The visitor is so sloppy that it is eye-catching.
The neck is as thick as a bull, and the chin is as thick as a whetstone.
A round wine belly stands proudly, creating a grotesque contrast to the unusually generous and strong chest and shoulders.
The thick and hard white hair was like a tenacious weed, stubbornly drilling out of his big ears and huge nostrils.
The most memorable thing is his face.
The forehead was unusually high and protruding, and the bridge of the nose was obviously broken more than once, and it collapsed crookedly in the center.
When he grinned and showed a strange smile, his teeth were dyed dark red with some kind of sour grass juice, as if he had sucked up blood.
The old man paced to Liu Qian's side and listened with interest to the hoarse and crazy cry of the woman in the red robe on the high platform.
After a while, his little eyes flashed with cunning, and then he slowly turned to Liu Qian, and a rough voice came out of his throat: "Oriental boy, I guess you are from Yidi." "
Liu Qian maintained basic etiquette and nodded slightly: "Yes, this gentleman." "
"Aha!" The old man let out a short syllable of unknown meaning, with some kind of insight, and shook his disheveled head meaningfully, "Then you really shouldn't stay in this ghostly place for long, believe me, I've been wandering in the East for many years, and that place is much more comfortable than here." "
He deliberately emphasized the word "comfortable", and the ending dragged on, as if hiding countless unfinished words.
Liu Qian was puzzled, but did not ask why, but turned his gaze again to the red-robed priestess waving her arms on the high platform: "Do you know what she meant by this? "
The old man's face instantly darkened, like the sea before a storm.
"If I were you," he lowered his voice, with an almost warning sternness, "I would have shut my mouth as if I hadn't heard." As long as you set off from the Jade Sea and sail to the Sea of Summer, you will definitely see these people in the port city.
When I was living in Asia, I often saw these acolyte priests stargazing at the top of the tower, and sometimes they would sing in unison on starry nights, singing some strange prayers, which made me unable to sleep. "
He spat with a strong disgust, "Stay away from them, boy, especially you are still a courtesy person." "
"What's wrong with the people of Yidi?" Liu Qian's brows furrowed tightly.
The old man looked very surprised, his small eyes suddenly widened, and he looked Liu Qian up and down: "What? You don't know?" The first pastor of this order was the 'Bloodstone Emperor' who brought the long night and was covered in blood, and he founded this cult to spread disaster everywhere. When I was in Yidu, in the streets and alleys, even a three-year-old doll could hum a few words of this story! "
His tone was full of disbelief.
Liu Qian's heart jumped, and he made up without changing his face: "I have traveled in the West with the caravan since I was a child, and I have no chance to return to Yidi." "
He frowned secretly in his heart, his original body was just a country blacksmith apprentice, with an anvil stove all day long, his parents died early, and no one taught him this.
As for the plot of the original work in his previous life, he could not have covered everything.
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Qian carefully, the silk clothes on the young man's body were smooth and crisp.
Looking at this oriental face, Malvin was in a trance and was reminded of some memories of the Far East years.
He asked in a rough voice: "So, Yidi boy, do you plan to go back to your unfamiliar hometown, or continue to stay in this flower world?" "
Family? Liu Qian was stabbed in his heart, and all he remembered was the ruins of the village submerged by Dothrak's roar.
He looked vigilantly at the sharp-tongued old man in front of him, who did not answer him, and inadvertently swept over a necklace of different metal links hanging from his greasy neck, reflecting the light of knowledge in the sunlight.
Liu Qian's eyes froze, and his heart instantly understood, and he instantly switched to a fluent lingua franca:
"Sir, forgive me for being presumptuous. The necklace around your neck is uniquely styled and seems to be a bachelor's necklace awarded by Westeros Academy? Are you from the Seven Nations? "
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a loud and unpleasant laugh, with the smell of alcohol and sour grass: "Hahaha! Good eyesight. I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Malvin, a doctor in the school city. "
Malwyn!
Liu Qian's heart was shaken violently, but his face tried his best to maintain calm.
This name is full of weight in the fragmented memory of the original work.
This person is by no means an ordinary scholar.
Malvin is an important figure in the original work, and unlike most of the academy scholars, he does not reject magic, but is obsessed with the study of magic and the occult.
Liu Qian deeply remembered the details about him in the original book.
Cobain mentioned to Jaime that only Malwyn had some thoughts about the existence of ghosts among the Doctor of the Academy, and Malvin called the other Bachelors "sheep in gray". After an eight-year sojourn in the Far East, Malwyn returned to the old town, where he was nicknamed "Sorcerer Malwyn" by Dr. Verin "Sour Vinegar", and Malwyn suspected that the school had played a disgraceful role in the extinction of the Targaryen dragons.
These are enough to prove that there is some kind of disagreement, or even a rift, between Malwyn and the school city.
Liu Qian couldn't help but think that it would be great if he could have an experienced bachelor as a consultant for his development in the Shijie Islands.
However, the school city will only send scholars to the legitimate lords of the Seven Kingdoms as advisors, and will certainly not sponsor a bachelor to a foreigner who is a threat to the Seven Kingdoms.
The only bachelor that Liu Qian could get was Dr. Malwyn, who was in line with the school city.
Moreover, a PhD is more powerful than a bachelor's degree.
If a bachelor's knowledge in a certain field can be called a "master", then he will be awarded the title of doctor.
Malvin would not know that the moment he said his name, Liu Qian had already circled it as a goal that he had to strive for.
Liu Qian's face bloomed with a sincere and slightly respectful smile: "Dear Dr. Malvin, my name is Liu Qian, I am honored to meet you today, if it is possible in the future, can you allow me to visit the old town school in the future?" "
Malvin nodded, his respectful attitude towards the oriental teenager was quite useful: "The gates of the school city are open to seekers of knowledge. So, you don't plan to return to Yidi? "
"Yes, Doctor. I plan to visit Westeros first. Liu Qian replied calmly.
Malwyn grinned at his dark red teeth and smiled, "In Westeros, a living Yidi? Ha! That's rarer than seeing a live dragon! "
"Have you ever seen a dragon, Doctor?" Liu Qian asked.
"Dragon?" Malwyn shook his head, a hint of pure thirst for knowledge flashing in his eyes, "No, I didn't, but I've seen their bones, and if the corpses could talk, then they would definitely agree with what I just said." Your presence in Westeros is definitely big news. "
His tone has a unique black humor.
Liu Qian was amused: "Doctor, your sense of humor must be very popular in the school city." "
"Popular?" Malwyn was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waving his thick and short arms indignantly, and the spitting star almost sprayed on Liu Qian's face, "The sheep wrapped in gray robes wish I died in the Far East to feed fish, if I really go back alive, what awaits me will be a room full of sour mean words, and a bunch of unpleasant nicknames." Those guys rely on this to comfort their failed bad hearts! "
His grievances almost condensed into substance.
Liu Qian smiled secretly in his heart, but his face showed sympathy: "It seems that you don't get along well with your colleagues? "
"It's terrible!" Malwyn corrected categorically, his slate-like jaw tense.
The corners of Liu Qian's mouth curled up with a mysterious arc: "Doctor, you may not believe it, my intuition has always been very accurate." I can probably guess what nickname they will give you. "
"Oh?" Malwyn's curiosity was completely aroused, he leaned forward slightly, his cloudy eyes stared at Liu Qian tightly, and he even held his breath, "Speak up!" What is it? "
Liu Qian lowered his voice, with a narrow smile, and clearly spat out the destined title:
"Magician Malwyn..."