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Chapter 29 Diarmuid's Time (1)

"Are you comfortable with this knife?" Angus asked Diarmuid, who was squatting on the ground and concentrating on carpentry.Angus gave Diarmuid a knife named Gearrasgian two days ago.

"Well, it's very useful." Diarmuid raised his wooden plate up, looked at it twice under the sun, and then cut it twice with the knife on the right side.

"I can cut nine rolls of wood shavings with it!" Diarmuid put down the wooden plate in his hand, and raised the knife in his hand to his eyes, obviously very satisfied with his new knife.

Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Diarmuid has turned into a 14-year-old boy, but Yodel is still missing.

After Diarmuid put down the plate, he picked up a small cylindrical piece of wood and began to scratch it with the knife bit by bit.

"What are you going to do again?" Angus asked curiously.

Diarmuid's hand holding the knife paused for a moment, and then said: "I'm afraid that time will pass too long, and I won't be able to remember what Jodel looks like. So I want to carve a wooden sculpture of her and keep it by my side, so that I can use it in the future." went to find her."

"..." Angus was silent for a moment, and said: "My divine power has recovered by [-]% to [-]%, and I can vaguely sense the position of Jodel."

"Father Angus, where is she?" Diarmuid asked eagerly.

"She's still in the Greek gods, but she probably isn't in Olympus anymore." Angus frowned. "She should be in the underground gods of Greece—a region called Tartarus."

During the period when Angus recovered his divine power, he also searched for all the information about the Greek gods, and gained a basic understanding of it.

"Where—what kind of place is it?" Diarmuid suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The place of death of the dead is also the place where repeat offenders are detained." Angus's voice sank, "Because of the wall of faith, I can't go there now, I can only wait a few years later when my divine power is restored. Figure out a way."

Jodelle is a complete god, and Angus believes that her life will not be in danger, but some suffering is indeed inevitable.

"I want to go!" Diarmuid suddenly said, "I am a human being, and the wall of faith is useless to me. I am going to rescue Yodel!" Thinking of the tragic experience that Yodel may have suffered, Diarmuid wanted to rush over immediately.

"Do you have the ability to defeat the gods?" Angus sternly reprimanded, "If you go like this, you are going to die!"

Diarmuid silently clenched his fists, his face full of unwillingness.

Angus sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it when you're older, and I'll go with you then."

Diarmuid tossed and turned all night, but he finally decided to follow his own heart—to rescue Jodelle as soon as possible.

In the past few years, Diarmuid has been practicing his marksmanship and swordsmanship very diligently, and none of the boys around his age is his opponent.

Angus gave Diarmuid two treasures when he was 13 years old.

One is a sharp red spear that can nullify defenses made of magic power.

The other is the long sword that Angus got from Mananor, the god of the sea - the fury of madness.

Angus once warned Diarmuid: "When you are about to face great danger, you must take this powerful magic sword with you."

Diarmuid knew that his adoptive father would definitely stop him, so before dawn he carried his two treasures and set out on the road with a little luggage and dry food.

He didn't know exactly how to go to Greece, but he knew that he must take a boat, so he decided to go to the beach first to see if there was a boat that could take him there.

After walking all the way, he realized that Greece and Ireland are not in harmony. The king of Greece loves to go to Ireland to provoke every few years, but every time he goes back in disgrace, with repeated defeats and repeated battles. This year he came again .

Diarmuid really lurked near the Greek warship, but suddenly he found a strange thing, he couldn't understand what the group of Greeks were saying.Obviously, when he fell to Greece with Yodel before, did he understand it? !

Diarmuid has made a difficult mistake this time, and it seems that it is impossible to get involved.

He wandered around the coast for several days, but he couldn't find a suitable way.Do you really want him to give up?

"Ouch." An old voice came from the side.

Diarmuid, who was still standing on the coast in a daze, was sobered up by the shout. He turned around and saw that it was an old man fishing who accidentally fell to the ground.

He hurried over to help the old man up, and helped him put all the fish that fell out into the wooden barrel.

"Thank you, you are such a good boy." The old man thanked Diarmuid with a smile, but his Celtic pronunciation sounded awkward.

"Well, it's okay." Diarmuid lifted up several barrels of fish carried by the old man himself, and he tied the fishing nets to his body. "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

The old man shook his head and said, "No need, kid. These fish are going to be sent to that boat. I think you know it too. It's a Greek warship. It's better for you not to go aboard."

"Are you a Greek?" Diarmuid asked in surprise.

"I'm neither Irish nor Greek, I'm just a crew member who wanders around with the ship." The old man said with emotion: "I can speak a few more local languages ​​after so many years."

Diarmuid suddenly had an idea in his mind, "Then have you been to many places?"

The old man straightened his back and said: "Of course, there is no place in this sea area that I haven't been to."

"My childhood wish was to travel around, to see the outside of Ireland. Do you think I can go with you?" Diarmuid blinked his big golden eyes, which were full of longing.

"This... I'm afraid it's inconvenient." The old man hesitated, "This ship will return to Greece tomorrow."

"What does the struggle between fighters and fighters have to do with us ordinary people?" Diarmuid remembered what he had heard in the village, and of course he disagreed with it.But at this moment, for his own purpose, Diarmuid said it seriously.

"That's right, these so-called fighters think about fighting all day long." The old man nodded in agreement, and opened up the conversation as if he had found a bosom friend.

Diarmuid listened intently, nodding his head from time to time in agreement.

Seeing Diarmuid's cute appearance, the old man thought it would be good to have such a child by his side, so he said, "My name is Hanger. Well, from today onwards, you can follow me as an apprentice. I'll take you up there."

"Okay, thank you so much!" Diarmuid smiled gratefully.

"However, what is that long thing wrapped in cloth strips behind you?" asked the old man.

Diarmuid reached behind his back, touched his red spear and long sword, and said calmly, "Oh, it's just a spear for stabbing fish and a long knife for killing prey."