Chapter 4977 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy Seven)

“Are you wondering again whether the alchemist himself is the man in blue armor?” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said, “I haven’t really thought about this. How can a Blue Armor Man become an alchemist? Who is willing to teach? Which sect will accept him? Forget it, let’s not talk about this. I think the alchemists within the Tiecang tribe may have their own ideas in other aspects, but they should be unified in their attitude towards the Blue Armor Man.”

The brown-handed man said, “That’s right. Otherwise, how can we survive? From what that person said just now, the spellcaster must be from a sect. He is not like the alchemist who acts alone. He has his own sect and can solve problems for others. Anyway, within the scope of the Tiecang tribe, if you really have other ideas, it is really difficult to live a normal life.”

The Gray Hand Man then said, “Why hasn’t he made any movement yet?”

The man with brown hands seemed to realize something suddenly and immediately looked at the person who had said before, “I don’t have the courage, so I didn’t ask to go. This is where you and I are different.” He found that the person was muttering to himself but didn’t make any sound.

“That’s not right.” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man looked at that person and then at the Brown Hand Man: “Isn’t he in a state where he can’t communicate normally with others?”

“But the situation is different from before when we were in a state where we couldn’t communicate normally with others.” said the brown-handed man.

“That’s right. This kind of mumbling has never happened before.” said the man with gray hands.

“But no sound was made.” Brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, “Yeah, why is it so weird?”

“Are you worried again?” said the man with brown hands.

“I’m always worried. Why does he always appear in a way I haven’t seen before?” said the Man with Gray Hands.

“I’ve never seen him like that either,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“He didn’t talk to me for such a long time, I thought he was still thinking and was only talking to you.” The gray-handed man said, “I should have checked on his condition just now.”

The brown-handed man said, “This is normal. Who would have thought that he would suddenly become like this…”

The gray-handed man said, “He has shown strange symptoms more than once.” The brown-handed man said, “So there’s no need to worry too much.”

“You mean, the problem can be solved like the last few times?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I can only say that I hope so.” said the brown-handed man.

“I’d rather there wasn’t any problem at all,” said the Gray Hand Man.

“Maybe it’s really as you said, there is no problem?” said the man with brown hands.

“But what is he mumbling about?” said the Gray Hand Man.

“I don’t know either. Maybe it’s just the normal mumbling of ordinary people. There’s nothing unusual that is difficult to explain.” said the man with brown hands.

“That’s not impossible.” said the man with gray hands.

“What shall we do then?” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“He doesn’t talk to us on his own initiative, so I’ll talk to him first,” said the man with gray hands.

“Try it.” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said again: “If I talk to him, it won’t cause him to be unable to return to normal, right?”

“Maybe he was just mumbling to himself normally,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“If that’s the case, that would be great. If not, would things become troublesome if I talk to him?” said the man with gray hands.

“Many times the results of attempts are unknown.” said the Brown-Handed Man.

(End of this chapter)