After patiently hearing this, the brown-haired Meraus replied with a fierce anger in his heart, "Menius, you were never a fool before, but now you are full of nonsense, like a child. Don't forget, we swallowed the hospitality of others, lots and lots of goodies, before we arrived at the house. May the Almighty One on High no longer afflict us in such pain in the years to come. Go, ride your horses for the living, and bring them here, and have a good time!"

When Meraus had finished speaking, Menius hurried through the hall, beckoned to the help of other diligent companions, and went with him, and they took their sweaty horses out of the yoke, fastened them to the trough where they were fed, put in the feed, mixed them with snow-white barley, and parked the wagon by the shining inner wall, and introduced the man into his master's house.

The eldest son of Jiming and Stoll admired all that they saw, the palace of the king, the great man raised by the mighty, like the shining sun or the moon, the house of the glorious Merauth, with its high roof, which radiated its radiance, and when they had tasted the blessings of their eyes, they stepped into the slippery bath and washed themselves. The girls bathed them, anointed them with olive oil, put on their shirts, and covered them with thick woollen capes, and then they went to the chairs and sat down beside Melaus.

A maid brought a splendid pot of gold, poured out water, and put it in a silver basin for them to wash their hands, and carried over a slippery table and placed it beside them, while a dignified maid brought bread for them to eat, and laid out many delicacies, and plenty of food, and put them generously in abundance, while a cutter took a large plate of all kinds of meat, and laid it before them, and set a golden wine glass.

The brown-haired Meraus opened his mouth to greet them, and said to them: "Eat, you're welcome, and after the meal, when you have eaten, we will ask: who is coming, and from you you can see the blood of your parents, the descendants of the royal family, the king beloved by the mighty one who is high, and the heir of the noble man who holds the scepter, and the despicable will not have such offspring, sons and daughters like you." ”

With that, Modus took his portion, the best roast meat, the fatty beef tenderloin, and placed it in front of them, and the diners stretched out their hands, grabbed the food in front of them, and began to eat it.

When they had satisfied their desire to eat and drink, they spoke to the eldest son of Stoll, and leaned close to his head and face, lest anyone else hear: "Son of Stoll, the good man who pleases me, behold everything before me, and the radiance of the echoing halls, and the glittering bronze and glittering gold and amber, ivory and silver, and the court of the Almighty, on the Mount Catherine, must be so splendid in it, with innumerable good things, and precious moss, and I am amazed at what I have seen this time!"

The brown-haired Meraus heard him and spoke to the two: " No mortal, dear child, can compete with the Almighty One on high, whose dwelling is never destroyed, and whose possessions endure forever, yet the number of mortals who can compete with me for riches may be few or none, and you know, I have gone through tribulations and wanderings before I have brought them back by ship in a long time, that is, not long ago, I have wandered in a wilderness or surrounded by strong enemies, I have drifted to a land that is close to a barbarian, I have stopped in the wilderness of the desert, where lambs are born with horns, and ewes have three births a year, and the houses of the powerful, and shepherds, and there is no shortage of cheese and meat, and there is no shortage of sweet milkThe ewes provide the feeding and sucking for many years, but when I have travelled through these places, and have amassed a great deal of wealth, yet another man has killed my brother, and has stolen, and striking, and by the treachery of my sister-in-law, a damned woman! I would rather live at home, and lose two-thirds of what I have, if those men were still alive, and those mighty men who died, far from the pasture of the Near East, on the broad ground of Mount Sinai, and still I often mourn and weep for my companions, and sit in my house, and indulge in the remembrance of sorrow, until the anguish of my heart is calmed, and the sorrow of my heart ceases, and the crying of my heart is only a short time, and yet the thought of these men, though my heart is afflicted, cannot be compared with my sorrow for another brave man: as long as I think of him, I am tired of sleeping and eating, and there is no one among my people who can compare with the sorrow and suffering of the heart, and for the sorrow of the soulThe end will be suffering, and for me I will suffer endless sorrow: he has been away from us for a long time, and we have no idea of his life and death. The old Ertes and Wen Xian's Luo Pei must have been sad for him, and together with Ji Ming, when his father went on the expedition, he was still a young man who had just been born. ”

The words aroused Jiming's feelings of crying for his father, tears came out of his eyes, fell to the ground, heard his father's name, and lifted the purple cloak with both hands to cover his eyes.

At this moment, Meraus recognized his identity, and considered two thoughts in his heart, whether to let the other party speak for himself and tell his father, or should he mention it first and ask him carefully?

While he was pondering these things, and was indecidable in his soul, the lady of Merauth came out, took down her chair, stepped on the footstool, and immediately spoke, and inquired of her husband: "Have they, the Almighty Ones, beloved by the Almighty, have told their names, these living people who have come to our house? My soul urged me to speak, for I had never seen, yes, I thought I had never seen such a look, neither of a man nor a woman, and I was astonished to see the appearance of this man, who must be the son of a self-aware and reckless man, and when he left home, he left behind this child, a newborn baby, to march into the eastern city of Sinai, with a heart set for the ferocity of murderous war. ”

Hearing this, the brown-haired Meraus replied, "This is also evident, my lady, after your comparison. Noji's feet were like this man's, and his hands, and eyes, and the shape of his head, and the veins on them, and just now I was reminiscing about Noji's past, and talking yes, for my sake, the sorrow he had endured, and the pain he had endured, and this man shed tears and wet his face, and lifted up his purple cloak to cover his eyes. ”

Hearing this, Latos, the son of Stoll, said: "Meraus, beloved by the Almighty, the leader of the people, is indeed the son of Nogu, as you say, but he is a humble man, and does not want to be laughed at, and on this first meeting we speak with an ungraceful speech, and we admire your voice in your face as an angel speaking; He longs to meet you, and is willing to listen to your advice, whether it is advice or advice, and if there is no one to help the children of the family after the father is gone, if there is no one to help, as he knows the present situation, and when the father leaves, there is no one in the kingdom to stand up for him and ward off the trouble. ”

When he had heard this, the brown-haired Merauth replied, "Wonderful! This man is his son, and he has come to my house, and how much the beloved brave man has suffered for my sake!" I thought that if he stopped here, he would be my most beloved hero, and if the mighty one who had been sent to the thunder sent us both back, and crossed the waves of the sea in a swift boat, I would set aside a castle for him to move to my kingdom, and set him up a house, and take him from his old dwelling, with all his goods, and his sons, and his people, and I would vacate one of the many castles, which were near here, and accept my kingship, so that we could meet and meet together often, and nothing could divide us, cut off our friendships, and separate our joys, until the clouds of death, and the dark threads of the threads, enveloped usyes, it must have been an angel who, out of envy against him, plotted for himself, but to afflict him, and not to return to his homeland. ”

Modus's words aroused the desire to weep, and Laures's wife, whimpering and sobbing, was equally sad, and even Laus himself was equally sad; Lathos, the eldest son of Stoll, had tears in his eyes, and his heart was full of tears, and his heart was full of thoughts of the noble Rockus, who was slain by the shining dawn, and was killed by the man he protected; Uncle Merauth, old Nestor used to say that you are cunning and clever, and that we inquire of you when we speak of you, and that in his hall is the most frequent occasion, and now, if possible, may I help to soothe: I do not want to accept the consolation of weeping in my meal, and tears welling up in my eyes, and that the early dawn will return, and it will not be long in my life, and of course I will not complain and cry, and to any mortal who dies can only accept the call of the angel of fate, and this is the pleasure of our push, poor mortal, cut off our hair, and let the tears flow down my cheeks, and I have lost a brother, who is by no means the lowest son of my peopleYou may know his life, but I have never met him or met him, and they say that he is a man of par excellence, and that Rockus, a fighter, is superior to all the bravery. ”

Hearing this, the brown-haired Murauth replied: " Well said, dear friend, like the expression of a wise man older than you, it is not surprising that you have inherited the wisdom of your father, and you are very reasonable, and the kind of man will be recognizable at a glance, if the Almighty One had arranged good fortune for his son, when he was born and married, as he has done now for Storr, he will always be as fortunate as ever, and enjoy a comfortable old age, and give birth to sons in his palace, and be wise in mind and skillful in guns, and now, let us forget our sorrows, and let us reassemble our tables of feast, and let them splash water, and wash our hands, and save the past for to-morrow morning, and we and I will have a word of reciprocity。 ”

Fareon, the diligent companion of the glorious Meraus, poured out water and rinsed their hands. After washing, they grabbed the delicacies in front of them.

At this very time, the lady of Mordes, whose name was Fleur, and a woman of great origin, was now contemplating another idea, her plan, and when they were not looking, she poured a potion into their wine, dissolved in the wine they had drunk, and drank it again, which would have a soothing effect, and would drive away troubles, and make men forget all their sorrows, and whoever drank the wine mixed with it would not be stained with tears in a day, and his face would be stained with tears, even if his mother and father died, and if someone wielded a bronze sword and murdered his brother or son, he might see it in his face。

It is this wonderful medicine, held in the hands of the angel trusted by Satan, the boss, is a good thing with remarkable efficacy, it is said that it was developed by the inhabitants of Nanshan; in the Nanshan area, where it is produced, the fertile land has given rise to a large number of medicinal herbs, more than anywhere, many of which have remarkable curative effects after preparation, but many can cause injuries and poisoning; all the people there are doctors, and the people who know pharmacology are incomparable with people in other places. Having made up her mind, Fleur put in the medicine, told the people to pour wine, and reopened the conversation, and said to them: "Meraus, beloved by the Almighty, and you and others, sons of the nobles, the lord of all the angels is omnipotent, sometimes it makes us lucky, and sometimes it makes us miserable; I'm going to tell you a story that matches the situation at hand. I can't tell you, I can't count all his deeds, the deeds of his strong will, but I want to tell you only one of them, the hardships that this strong man endured, the tasks he accomplished, and the places where you and your people suffered on the ground of the East City. He threw his fist of humiliation at himself, and put on a tattered veil, and on his shoulder, disguised himself as a servant, and went into the enemy's dwellings, and in the open castle, and assumed the image of another man, a beggar, and disguised his form, by the ships of the people of the West City; The bastard in the city of Dongcheng deceived all the people, but the eyes of one angel opened his disguise, and then opened his mouth to interrogate, but he used his quick wit to avoid the edge of the angel, and then he killed and cut down many soldiers of Dongcheng, and returned to the crowd of Xicheng people with a sharp sword and detailed information, such a thing was told to me by the angel. ”

Hearing what Lady Fleur said, the brown-haired Meraus replied: " Yes, my wife, you speak in a very coherent manner, and you are not at all right, and I have had the good fortune to see the minds of many, and to hear the debates of many, and to be the hero of the world, and I have traveled many city-states, but I have never seen a mortal man like Noji, and I do not know who has such fortitude and fortitude, and who is as strong as Noji, and who is a brave man, who moves calmly and is resolute and composed, and who with us, a band of heroes of his people, hides in the Trojan Horse, and brings destruction and death to the people of Dongcheng......."

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