Moments later, the group hit the road again, except that this time they had a clearer goal. Although it is only more explicit. Because they soon discovered that the city was really a little disorderly.

"Have you found where that felt avenue is?" Jian Qi asked as he led his horse back to the street lamp, half-complaining and half-deflated to his companions who were already waiting here.

Both Cheese and Atta shook their heads, and the female swordsman even brought even worse news, "Felt Avenue, I didn't find it." But I just passed by the narrow alley that only a child can get into, and guess what? The sign outside the alley says Pirate Boulevard! I really want to know if that road is really connected to Pirate Boulevard. ”

The mage and the sword seeker looked at each other, and then smiled helplessly. Atta was right, they had encountered this phenomenon as well, the names of places and streets in the City of Rushing Rivers seemed to have no correspondence at all, narrow streets could be called avenues, and wide streets that could allow two carriages to run side by side would have the suffix of small roads. This has brought great trouble to the people who are looking for the way, and no matter how great Rao is gray-robed mage's skills, he can't easily grasp the answer in this artificially constructed labyrinth. If you keep looking for it with this momentum, you may not be able to find that way until it gets dark. For the sake of today, we still have to make another plan.

"Alas, sighing here doesn't help either. In this case, let's go find a place to eat first, and ask the store store by the way, what do you think?" Jian Qi suggested. They, the outsiders, don't recognize the way, but the people who do business here must recognize it, and when the money is spent, the food is eaten, and the road is asked, and the plan of killing three birds with one stone is not risky, isn't it the best policy?

The other two did not object, but Cheese suggested that they should not find too large a storefront, preferably on a crowded street, so that the three of them could have spare time to watch over the salutes and horses. It's always right to be alert in an unfamiliar place, and the mage's words are executed as well. They turned back to the largest street they had just come out of the docks, searching the crowd for vendors who looked trustworthy.

In the middle of the walk, several people have a new understanding of the population situation of the rushing capital, and they thought that it was rare to encounter a dwarf by chance on the street, but after all, the dwarves are a race that is relatively close to human commercial trade, and there is nothing wrong with coming here to trade. What really surprised them was that there was an elf here, and this elf was still selling crafts along the street, which was a sight that would scare people out of their minds. You know, the long life of the elves makes them distrustful of other races, which makes them rarely have business dealings with humans, after all, the human kingdom does not seem to have existed for a long time, and a trade object that changes from time to time cannot be trusted. Over time, elves may go out and practice when they are young, but it is really difficult for them to fit into a society that is based on human lifespan.

The stall they finally chose to stop at was a mutton shop owned by a prairie man, and the unique taste of the mixture of smell and umami reminded both Cheese and Atta of their time on the prairie. Based on that period of life, they had a higher opinion of the steppe people than others. Pull out the chair and sit down, the horses are by your side, it seems that this habit of eating is a bit too cautious, but it is also a habit in the grassland.

"Two good horses. But the people here are accustomed to raising their horses from millet rather than forage, and it is best to say a word when you go to the inn. The shopkeeper skillfully stroked the manes of the two horses, and could see that although he was far from the grassland, the love of horses and the habit of caring for them, which he had cultivated since childhood, had not disappeared. ”

"Aren't you afraid that our horse was stolen?" Atta asked the shopkeeper with interest, she had been nervous since landing in the city, and was only now slightly relaxed.

"How dare you come to the steppe man's shop after stealing the steppe man's horse? I don't think you have the audacity to do so. Besides, those two horses are very close to you, and if they had witnessed the death of their master, they would never have been so close to an enemy. The spirit of the horse has two faces, and once it turns, it is difficult to turn back. The shopkeeper said happily, cutting off a few large pieces of meat from the lamb on the iron hook and putting them in the pot with the white soup beside him.

Many people believe that meat contains part of the soul or part of the power of the animal being eaten, so it is only after eating meat that you feel that there is an overflow of energy in the body. Cheese did not comment on this statement, but after a bowl of mutton soup, his expression did ease a little. Through the heat wafting from the hot soup, he also saw the other meat hanging from the iron hook in the butcher shop. That made his eyes change.

"Let me ask you something, do you know where the Iron Felt Avenue is?" Jian Qi snorted and finished eating his share of meat, not forgetting the target they were looking for.

"What are you doing in that bearded area? As far as I know, there's nothing to stay in there. The shopkeeper said casually. When the sword seeker tried to talk, Cheese spoke first.

"Let's go get something from them. No matter how bad the dwarve's temper is, their craft is always good. There was a smile on the mage's lips, but there was no smile in the depths of his eyes. Kenqi immediately realized that from the moment the shopkeeper began to inquire about the origin of their horses, Cheese and Atta had consciously or unconsciously shown a defensive attitude, which was different from their attitude towards the steppe people at the beginning. Why?

The shopkeeper finally told them the location of the Iron Felt Avenue, after the mage added a few coins to the meal money. Bidding farewell to the stalls, they continued to move forward in the unfamiliar city, and at this time, Jian Qi found an opportunity to ask about what happened just now, "Why are you so wary of that meat seller? You were the one who took the initiative to ask him before, what happened in the middle?"

"The steppe man has three companions, the dog, the eagle and the horse. In a crisis situation, they will eat part of the flesh of their horses, provided that the horse dies in battle or other natural deaths, and only its owner and recognized comrades are entitled to eat it. As he spoke, Cheese recalled, recalling the horse meat that Batu tearfully handed to him on that bloody night, "If that is to say that they eat horse meat, well, it is." But no matter what the circumstances, the steppe people will not eat their dogs. Horses are friends and comrades-in-arms, and hounds are family and brothers. We couldn't eat our family's meat, and the taste was suffocating. ”

Jian Qi gradually realized something from the mage's tone, there are also people in his hometown who have dogs, and they have a close relationship with dogs. And Atta gave his hunch a definite blow, "In that store just now, there was dog meat hanging at the back. I began to understand why that person had left the grassland, and that no tribe on the grassland would accept someone who had eaten dog meat. ”