It was a cold and wet day, the snow had melted, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a damp cold in the air. When Snow walked out of the yurt, the snow wolf was nowhere to be seen.

In the distance, green pine trees cover the entire hillside, like wave after wave of green barrier, and orange clouds appear on the edge of the sky, reflecting the snow-melted skin in pink. The melted snow droplets into the soil with the deep grooves on the roof of the yurts, splashing tiny pits on the ground and freezing the ice, and the colorful dust and dirt condensed together with the glittering ice light, like rising smoke.

The knights on the top of the hill would scatter around, climbing to the top to witness everything in the bazaar, in order to observe any enemy situation within a radius of several tens of kilometers. As soon as any situation is discovered, the rallying cry will be sounded, and everyone will be killed at any time. The knights were supposed to be the holiest and most glorious of moments, escorting the peace here and winning the convincing eyes of all the bazaars.

It is often overestimated that knights occupy an unsacred place in their hearts, keeping peace, escorting, and patrolling. Even in the snow and ice, they still braved the wind to walk, and even froze like dogs. When there is good food, fun, and fine silk and cloth in the bazaar, they loot it, and often make the people in the bazaar shudder.

Master used to say that they were wolves in human skin, a sharp knife that cut through the herdsmen's skin without leaving any trace, not even blood. Such a group of wolves is slowly devouring every inch of land in the wilderness, stretching hundreds of kilometers deep into the hinterland of the grassland.

People who are often burned by hunger will sell their children under the age of ten or more into the city as slaves, or sell them to rich families as handymen, or sell them to other families as daughters-in-law, and some are directly dragged to the city as tools to give birth to children. Boys or men, over the age of fifteen, were arrested and sent to the army, leaving behind only women, old people, and children who listened alone.

I'm afraid that what has passed in Snow's eyes has long been strange, including the royal court where he grew up. It seems comforting here that slaves do not have to be brutally beaten and trained, and that they are enslaved for the rest of their lives, and if they can be freed, unless you have amazing grades, or a fairly high official guarantees that you will be freed.

This bazaar, which is large enough to accommodate three or four thousand people, gathers too many nobles and merchants, so there are many young strong men and beautiful women and a few poor people who only have old people and children left in their homes. Snow placed himself in the bustle of the bazaar, and he noticed that many people were looking at him, their eyes full of vigilance and coldness.

Only by disguising yourself as a merchant can you avoid the officers and soldiers being dragged to the army, or by stuffing some silver into the hands of the officers and soldiers, you can escape, and the nobles or the men, ladies and women of the slightly powerful and wealthy families are not bothered.

"Snow. Cloth Feather shouted from a distance.

Snow turned around and walked towards Buyi Lingyu, "My snow wolf is gone, I'm here to find the snow wolf." "Actually, he just wandered around and came out to find the snow wolf by the way.

"Snow wolf is in the yurt! you kid is out wandering around again, aren't you?" said Buyi Lingyu, "you have to go out with me today."

Snow scratched his head embarrassedly, and found that there were three horses not far away, and his uncle was riding on them, he looked back at the master puzzled, "You haven't taken me with you when you go out, is there anything good today?"

"You'll know when you get there. As she spoke, they walked together to the horses and got on them.