by this bizarre and slightly shocking story.

The two stood there stiffly.

It seems like two poor people who have been hit by human immobilization.

After a while.

Russive footsteps came not far away.

"Alan Dominic."

"You must be Master Roger."

The man came to his senses and generously extended his hand to Roger.

For Roger, this etiquette has been too long.

He subconsciously grabbed Alan's hand - it was a pair of very thick hands, and it was very warm, giving people a strong sense of security.

"Just call me Roger."

He said.

Alan said seriously: "For a martial artist who rescued the manor from the turtle disease, "Master" is a very decent name."

"And on my way back to the manor, I also heard the legend of "White Feather Flying Heroes."

Faced with Alan's praise, Roger suddenly felt a blushing.

Maybe he is so serious.

Roger told himself this.

"Just call me Roger."

He chose to be a reply reader.

Alan frowned and it took him a long time to stretch:

"Okay Roger. I'm willing to make an exception for you."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

Others in the manor called him Master Roger in that local accent, and he felt a sense of simplicity and in the serious accent of Brother Alan, he always had the illusion that the pyramid scheme master was hanged out and repeatedly mocked the corpse.

"Mr. Alan, why do the warthogs migrate to the south?"

Roger brought the topic back to the point:

"And if the Bondry River is the upper reaches of the Seyra River, then the so-called "monster theory" will be self-defeating, right?"

Alan straightened her waist and her tone became a little softer:

"At least, in my opinion, the claim that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."

"There are no traces of monsters in the observation log of the lord's mansion for thirteen years."

"As for the motives of the warthogs, I'm afraid only the warthogs themselves know."

"But we do have some immature speculations. The specific research results need further investigation. I hope that when I go back, Hayward can bring me the latest hydrological data."

Roger nodded tactfully and stopped asking questions.

During the first meeting, Alan has actually revealed a lot of information to him.

Let’s not talk about the truth or falsehood for now.

These are not something that ordinary adventurers can access.

Although he was very interested in the secrets of the Sera River, he also knew the degree of interpersonal communication.

The two chatted for a while, it was nothing more than the customs and customs of the manor, weather and food.

Alan is indeed a very smart person.

He is very kind and has good eloquence. He can gain favor from others in just a few words.

Unlike the usual tricks of scammers, Alan's words can always reach the key points of the topic and point directly to the root of the problem, making people feel awe-inspiring after hearing it.

For Roger, Alan's habit of thinking has many similarities, not like the natives of Misterra at all.

This made him a little curious about the other party's origin.

After a while.

Roger led Alan and Freya, who stopped and watched from a distance, walked around the farm.

Although Senro Farm is dilapidated, its natural scenery is still good.

Freya was considerate and brought her own food. The three of them simply had a picnic near the forest to the west.

Then he returned to Roger's house.

The two chatted all afternoon.

It was dusk that Alan had no choice but to say goodbye with Freya's repeated gaze.

...
To be continued...