At this moment, only Linde and the Faceless Men were left on the grassland, along with an albino Shadow Lynx cub.
"I still don't know your name?" Linde turned to the Faceless Men and asked.
"My old name, along with my face, has been offered to the Thousand-Faced God," the Faceless Men said, pulling his hood back over his head. "You can call me Bowo; that's my new name."
Linde tentatively asked, "Could you tell me what happened between you, Joel, and Fotimo?"
Bowo, the Faceless Men, shook his head and said, "There's nothing to say. Those are all things of the past, and since I'm leaving this time, I shouldn't be coming back, so you don't need to worry about anything."
Apparently, the Faceless Men had misunderstood something, but Linde didn't continue to probe. Instead, he pointed to the wound on Bowo's chest and said, "Do you need my help? With your current injuries, in this weather, you might not be able to get out of this forest."
"Spark's potion can be called a miracle," Bowo said, deliberately pulling open his clothes to reveal the wound on his chest to Linde.
The wound, which should have been torn open, was now completely healed, leaving only a shallow scar. If one didn't look closely, they would never know there had been a fatal injury there.
Seeing the effect of the potion on the Faceless Men, Linde also found it incredible. Just as Bowo said, this potion was simply a miracle, and for someone like him, who was destined to frequently go to the battlefield in the future, this potion was also a lifesaver.
Thinking of this, Linde couldn't help but look towards the location of the earlier earthen mound treehouse, wondering how to curry favor with and befriend Spark to obtain this potion from her.
"You don't need to look. Spark has already left," Bowo seemed to know what Linde was thinking and said, "Spark's treehouse can move underground. She will never stay in one place for long, especially if that place has been discovered by humans."
Although it seemed incredible, Linde felt that the Faceless Men was not lying, so he asked, "If that's the case, how do you contact her?"
"My method is not something you can use, and even if I used it now, it might not be effective," Bowo shook his head, dashing Linde's hopes, but then changed the subject and said, "However, judging from Spark's reaction just now, she seems to appreciate you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given you the Shadow Lynx cub. Perhaps she will even take the initiative to meet you in the future."
Linde looked down at the cub curled up in his arms, a relieved smile appearing on his face. For him, even without the potion, he had gained a lot from this trip. There was no need to obsess over the potion; it was better to let nature take its course.
The Faceless Men saw Linde's relieved smile and knew that Linde had come to terms with it. This surprised the Faceless Men, because in his understanding, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy would not possess such an open-minded attitude. It only appeared in adults with rich life experiences or elders who had long since seen through everything in the world.
At this moment, Linde asked with some curiosity, "Spark's abilities are very different from what I've heard about the Forest Children in legends. I've never heard of any Forest Children being able to move their dwelling freely underground."
As he said this, the image of the Forest Children immediately appeared in Linde's mind, but that image was entirely the one from the TV series. It had to be said that the difference between the Forest Children in the series and Spark, the Forest Children he had just seen, was like that between a beggar and a noble; the difference was so great that they didn't seem to be the same species.
However, on second thought, he felt that this difference might be the difference between a TV series and reality, and perhaps the Forest Children of the Ice and Fire World in reality were indeed like Spark.
"Spark is special; she is one of the rare Children of Nature among the Forest Children," the Faceless Men seemed unwilling to say more about Spark. After a simple reply, he no longer intended to continue talking with Linde.
He fully wrapped himself in his cloak, then looked at the Shadow Lynx cub in Linde's arms and said, "Let me remind you, no matter how close this cub is to you, it is still a wild beast. It's best to tie it with a rope, otherwise it will definitely hurt other people. If it hurts ordinary people, that's fine, but if it hurts those noble lords, such as Garlan Tyrell, then your fate might be the same as mine."
After speaking, without waiting for Linde to respond, he stepped into the forest and quickly disappeared.
Linde did not stop the Faceless Men from leaving, nor did he think of tracking his identity through the clues revealed in the Faceless Men's words. He could feel the Faceless Men's goodwill, although this goodwill might have come from others.
One thing the Faceless Men said was correct: Linde had indeed been planning to raise this cub in a free-range manner, especially intending to keep the cub in a predatory state. But now that he thought about it, his free-range plan was a bit too dangerous. He indeed needed a rope to restrain the Shadow Lynx.
Linde, reconsidering the feeding plan, held the cub up to his face. The cub, like a small cat, thought Linde was playing with it, letting out soft meows and wiggling its limbs. Its paw-like paws constantly clawed, as if trying to hug Linde's face.
Looking at the cub's movements, Linde smiled, then tucked it into his clothes, cradling it in his arms, and walked towards the Howling Forest Relay Station.
In the hall of the Howling Forest Relay Station, House Tyrell's servants had specially set up a small tent for Garlan, allowing him to live inside alone, without having to mix with others outside.
Garlan had originally objected to this. Compared to staying alone in a tent, he preferred to be with the nobles and knights of House Tyrell. If it weren't raining, he would even be willing to sit with the soldiers outside and listen to their various anecdotes.
However, Ceric Scholar, who was accompanying him, dissuaded him because Ceric Scholar found that some soldiers were ill. If it was just a common cold, that would be fine, but if it was an infectious disease, the more Garlan interacted with others, the more likely he would be infected.
After hearing Ceric Scholar's explanation, Garlan no longer insisted. He instructed his servant to take some medicine from his private medicine box and give it to Fotimo, asking him to pass it on to the sick soldiers. Although he didn't know if these medicines would be effective, it was at least a gesture of goodwill.
Returning to the tent, Garlan picked up a book recording the adventure stories of Ser Duncan the Tall and Aegon V as knight errants. This was already the fifth edition of Duncan and Igor's stories he had read. Each version of the story collection, in addition to the well-known stories, also contained some new ones.
Although Garlan knew very well that those new stories were fabricated, he still enjoyed reading them and was willing to believe they were true. While reading, he often thought about how his current age was similar to Aegon V's back then. What would it be like if he also met his own knight and embarked on an adventure in the Seven Kingdoms?