After Tang Zhangwei ordered to dismiss Tang Zhaozong from the order of the governor of the Tang Empire and the African provinces, this made the merchants and servants of the entire Tang Dynasty breathe a sigh of relief, because Tang Zhaozong was not a normal thinking.

Tang Zhaozong treated the merchants and servants of the Tang Dynasty as fat pigs and leeks, and he made the West African provinces of the Tang Dynasty into a miasma, a mess, and he himself was still complacent.

Tang Zhangwei couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only make a move against Tang Zhaozong, after all, the provinces of West Africa were already full of flames.

Therefore, when Tang Zhaozong was able to leave the Governor's Mansion here, he was still very happy.

However, when Tang Zhaozong left, he took with him a large amount of gold, silver and other treasures looted here.

Tang Zhangwei didn't want to deal with Tang Zhaozong, but those who opposed Tang Zhaozong would not be polite.

Wolf jumped up and followed him, but Jodala whispered "Don't move" and the curtain hung behind him. One to the outside. He pulled up his hood. Block out the biting wind and wrap your face tightly with it, leaving only a small opening in your eyes. He put on gloves that hung from his sleeves with threads, moved his backpack, and set off up the slope. The ice rattled beneath his feet, and he staggered in the dim light of the gray morning. He was alone now, his eyes blurred with tears.

When he reached the top of the mountain, the wind was strong and cold, and the headwind whipped at him. He stopped, trying to decide which direction to go, then turned south and walked along the river, which was difficult. The freeze only formed a crust of ice on top of the melting snow: he sank to his knees, and he had to pull out his feet with every step. Where there are no snowdrifts, the ground is hard and uneven, and it is often slippery. He slipped one step at a time, and he swung and broke his buttocks.

A little bit of morning passed, and no sparkling sun pierced the overcast sky.

The only evidence of its appearance is this unprojected, gray dawn, the diffuse, gradually brightening light. He walked with heavy steps. Thoughts go blank. Barely paying attention to where he was heading.

Why can't he stand Ella being with Reynek? Why is it so difficult for him to make her own choice, does he just want to have her alone, do other men feel this way? Do you feel this pain too? Was it another man touching her? Was it his fear when he lost her? Or more than that? Did he feel like he deserved to lose her? She talks lightly about her life with her family and he recognizes it as much as anyone else. Will she talk to Zelandani about her childhood with the same uninhibited nature? She was so fit in with the lion camp that they accepted her unreservedly, but if they knew that Ding's son would still be like this? He didn't want to think like that. If he was ashamed of her, ttL promised him that he should give up on her, but he couldn't stand the pain of losing her. Eventually, due to gloomy introspection and stumbling around, his throat was dry, and he stopped, reached for the hydration bag, and found that he had forgotten to bring it. At the next snowdrift, he broke the ice shell, grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his mouth until it melted. It was second nature, and he didn't even have to think about it. From an early age, he was trained to melt the snow first, preferably before putting it in his mouth, otherwise he could not eat it because he was thirsty. Swallowing snow will make your body cold, and even melting snow in your mouth can only be used as a last resort.

The hydration bag he forgot made him think about his situation. He realized that he had forgotten the food, but the thought slipped out of his head again. He was too caught up in recalling over and over again the sounds that came from the earthen house and the images they created in his mind.

He crossed the white and rushed headlong into the water without stopping. If he had looked at his surroundings, he might have seen that it was not just a snowdrift, but he didn't think about it. After the first few steps, he penetrated the ice shell and walked into the snow. It's a knee-deep pool of immovable meltwater. His leather shoes and socks covered in grease. Enough to hold out a certain amount of snow, even wet, melted snow, but not water. The cold shock finally pulled him out of his self-indulgence. He walked through more ice and struggled out, feeling more of the cold from the wind.

What a stupid thing to do, he thought. I didn't even have a change of clothes, food, hydration bags. I had to go back. I'm not ready to travel at all, what am I thinking? You know what you're thinking. Jodala, he said in his heart, while closing his eyes, the pain controlled him.

He felt the coldness of his feet and calves, and the uncomfortable dampness of being covered with sewage. He wondered if he should dry his clothes before returning, and realized that he had no flint on him, not even fire drills or fire starters, and that his shoes were lined with sticky mammoth hair. Even if it's wet, they won't make his feet frostbite if he keeps walking. He got up and walked back, blaming himself for his stupidity, but worried at every step. As he returned the way he came, he found himself thinking about his brother. He remembered the time when Sonoran had been swept into quicksand at the mouth of the Great Mother River and wanted to stay there to die, and for the first time Jodala fully understood why Sonoran had lost the desire to live after Jetami's death. He remembered that his brother had chosen Ding to live with the people of the woman he loved. But Jettami was from the River Valley, he thought. To Mamuta, Ella and he are both equally strangers. No, he corrects himself, that's not true. Ella is a mamuta, now.

As Jodara approached the earthen house, he saw a tall, stout figure approaching him.

"Niz is worried about you, let me look for it. Where have you been?" Tarut approached Jodala's side. "I'll go for a walk. ”

The tall head nodded. It's no secret that Ella and Renek are close, but Giodala's pain isn't as secret as he thinks.

"Your feet are wet."

"I crushed the ice on a waterhole and thought it was a snowdrift. As they descended the hill toward the lion camp, Tarut said, "You should change your boots right away, Jodala." I'll give you my extra pair."" Thank you,"

The young man said that he suddenly knew that he was a complete outsider. He didn't have anything of his own, relying entirely on handouts from the lion camp and even necessary clothes and travel supplies.

He doesn't like to play any more. But he had no choice. If he was going to leave, and once he did, he would never eat their food and use their resources again.

"You're back,"

As soon as he walked into the basement house. Niz said. "Jodala, you're cold and wet, take off those boots, and let me get you something hot to drink."

Nitsu brought him Reyan, and Tarut gave him an old pair of boots and a pair of dry pants. "You keep it,

(End of chapter)