Ning Xue is quite satisfied with this harvest.
Although it has been recorded in the notes, written knowledge is ultimately far less solid than seeing it with one's own eyes.
"You're lucky. Let's go to town and eat something good."
He weighed the money in his pocket and made a somewhat extravagant decision.
The town is still a bit noisy. Perhaps because of the severe cold, the people here are mostly bold and straightforward.
He walked into a tavern, sat down in a secluded corner, ordered two dishes, and waited quietly.
The tavern owner was not surprised that Ning Xue was wearing a mask.
During this time, the reputation of this masked doctor had already spread.
As for his appearance, the townspeople secretly speculated a lot.
Some people said he was ugly so he hid his face.
Some people also refute that maybe they don't want to show off their appearance because of their outstanding appearance.
In short, because of his reliable medical skills and low fees, more and more people come here to see him, and his reputation spreads.
This kind of thing is inevitable after all.
After a hearty meal, Ning Xue returned to the wooden house in the forest. The fire crackled to dispel the chill.
He took out the thick notebook again, turned to the last few pages with the help of Kakkō.
He had almost finished reading the first half of the note.
But how to say it?
Nearly half of the content in this notebook is nonsense.
I don't know which ancestor wrote this when he had nothing to do.
For example, it only took three tricks to make a female daimyo fall in love with me.
Also, the story that the minister and the princess had to tell.
All in all, they are all messy. Maybe they were read from drawing books?
However, those practical contents have already been engraved in his mind.
He quickly turned the pages until he reached the last page.
And this page is far more solemn than any previous part.
"The foundation of my clan lies in ice and snow.
We have worshiped it, felt it, and worshiped it for generations.
There are also friends who live in the place where our people have worshiped for generations.
Snow Wolf from Icefield.
On every day of sacrifice, we regard it as the incarnation of ice and snow, and send warriors from the tribe to challenge it."
Ning Xue's eyes narrowed slightly after reading this.
"Psychic beast?"
With doubts, he continued to look down.
"Located in the extremely cold place in the north, there is a place named Snow Valley...
That is the place where we have worshiped for generations and where we signed the contract.
Only those who are in awe of ice and snow, have the blood of our clan, and are recognized by it can sign a contract with them and fight side by side."
Below, there is also an extremely complicated map, but it can still be vaguely seen that it leads to the Snow Valley map.
"A Picasso painting?"
Ning Xue complained in his heart and continued to look down.
"Snow Wolf, usually has a very arrogant character, its speed is as fast as the wind, its sharp claws can easily tear through ice, and it can also highlight the cold air that can freeze people instantly."
"If you want to make a contract with them and fight together, you must exchange sincerity for sincerity and respect for respect. You must not force them. Remember, remember."
The note ends here.
Ning Xue gently closed the notebook and rubbed his fingertips on the rough cover.
My mother has never mentioned this, maybe even she herself has never really set foot in that sacrificial place, and has never seen those Snow Wolf.
Snow Valley... Psychic beast...
It seems there is still a lot to do.
Contracting with them will undoubtedly add new strength to yourself.
It also adds a layer of protection for my future revenge.
He walked to the window and opened it a crack, and suddenly the cold wind rushed in.
He looked towards the north, his eyes becoming more determined.
The previous training was to master power and survive, and all of this was to pave the way for revenge.
But now, he has a clearer direction.
Snow Wolf may become his most reliable combat force in the future.
At the same time, he still needs to find out where he can have a powerful seal.
Perhaps a beast that lives a long time will know more Shinobi World things that few people know.
Prepare enough supplies, further master the improved techniques you have mastered, and then set off for Snow Valley.
(This is the consequence of wearing too few clothes. You have a fever, brothers.)