"Actually, the main reason why I follow Mr. today is that I was appointed by the Bishop of Herat to escort Mr. Caravan out of our Sassanid Kingdom as soon as possible."

Demir put on her turban, hesitated a little, and told me the true purpose of her visit.

The tone was fast and enthusiastic, long eyelashes, sapphire-like eyes shimmering in the faint light of the campfire.

"Hahaha, why do you want to be like this, your lordship, we are just Eastern merchants passing through your country to Rome, and we will definitely obey the laws and canons of your country, and we dare not transgress the slightest!"

Demir's confession made me so happy that I personally served her the broth that had just been stewed.

"Sir is no ordinary merchant, and there is news from the Holy See that more than half of the silk that has arrived in our Persian and Roman countries from the East comes from his family. In the unlikely event that the Sir makes any mistake in my Sassanid territory, and your master interrupts the silk trade with us to the West, the city of Herat will suffer immeasurable losses. ”

Demir smiled and inadvertently revealed to us the astonishing news that someone in the Holy See of Herat Fire knew all about us.

This further confirms our suspicion that the current Umar in the city of Herat. It is certain that Priest Yam is the same person as Father Brahma, who stayed at my inn.

Since the other party does not want us to know his true colors, the safest option for us now is to keep pretending.

"Your sect is too much of a villain, hehe. Every year, there are more than 100 caravans that travel between the West and the East to engage in silk trading, and my caravan is just a drop in the ocean! I laughed in feigned surprise.

"Sir, don't be too modest! My sources are true! But that's not the problem, our diocese of Herat just happened the day before yesterday, and you may have heard about it! ”

Gulandot sat next to him as a translator, staring back and forth at Demir and me.

She was amazed at how good her eldest brother was, and how open-mouthed this Mage Demir was.

As a subordinate, Qin Chong and Miss Demir's bodyguards all sat quietly around, listening to our two masters swinging the dragon gate.

"I really don't know anything about this, please let the young lady know!" I arched my hand.

"News came from several tribes in the suburbs that seven of our local priests had left the East yesterday without saying goodbye, and it was said that they wanted to spread the gospel of the Fire Zoroastrianism to the East, and the Holy See guessed that this matter must be related to the well-known messenger of light recently, who was enlightened by him! Excuse me, sir, is there such a thing? ”

Demir's big charming eyes stared at me quietly, and I was a little distracted when I saw it.

"Absolutely nothing! Except for you, Miss Demir, we don't know a single one in the whole city of Herat, and the matter of the Lightbringer is purely a false rumor by your disciples, and we are also victims, so we can't do business in the city, so we can only flee in the wilderness! ”

I said generously that Grulandau was a little nervous when it came to translating.

"What's the matter with Father Lyandal and his entourage coming to the inn to look for you?"

As the protector of the Fire Zoroastrian Sect, Demir may have personally handled many major cases in the Holy See, and the trial was also watertight.

"This and this, the farmer just came to me to ask me for a route to the East, and I thought he wanted to go to the East to do business, so I drew him a rough road map. Oh, in your city of Herat, this is a very common thing! Am I doing something wrong? ”

I spread my hands and asked as if I was innocent.

"Sir, you're mistaken, those people aren't businessmen, they're all village priests of our Fire Zoroastrian Sect. They are now on their way to the East, and they are using the will of God Mazda! ”

Demir sighed, and her inquiry of me was over.

It can be seen from this that this beautiful Persian girl was also an extremely devout Zoroastrian.

It is said that the Persian state is theocracy, and there are not a few people who are the governors of the city-states who are also bishops, so it is not necessary that Demir's father, the governor of Herat, is also the head of the city of Heygran.

Demir's piety was influenced by her father, and she was now carrying out the orders of her father, the Doge.

"Sister, may I ask why your carriage is running so fast! There are few flying horses in our Dawan dark green world, and we can't catch up with you no matter how much we chase them! Did my sister use the legendary Teutonic Pegasus magic? ”

After a short exchange, my silly little sister has already surrendered to the five bodies that this Protector Sister who was born as the daughter of the Governor's daughter worshipped.

"I really don't know! Ha ha! My guardian Grande is our best horse trainer in Persia, let him tell you! ”

Demir finally took on her original flower-like appearance as a girl, put down the naan and laughed at the Gurando, and removed the silver bracelet with the statue of Mazda on her wrist.

"Thank you sister for your hospitality, sister Persian? The Sassanid official speaks so fluently! My family heirloom talisman is given to my sister to show a little gratitude! ”

"My family is also in the business of inn wine, and these Persian languages were learned from the merchants who lived in the hotel, and I made a fool of myself in front of my sister! Thank you sister for the gift! ”

Gulanduo happily accepted Demir's silver ring, and turned around to take some of the "Chang'anfang" jade we brought as a gift in return.

Somehow, the bonfire on the ground slowly dimmed, so I had to give up for the time being, owing Demir this favor.

The Persian warrior Grande, who sat on the side, followed his master's instructions and shared his horse sutra with us.

It turns out that the Persian horse is famous all over the world, and if it is carefully trained over time, it can be better than any good horse in the world.

At that time, the Persians dominated the world, in addition to the strong armor and long knife, it was this Persian high horse that ran like a fly.

Gulandau was busy with his sisterhood with Demir, and all the above translations had to be done by the eldest brother Langton, who was also a Persian.

"I don't believe that the Persian Horse can outperform our bloody horses in the Western Regions! Tomorrow, I am willing to compete with the head of the Grande army! ”

Qin Chong, who had been sitting next to him without making a sound, couldn't help it, and the horse idiot directly challenged the Grand horse trainer.

Brother Langton translated it truthfully, but replaced the "military chief" with the Persian word for "general".

At some point, Shamihan, Liu Zhen'er, and Brother Ruhr were already snoring loudly.

Then I realized that a crescent moon had risen in the sky at some point, and the moonlight was like water, and it was already midnight!

Quickly let Gurandot place Miss Demir in the tent to rest, while we boys slept in our sleeping bags around the campfire

The sleeping object of the Grande army was a net bed, hanging from the trunks of two trees next to it, like the swings of the Northland Hu.

The summer nights on the Persian plateau were unusually cool, and Grande wrapped himself in a fur and lay down on his net bed, and the net swing became the cradle of the Middle-earth Han baby.

Sometimes my instincts are right for a person, and my first instinct tells me that Demir is a good person and will never frame us.

So throughout the night, we didn't take any precautions against these two uninvited guests, just like our own caravan mates, dreamless all night until dawn.

Before setting off for the mountain, Qin Chong hadn't forgotten last night's challenge, and we didn't believe how the two-wheeled carriage could beat our light horse, and we all wanted to witness this legendary Pegasus magic with our own eyes.

"Mr. Lighteer, how many times have I told you, there is no flying magic! Grande is one of the few horse trainers in the world, and your people won't be able to beat him! ”

After a long conversation last night, Demir was a little closer to me.

Seeing that we were so curious about Grande's equestrian skills, he turned around and whispered a few words to the guards beside him, and accepted Qin Chong's challenge.

In the era of the hegemony of the heroes, the flying eagle iron cavalry from the Western Qin Dynasty attacked the Spring and Autumn chariots of the Chu army, so that the history of the Middle Earth countries judging the strength and weakness of the military chariots is gone forever.

Since then, it has also given the world a general concept, in terms of speed, the speed of light riding is far better than that of a carriage, not to mention the sweat and blood of Dawan Wusun Kingdom.

Thus, the carriage of Grelander the Persian left our light horsemen behind, and it is unconvincing to explain it by the skill of the horse, which we attribute to the Pegasus magic of the Teutonic kingdom.

On the ancient road to the west, Grande's carriage and Qin Chong's war horse stood side by side, and with the whip of the referee Demir, the two of them galloped away at the same time.

The destination is an ancient flowerless tree on the banks of the Herry River, five miles away, and the first to arrive is the winner.

But seeing that Grande's carriage was diverted to a roadside grassland without gravel bumps, and Qin Chong continued to race along the road without flowers and plants, and the tail of the big black ponytail under his crotch was almost straight.

And Grande's carriage was more like a flying Persian magic carpet, and soon left Qin Chong's light horse behind.

No matter how much we neighed and shouted, the two Persian horses that Grande rode were also galloping with their manes and tails like whips.

The axles of the carriage behind them were no longer turning, but fluttering above the sea of grass like floating boats.

Grande himself sat comfortably in his seat, controlling the speed and direction of the carriage with his whip and bridles, as if he had won the battle.

The outcome had already been decided, and in the end, Qin Chong's light cavalry was defeated by Grande's carriage by a distance of one mile, and the defeat was convincing.

Qin Chong, who has always been proud of his riding skills, suffered a big blow, and he also vented this resentment on his body when he stepped off the mount, and beat this Dawan Wuqing who accompanied us all the way from our hometown.

This spiritual horse seemed to understand where his master's anger came from, and he was willing to be punished with tears in his eyes.

No matter how Qin Chong whipped, it stood there motionless except for a few light steps on its iron hooves.

is simply a brave warrior who is defeated and awe-inspiring.

The humble Grande hurriedly ran over, gave Qin Chong a warm hug, and promised to teach him all the imperial horse magic skills he had learned in his life on the way, and our general Qin Chong slowly eased up.

Over the course of the next few days, Grundot and Master Demir became sisters who talked about everything.

The two of them chatted in the old Persian language in front of the team, and no one knew what they were talking about except Langton.

Qin Chong, on the other hand, mingled with Grande and humbly asked him for advice on the art of horse taming, how to achieve the unity of man and horse, and let the inner potential of the horse fully burst out.

But it backfired, no matter how Grande taught him, Qin Chong could only learn a little fur.

In the end, Grande had no choice but to use a fake loss to help Qin Chong's divine horse regain his former self-confidence, which was the grudge between him and Qin Chong.

It seems that the art of horse taming is also a kind of Tao, which can only be understood but not learned.