Time is like water in your fingertips. No matter how you grab it, it will slowly pass.

A month passed in a blink of an eye. Hanfeng lived a monotonous life every day. Although he had no passion and passion, Hanfeng was still content. In the past month, Hanfeng's biggest gain was that he could cut things with his left hand skillfully. Although it was too complicated, he still couldn't do it.

What made Han Feng feel strange was that Han Feng's right hand, the tendons of the middle finger of the right hand, had been broken. Although it was cured, it still had difficulty moving. Logically speaking, the middle finger was also useless. However, as time gradually passed, Han Feng found that his middle finger had recovered consciousness. Although it was not as flexible as before before, it was indeed slowly recovering. Maybe in a few months it would be the same as before. Moreover, Han Feng found that the ring finger that seemed to have broken seemed to be a little longer than a month ago.

This discovery confused Hanfeng, but Hanfeng didn't care too much. According to Hanfeng's idea, it would be best to recover, and life would be smooth even if it could not be restored.

At the junction of the north and east of the city, there is a small blacksmith shop. The blacksmith shop is a strong man named Cannes.

Although Cannes has very good skills, not many people come to him to do business because his blacksmith shop is too small. At best, it is similar to the place where Han Feng lives with Ryan now. After putting down the necessities of ironwork, there is basically no space. Fortunately, there are still some small businesses that are patronizing him and allowing him to make a living.

"Hello Uncle Cannes, how is the business today?" Han Feng was going to buy ingredients, and passed by the blacksmith shop in Cannes.

"Boy! Who will make a blacksmith in the early morning? Otherwise, you will come to visit my business!" Cannes cursed with a smile.

"Okay, I will definitely find you if I need it in the future. I will leave first, bye."

Not far from the blacksmith shop, there is an unknown old man living. The old man carved various handicrafts under the trees in the yard every day, so everyone called him Old Man Mu, or Grandpa Mu. Old Man Mu had some statues that were also provided to the mercenary group for daily decoration.

Hanfeng met Mr. Mu when he first entered the city. It was Mr. Mu's smile that Hanfeng still remembered freshly. Hanfeng had to pass here every day when buying vegetables, and Hanfeng would greet Mr. Mu.

"Grandpa Mu, what are you carving today?" When passing by the old man's door, the old man was carefully carving a piece of wood carving with a carving knife, which seemed to be an animal. Han Feng looked carefully but couldn't see what animal it was.

"Haha, it's you. Are you going to buy something again today?" Old Man Mu put down the carved knife in his hand and responded with a smile.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes were staring at Han Feng's right hand. He seemed to be confused and surprised. "Can the child show me your right hand?"

Hanfeng was very strange. When he first came, the old man had already asked him to show his hand. At that time, the old man just sighed and said, "What a pity." Why do you have to look at his hand now?" But Hanfeng nodded and reached his hand in front of the old man.

The old man whispered: "Sure enough..." Han Feng suddenly felt a strange force wrapping his right hand, "Huh? What a strange structure..." Old Man Mu frowned even more tightly.

Hanfeng felt that this power was transmitted to his whole body along his right hand, wrapping Hanfeng around him. Hanfeng had the illusion of bathing in the warm spring sunshine.

"Child, do you know who your parents are?" A cool breeze blew, and the cold breeze shivered, and found that the old man looked at him with a serious face.

"I don't know, I've been with Ryan since I have seen it." Han Feng shook his head blankly, not curious about his parents at all.

"Well... did you live in the city of Late Winter before? It doesn't sound like your accent?" The old man thought for a while.

"No, I used to live in the cold winter town. It was by the ocean of extreme ice, and it snowed every day and was covered with white everywhere." Han Feng replied honestly, and the idea of ​​going back and taking a look suddenly in his mind. Recalling this kind of thing is like fine wine, the more it brews, the more mellow it becomes.

"As the ocean of ice..." Old Man Mu stopped the carving knife in his hand, as if thinking about something. "Child, are you willing to be my apprentice? I am not talking about the apprentice of carving, but of course I also need to learn carving. My main profession is the branch of the assassination system - the wanderer."

When Mr. Mu saw Han Feng looking at him with a dull look on his face, he seemed to suddenly remember something and continued, "By the way, you should have come to me a few months ago, why didn't you come?"

"Why am I coming to find you?" Han Feng looked at Old Man Mu strangely.

"Yeah? Didn't Pala from the Spellcasters Association give you my address? He described you to me a few months ago. After all, blue hair, with both natural and spatial attributes, and few children with special finger structures."

"Oh! It's that old man! I remembered it! He gave me an address, but I later found a suitable career in the group, so..." Han Feng scratched his head embarrassedly, and his face couldn't help but be a little red. In fact, Han Feng completely left this matter behind his head and never thought about it at all. However, fate always makes people with destiny meet.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. It's not too late now. Are you willing to learn from me? I am old and want to find a suitable child to pass on this skill." Old Man Mu continued to carve wood carvings with a carving knife.

"Actually, I want to do it too, but my hand..." Han Feng touched his right hand with his left hand, which had one finger missing.

"Haha, it's okay. I've looked at it carefully. Your ring finger is growing slowly. Just like a magic lizard breaks its tail and is growing again. Although I don't know why, it should be related to your bloodline." Old Man Mu raised his carved knife and said quietly.

"Tell you a secret, don't reveal it, even if you are your best friend. You are not a purely blooded human being like me." The old man nodded when he saw Han Feng nodding and whispered this sentence in Han Feng's ear.

Han Feng was stunned when he said this, immediately stunned. Whether it was the regeneration of his fingers, the old man and his own human beings who were not purely blood, they were scared to Han Feng. "Don't be afraid, I have one-quarter of the elf bloodline. But my essence is still human."

"Then... Grandpa Mu, I... I am..." The joy of Han Feng's eyes that his fingers could recover was replaced by fear and worry.

"Haha, I can't see this... after all, there are many races on the mainland, and I haven't seen them all. Don't be afraid, mixed race does not mean anything. Mixed race means better talent and stronger body."

Although Old Man Mu said he couldn't see it, Han Feng obviously felt the flickering in Old Man Mu's eyes.

"..." Han Feng still couldn't accept the claim that he was not a purebred human.

It took a long time before Han Feng returned to the question of being a disciple of Old Man Mu and continued: "But I am from the mercenary group..."

Before Han Feng finished speaking, Old Man Mu interrupted Han Feng, "It doesn't matter, are you from Ashes? Is that boy Reston, who is in charge of Ashes? I can see that you have a restless heart that is unwilling to be ordinary." Old Man Mu took out a badge made of strange metal, and the mark on it was two crossed swords, and under the sword there was a person with his hands tied up.

The old man took out a piece of paper and cinnabar from somewhere, stamped the badge on the cinnabar, and then covered it with a cover. "If you hand this piece of paper to your leader, you will say that I want to accept you as a disciple, and he will release it."

Han Feng was confused and took the paper that Old Man Mu stuffed him with suspicion and returned to the mercenary group.

The reason why Hanfeng returned to the mercenary group with the certificate given by Mr. Mu was largely because Mr. Mu told Hanfeng that Hanfeng was not willing to be a non-combatant. Whenever Hanfeng thought about the burden of Ryan who had firmly refused to be a man, he was unable to fight side by side with Ryan in the end, Hanfeng felt uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!