Not to mention Sinloth, who fell into the abyss of self-loathing because he was forcibly kissed by his daughter in public, today is a literal disaster day for a certain kind father. But for others, today is a day that must be celebrated.

Because, again, they have won a great victory.

Winter on the steppe is an incomparably harsh test for any tribe. Countless tribes fell in the bitter cold of winter, but countless tribes rose in the cold of spring. The prairie is always like this, it does not have any mercy, the strong live, the weak die, only the truly strong can survive on the prairie.

In the ...... of the magician and the quasi-god With the help of the elders of the White Sect, he quickly annexed many nearby small tribes in one fell swoop. The expansion of the Qiyan tribe with such fanfare naturally attracted the attention of a medium-sized tribe nearby. At this time, after a series of skirmishes, the Qiyan tribe had replenished, but its own losses were not small, the total population had just broken a thousand, and the men who could hold the saber were only a few hundred, while the other party was a tribe of nearly three thousand people.

Most of the tribesmen of the Qiyan tribe belong to the tribe that has just been annexed and their hearts are not stable, while the other party is a tribe that has been standing for many years. Whether it is in terms of population or combat power, the Qiyan tribe does not have any advantage. Everyone knew that what awaited the Qiyan tribe was bound to be a bitter battle.

But, praise to Mazda!

And they still won!

At the suggestion of Hermint, he quickly chose to take the initiative. The prophet with the blessing of Mazda's divine power accurately grasped the gap between the other party, and the other party obviously did not expect that the Qiyan tribe, which had an absolute numerical disadvantage, would dare to take the initiative to attack their lair.

Although the raid achieved some results, the Qiyan tribe had few people. Most of the men on the grassland are brave men, and the opponents of the Qiyan tribe can stand for many years, and there is naturally a reason for them. After the initial panic, the battle-hardened opponents had begun to slowly gain a foothold under the command of the patriarch, and even had the momentum to fight back. At this moment, a dazzling sword light suddenly emerged from the void...... Assasin, the elder of the White Sect, cut off the head of the rival patriarch with a single sword. Escaped into the void again.

Under the leaderless group of dragons, the opponent lost an inch, and finally collapsed.

Victory belongs to the beggars! Victory belongs to the White Sect! Victory belongs to Mazda!

From the other end of the tent came the excited shouts of the steppe men, and Hermint looked excited. He seemed to want to say something to Sinloth, but the Prophet hesitated, just cast an apologetic look at Sinloth, and followed the steps of the clan men to the blazing flame.

When the flame first came. It's just a small campfire that seems to go out at any moment. And now, as the beggar department grows stronger, it burns more and more violently. It's just that such a blazing fire doesn't give people a burning feeling, it's like the sun in winter, warm and comfortable. The men of the grassland gathered around the fire, looking extremely excited.

On that desperate snowy night, the Qiyan tribe met the legendary Son. The Son of Boundless Mana not only pulled this tribe back from the brink of destruction, but also used supreme mana. In a short time it developed into a small and medium-sized tribe - as long as you offer sincere faith, there will be no more mysterious boxes of hunger. The original poor mountains and bad waters have been transformed into a land of abundant water and grass under some strange power, and a powerful witch doctor who can rescue the seriously injured and dying......

It did not disappear into the steppes in an instant, as some of the short-lived tribes were. Facing a powerful opponent, Qi Yan, who only had a fraction of the opponent's strength, almost miraculously defeated the opponent. Victory, victory, and victory. In the face of this chain of miracles, the poor brains of the steppe people could not find a reason for all this—and no better explanation could be found except for the protection of the gods.

The eyes of the people who had just joined the flame were somewhat skeptical at first, but now they all turned into fanaticism. The young faces were illuminated by the red firelight. Flickering with madness and piety.

"Mazda is on top!"

Helmint, dressed in white robes, emitted a faint white light, and he parted the crowd and slowly walked to the flame. The brave and warlike prairie men faced this young man who looked harmless to humans and animals, but their faces were full of awe. If the Son and Mazda are legendary gods. Then the prophet in front of him is undoubtedly the one who has sin close to God. God pampered him and told him the secrets of the world. No conspiracy can be hidden in front of that penetrating eye, not the sinners who tried to rebel when they first joined, not the infidels disguised as Mazda's followers, nor the foolish tribe that tried to annex the beggars......

The other three elders of the White Sect were also not as strong as mortals...... Except for the green-robed witch, she seems to be the leader of the three elders.

The white-haired youth didn't seem to notice the awe-inspiring eyes of the prairie men. He came to the burning life, and his warm eyes swept over the faces of the prairie men one by one. After a few moments, until no one dared to look at him anymore, he raised the head in his hand and called out loudly.

"We're victorious!"

"Victory belongs to the beggars! Victory belongs to the White Sect! Victory belongs to Mazda! ”

"Now, rejoice!"

The Prophet never spoke useless nonsense, he always knew what the men needed most. Compared with those words of Wen Zou Zou, rough men are still more suitable for simple and direct teaching. As the prophet expected, as soon as his words fell, the entire Qiyan tribe instantly boiled.

"Long live Mazda!"

……

[Fear Aura: Radiates a white glow that makes people feel awe of you.] The spell itself is not very powerful, but if the recipient is already afraid of you, the effect will be exceptionally good. 】

Looking at the radiant prophet in front of the holy fire, Sinlos couldn't help but reach out and block his eyes.

A man who specializes in prophecy is so confident.

No, Hermint's pretense is too powerful, too dazzling, and people can't look at it directly. If it weren't for the fact that this second lacked trait was still there, Xinlos would have thought that this guy had been dropped...... Wait, idiosyncrasies?

At some point, that damn question mark has disappeared from Helmint's prophetic qualities.

[Prophet: Although he is not a competent magician, with the help of prophecy, he is able to penetrate people's hearts and be a god. 】

"The so-called prophets. I see. Sinloth looked at Helmint in the distance, and his eyes flashed with a strange light: "Since the prophet is like this, then the so-called Marshal of the Demon Dao ......"

With the prophet's order, the Qiyan tribe, who had just won a great victory, immediately began to prepare for the celebration. The prairie men shouted. He took out his scimitar and began to slaughter the cattle and sheep that had just been plundered from the rival tribes. Countless bags of mare's milk wine were thrown on the ground for anyone to use. After an all-night battle, it was also the turn of these victors to enjoy their rights.

And compared to the jubilant beggar tribes here, those who had just plundered from the defeated tribes were much more depressed. Such is the law of the steppe. The winner gains everything, and the loser loses everything. Men, women, and children were tied together with their hands tied. With the trauma after the bloody battle and the bitterness after the extermination, he silently looked at the rejoicing beggar tribe.

Although I hate it, this is the rule of the grassland. Presumably, it won't be long before these defeated people will become part of the herdsmen who were previously subdued by the Beggars.

"It's all for the sake of the two adults......"

Leviathan folded his hands to his chest and sighed softly. The green-haired girl did not join in the revelry that was about to begin, she put on a long robe, and shrouded her face in the robe.

"Come to me all the wounded! The seriously wounded come first! ”

……

Carnival. Here we go.

After showing his cruel side to the fullest, the grassland finally showed its open-minded side to Xinluos.

The bloodthirsty warrior put down the scimitar in his hand, picked up the instrument, and sang the old ballad. The aggressive ones even began to wrestle in front of the crowd. The girls provoked an enthusiastic dance and vented the joy in their hearts. The people gulped meat and drank mare's milk wine, and there was no etiquette at all, only the purest joy.

Although people had not seen Sinloth before. But since he was standing by the side of the White Sect Elder, he was naturally a friend of the Qiyan clan. Letting go of her brutal side and showing her passionate side, the steppe girl pesters the hapless Earl, even though the two do not speak the same language. But the poor count was forced to drink several bags of mare's milk wine. This steppe-specific drink is not very strong, but it is still a great test for the Earl's weak body. After being poured several bags in a daze, Sinloth's head began to groggy. The scene in front of the man began to shake constantly, and then ......

And then what happened, Sinloth really can't remember.

He only remembers. When he woke up, it was already night. The Count opened his sore eyes and looked at the cold star above his head in confusion. The revelry that followed the victory lasted from early morning to evening, but it did not mean to end in the slightest. The camp was littered with drunks, but there were still more people chatting and laughing loudly around the dotted campfires.

Xinlos barely got up from the ground, only to feel a strong fishy smell on his body. I don't know how much stuff is stuffed in my stomach, and I want to vomit for a while. The magic of alcohol was constantly destroying his nerves and giving him a splitting headache.

But, very happy.

Although the body is very unwell, this behavior of having no rules and just having fun still makes the soul feel extremely happy. Whether in modern times or in the Empire, Sinlos has always been under layers of restraint and pressure - especially after coming to the Empire, he is no longer alone, he is behind countless people who need his protection, and one mistake is death. In such a situation, how can he indulge himself?

[The happiest thing in a man's life is to kill someone, take away his property, make it rooted, make his relatives miserable, and then rape his wife and daughter...... It's a great day like this. 】

[1. That's right, I really want to live like this every day.] 】

Let's just let the wreckage go once today.

The Count shook his heavy head, searching for Xanalot and Assasin. The blazing flame illuminated the neighborhood as if it were daylight, and the two figures, Assasin and Xanalot, stood out when they were together. After a while, the shaking Sinloth found the two guys.

The two saints were squatting affectionately beside the fire, happily nibbling on dried fish together. Helmint, with a bulging belly, rolled his eyes and lay straight on the ground, white liquid constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth. The magician smirked sluggishly, and his condition looked terrible. If it weren't for the fact that this wasn't the legendary Tentacle Forest of the Demon Realm, Cynroth would have thought that this guy had been attacked by a group of tentacle monsters. And that's not all. Even Suyashi was half-lying beside them, drinking a mouthful of wine.

I wanted to ask him about his recent situation, but now it seems that there is no way. But it's also strange, these big men of the beggar tribe. None of them joined in the carnival beside them.

Sinloth sat down beside Assasin and took his daughter into his arms, who was munching on small dried fish. Assasin's attention was all focused on the small dried fish in front of him, and he did not react to Sinloth's actions. The Count's left hand reached into her hood and began to knead her little horns, while his right hand began to scratch her smooth chin with familiarity. There was a strange gurgling sound in Assasin's throat. The girl's eyes narrowed wide, and her head unconsciously rubbed against Cynloth's hand.

This guy really belongs to a cat.

The two horns on Assasin's head always had an inexplicable coolness entwined around them, which was very comfortable to touch, and even Chaos' mind was much clearer because of this coolness. The Count shook his head and cast an inquiring glance at Xanalot.

Now you can say why you want to drag him to the prairie.

Xanalott swallowed the dried fish in her mouth in three or two bites, and she slammed it on the dazed body of the drunk beside her. The patriarch of the beggar tribe, the powerful knight of the sun, and the cruel executioner should also look at the green-robed witch in confusion, wondering why she kicked him. After a long time. The drunken man finally looked at Xinluo on the side, and quickly wiped his eyes and sat up.

This is the second time Sinloth and Yasugai have met.

When we first met, he was still a down-and-out little patriarch. Facing a desperate situation, he took his three sons and desperately and helplessly marched towards the snowfield, trying to make a last stand. And this time they met, although they were still embarrassed, and the blood stains that had been formed after the bloody battle had not had time to be cleaned, the hope for the future flashing in the eyes of the drunken man in front of him was completely different from before.

He shook his head. Something said to Sinloth. But the Prairie language was still too foreign to the Earl for Sinloth to understand.

"He's thanking you."

Xanalot duly translated for the Count, and Sinloth hesitated for a moment, then smiled at him. Regardless of their previous relationship. But now they are all grasshoppers on a rope, and the White Sect needs the population to spread the faith, and it is time to need the White Sect to stabilize the hearts of the people who have just gathered - 10,000 steps back, Desmond and the Prairie are at the east and west ends of the empire respectively, and if you don't go through the portal, you will almost never meet in this life. In this case. They are not destined to be enemies.

That being the case, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

Seeing Xinloth smile, he should have smiled as well. The beggar patriarch threw a bag of mare's milk wine at Sinlos, who had a bitter look on his face, but took it anyway. Alcohol is probably the thing that can ease the relationship between men the most, and after a few sips of mare's milk wine, the relationship between the two men has become much easier. The two sat by the fire, and with Xanalot's translation, they finally began a formal discussion.

The Qiyan tribe is in a critical period of expansion, and there is a lack of large iron tools. Although Desmond is rich in high-quality ironware, the price is ...... Xanalott really didn't have that much cheekiness to let Xinloth give away for nothing, and in such a situation, a reasonable way to trade was imminent.

The prairie seems endless, but there is not much to offer Sinloth. There were no precious metals such as gold and silver on the steppes, and nothing more than livestock, meat, and dairy products, which could be sold across the empire, and the freight would be higher than their own value. And it is also very difficult to sell nearby, not to mention the habit of the steppe people to live in pursuit of water and grass, Xinlos can be said to have no foundation on the side of Rus. And according to the aristocracy's usual way of taxation......

"What to do...... It would be nice to have more livestock in the territory, especially the horses......"

Prairie horses are much shorter and less load-bearing than Imperial horses. But if Sinloth had to choose, he would still choose the Prairie Horse. Without him, this kind of horse is simply ...... If the tall and majestic imperial horse is rich and handsome, then the steppe horse is the best silk through and through. Merely......

Prairie horses have average explosiveness, but their endurance is terrifying. And because it is adapted to the harsh climate of the grassland, it can endure all kinds of harsh environments. The so-called horses have no night grass and no fertilizer is reasonable. Without the right extra forage, the average horse is prone to losing weight and losing physical strength. But prairie horses don't, they can be bred extensively, and they don't have to wait like an uncle - the warhorses in the Desmond stables. It's really offered like an uncle.

To put it simply, it is endurance, not ordinary endurance.

The steppe horse may not be a suitable heavy cavalry or knightly mount, but it is the most suitable light cavalry mount. Considering Desmond's tragic population, this breed of horse can improve the combat effectiveness and survivability of many soldiers at once. Really appealing to Cynroth.

But again, that problem, it's too far.

“…… yes, that's a problem. Xanalot is also aware of the problem, although both sides are keen to facilitate trade with each other and strengthen their ties in this way. However, the excessively long distance has always stood in front of the two of them, and it is insurmountable, "The problem of distance can create an eternal teleportation array, but the price of the space crystal nucleus necessary for the teleportation array ...... And the mana consumed...... What to do? ”

"Wait, Xanalot, what did you just say about the teleportation array?"

Sinloth's eyes lit up. Prairie horses do have a lot of attraction for him. In a moment of excitement, Sinloth directly grabbed Xanalot's wrist. Xanalot subconsciously struggled for a while, but in the face of Xinluos's deep eyes, the witch's heart was confused, and she actually lowered her head: "Eternal Teleportation Array, ordinary magicians teleport rely on their own magic power, and they basically can't bring many people." But what about the Eternal Teleportation Array...... It performs through many people at once. In fact, it is very close to the dark door opened by the black dragon last time, but because it is an intra-world teleportation, the power is not as exaggerated as the dark door. ”

"You're going to get it right, aren't you?"

"That's true, but the price of the space crystal nucleus is ...... All right. I understand. ”

Xanalot wanted to say more, but seeing Xinloth's sparkling starry eyes, the green-robed witch slapped her face and swallowed what she wanted to say—what the rich and willful said was probably what was in front of her. The number of Yuan Essence in this cargo is so large that it frightens people to death, and for him, the Black Dragon Princess is even willing to hunt down and kill across borders. And the most terrifying thing is that, theoretically, the Yuan Jing will recover on its own, although this speed is very slow. But if it is combined with Xinluos, the total amount of Yuan Essence that is so much that it scares people to death......

If you have to rank the richest man in the demon world or something. Probably the one in front of him - but fearing that the ladies of the Demon Realm would go crazy en masse, Andiel had to restrain his brother's abuse of the Yuan Jing.

The space crystal nucleus is a kind of strange creatures that live in the space gap after death, because of the strange environment of the space gap, even in the demon world where there are many strong people, there are only a very few strong people who can defeat them and successfully retrieve the space crystal nucleus. And even if it is a space crystal nucleus, if it is destroyed by the power of space in the teleportation array for a long time, it will be completely destroyed. And the inhabitants of the Demon Realm do not have a large demand for things like the Eternal Teleportation Array, even in the Demon Realm, there are only a few places, and it can be said that basically no one will go out of their way to hunt for them.

Because of this, the price of space crystal nuclei has not only remained high for a long time, but has also been in a state of price and no market...... But as long as the price is enough, the strong people will not mind going out of their way to make a trip. And the goods in front of you will definitely not mind that little money.

This is a super tyrant who buys rare materials and uses 10,000 tons to calculate.

And so the problem was solved so easily—though Xanalot was tempted to say that in terms of cost, Sinloth was at a loss to his grandmother's house. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem like Sinlos has paid any cost at all. That bit of Yuan Jing is just something that can be recovered in a few breaths for him...... Anyway, the problem is solved.

Well, solved.

If it weren't for the fear of sucking him to death with too much force, Xanalot really wanted to beat this loser violently.

Once you've solved the most difficult shipping problems, the rest are easy. A few minutes later, the two held each other's hands tightly, looking like they had met late.

A saber for a horse, a good knife for a good horse, a bad knife for a bad horse.

In the grassland, a good weapon is the foundation of a man's life. A good knife. It's definitely worth the high price. And a horse is definitely not an unacceptable price for herders who graze for a living. The weapons produced by Desmond are all of the 100-forged steel grade in terms of sturdiness and sharpness, and selling them at this price is in the eyes of the company. It's just a free gift.

Desmond was short of manpower, and even if he didn't mention the fact that all his soldiers were turned into light cavalry, the increase in livestock alone would free up a lot of Desmond's manpower. Ireland does not have a decent horse farm, horses are almost always imported, and the price of horses has always been high. And for Sinloth. The cost of producing a knife is so low that as soon as the small blast furnace is opened, the blacksmith beats it again, and it is simply as much as it wants. Is there anything more profitable than a broken knife for a horse?

This wave is not a loss!

After the high-five, the two looked at each other with very cordial eyes - what a good person. As soon as the two of them were excited, they couldn't care about anything else, so they took out the mare's milk wine and began to drink it again.

The age difference between the two is not small, one has three sons who can go into battle to cut people, and the other's first child has just been conceived in his mother's arms. But men. Obviously, I can't say how familiar they are, but under the influence of alcohol, the more these two guys look at each other, the more pleasing they become. In this mood, the two men who were somewhat drunk told each other what was hidden in their hearts without scruples.

It should also be born in the golden family, and after converting to the empire, it is also a big family. It's just that the middle-aged man doesn't seem to want to talk more about what happened when he was young, and all he talks about is what happened when he was young. For example, going to rob marriage with his brother is as strong as his first wife. fought to the death with the enemy, not only broke through to the realm of the sun, but also added a son to his wife when he returned. Under the painstaking management. The Qiyan tribe finally grew stronger, but encountered a terrible blizzard...... The ups and downs of decades have been told little by little.

Compared to the speed of the game, the experience of Sinloth did not have so much blood and fighting. But it is also fraught with danger. At the age of sixteen, he became an official fief nobleman of the empire, but he was faced with a territory full of holes. There should be a brother to help him, but at the beginning, Xinlos was really alone. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to always meet the right people...... Now the governor insisted that he go with him to join in the crusade against the powerful northerners, and he did not know what to do.

Although drunk and hazy, Sinloth finally managed to hold on to the final limit. Concealed the affairs of the Demon Realm and the White Sect.

"It's not easy......"

It was time to throw away the empty wine bag, and he shook his head as he looked at Cynlos, gradually feeling a little confidant. The young man in front of him is like himself when he was young, although he is capable, but the world seems to be full of malice towards him, and all kinds of troubles emerge one after another. But...... Many of the past events that I thought I had forgotten slowly came to mind, and my heart was gloomy. He took another sip of wine, and after a long silence, he suddenly said, "Sinloth, be my Anda." ”

Xanalot, who acted as the translator, was stunned for a moment, and looked at it with strange eyes.

"What's the matter, Xanalot, what did he say?"

When the two men spoke, Xanalot had been silently acting as a simultaneous translator, never saying a word more, why did she suddenly stop now?

"He should have wanted to ......" The green-robed witch rolled her eyes and smiled indifferently, "I should have said that I want to form an alliance with you." ”

"Oh, the alliance...... Then let's knot. ”

……

Seeing Xinluo nodded, he should have looked very happy. He had a wooden bowl fetched, and poured a small half bowl of mare's milk wine into it. In a flash of golden rage, he had already slit his wrist and let the blood flow into the wooden bowl. After doing this, he didn't care about stopping the bleeding, but handed the bowl directly to Xinluos.

Bad habits......

It's really stupid to make a blood alliance or something, what to do with tetanus? What to do if you cut an artery? Even if there is nothing wrong with it, but the smell of blood is so disgusting, who has nothing to drink that thing. But just now he nodded, so naturally it was not easy to regret it. The drunken Earl laboriously pulled the pink rabbit out of his boots, and without hesitation, cut his wrist.

A moment later, the entire wooden bowl was filled with the blood of the two men.

"Be careful, don't put so much ......"

Xanalot came to Sinloth's side and tapped a finger on his wrist to stop the bleeding. And he should have treated his wound haphazardly, and he looked at the wooden bowl in Xinluos's hand. Suddenly grinning, ignoring Xinluos's reaction, he directly snatched it and poured a large mouthful.

It's time to take a few sips. He returned the bowl to Sinloth. He wiped the blood from his lips as he laughed and said something to Cynroth.

I'm older than you, but if I want to be an older brother, naturally I'll drink it first.

"What did he say?"

"He said he did it first for respect."

"Oh......"

Xinloth didn't know what the hell Xanalot was doing, since the other party was so refreshing. Then he naturally does not want to lag behind. Forced to endure the strange smell of mare's milk wine mixed with blood, the Count tilted his head and drank the liquid from the wooden bowl.

Seeing this, I should also slap my hands and laugh. He took something out of his bosom and threw it into Sinloth's arms. The Earl subconsciously caught it and found this thing in his hand...... Kind of familiar.

It turned out to be similar to the Abyss Crown tied to his hair, a small crown-like hair ornament.

[Iron Ancient King's Crown: One of the fragments of the Sun Crown, which hides a great secret. Listen carefully, it seems that there is a ghost telling you something...... Believe it or not, this thing has unspeakable benefits for the practice of magic......]

Powers are overdrawn in order to protect Sinloth. In the crown of the abyss, which had become extremely dim, a pitch-black light flashed. And the crown of the Iron Ancient King also seemed to glow with a gray light...... Sinloth rubbed his eyes, not sure if he was mistaken.

But since the system says so, then he will take it.

This is the ancestors of the family in the depths of the grassland, it is said that when this thing was picked up, it exuded immeasurable light, and it was clearly visible within a radius of dozens of miles. I don't know if it's true or not, but I see that you have one of you, so I'll give it to you.

He should have whispered something, but Sinloth didn't understand it at all.

"It's for you to call the exchange of tokens."

"That's ......"

After the blood alliance, it is the exchange of tokens. That's normal. It's just that Xinluo came out in a hurry this time, except for the pink hairy rabbit who never left his body, he really didn't have anything decent on him. The Count groped around and looked helplessly at Xanalot.

"Okay. I got it. ”

Xanalott touched and touched and pulled two eggs out of her hood. Feeling the powerful traces of the fire element on the egg, Cynlos was stunned for a moment, and then showed a relieved expression - isn't this the two fire eagle eggs on the fire crow that he killed when he was playing Battle Royale in the Demon Realm.

In an environment like the human world, where magic is lacking, it is difficult for the Fire Eagle in the state of elemental eggs to survive until it is born. Back in Desmond, things were complicated. Sinloth had long forgotten the existence of these two things. Unexpectedly, it was taken by Xanalot.

"Here you go."

Xanalott tossed an egg to Yesugai, and just as she was about to retrieve the fire eagle egg, she saw Assasin looking at her with cat's eyes open, unblinking.

"Okay, I've got this for you."

"Thank you, Sister Xanalot, meow!"

Sinloth looked down in amazement at the cats who were rubbing their round faces against the eggs of the fire eagle - he didn't expect this little guy to be quite good at talking.

Although he is an egg, the men of the grassland have never been confined to those forms. Anda in the steppe language is actually a brother in the imperial Chinese language. For brothers, it is not important the value of the gift exchanged at the time of worship, but the heart. He didn't care about it, and accepted the egg with a smile.

What's more, this is clearly not an ordinary egg.

……

The relationship between the two parties was already close, and after the marriage of Chubb, the relationship is even closer. It is time to become more enthusiastic, not only to drink by himself, but also to constantly persuade him to drink. Xinluo was already confused, and he almost got drunk when he made him do this.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been drinking, and the mare's milk wine bags around them were all empty. He quickly threw away the bag and yelled at the crowd. A moment later, an unkempt boy carrying a few bags of mare's milk wine came to the side of Yesusaki.

Sinloth opened his hazy eyes, barely making out the figure in front of him.

"Isn't this the same teenager who fought a lot of rounds with Arien Heard last time...... Oh, by the way, he's the eldest son of Yesokai...... What's it called......"

It took a long time for his drunken head to remember what the other party was called, and after a moment of pain, Cynroth put the matter aside. And at this time, he should have slapped his son's head and said something vaguely. The boy's face was full of surprise, but he still carried a bag of mare's milk wine and came to Xinluos's side.

This is my Anda, your uncle Sinloth. Temujin, why don't you hurry up and toast?

The boy held the bag in his hand and said something loudly to Sinloth. The Earl did not understand as always, but after a little thought, he understood the boy's intentions. A dazed Sinloth took the bag, smiled at the boy, and rubbed the boy's nest-like hair.

Uncle, Temujin respects you.

"Well, good ......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Yesugai himself is not famous in history, but his son is the Great Khan