At dawn, Cheese and Lothar go to a nearby river to wash their bodies. It had been a long time since they had found a stable source of water, and although the mage had his own way of keeping his body basically clean, the feeling of the cold river flowing through his skin was still nostalgic. Of course, the purge was just an excuse, and the two men had other things to discuss.

"Which one do you believe in those two people?" asked Lothar, standing in the river, with a rather unsightly expression. It is no wonder that Uvel and Wuqi, as the leaders and shamans of the Shale tribe, give different answers to the same question, and the two answers do not seem to be absolutely incompatible, but they do have contradictory parts in terms of the underlying meaning behind the narrator's language. So the question now before the group is, who should they believe.

"Let's sort out the information we got first, starting with the leader. Cheese didn't go into the river, he just wiped his arm with a cloth dipped in water. The morning on the prairie was still cold even in summer, and the mage did not have the physique to withstand the cold like the earl. Moreover, taking off the gray robe in a strange place is unimaginable slack for him.

"According to Uvel, they were threatened by the Skinners. Wu Qi went to discuss with the Skinner, and the final result was that Shah Le and the other two only needed to hand over the sacrifice, and there were no longer too many requirements for the origin of the sacrifice. Lothar paused at this point, "Honestly, we only need to ask Wu Qi about this matter to find out if it is true or false, if this is a lie, I can't think of a reason for the leader to say this, the shaman is in our hands, doesn't he know that he can debunk it with a simple inquiry?"

"Don't forget the state of Wu Qi. Cheese reminds that when they first infiltrated the shaman's tent and attempted to hijack its owner, Wu Qi was in some kind of extremely dangerous situation. It was Lothar's accidental action that dragged the caster out of it and into a deep sleep. When he woke up from his slumber, he repeated the word knot like crazy, and it was cheese that calmed him down. Thinking about it this way, if Uvel knew what Wuqi was facing, and Cheese didn't wake up Wuqi in time, they wouldn't have heard another version of the explanation at all.

The mage's words caused a silence between the two, and the Count immediately thought of something, "If it is as you say, then the shaman is not very dangerous now?"

"Not really. Cheese stopped his companion who wanted to put on the leather armor, which he had thought about before he came, "Now and then, first of all, Wu Qi is not alone now, you seem to be underestimating our little girl a little. She was able to defeat a blood clan of the same level as Shande by herself, and a few steppe people couldn't help her. Besides, since the shaman has woken up, he is still the spiritual leader of the tribe. In a sense, the clansmen relied on him more than their opponents. ”

Lothar frowned, and it took a few seconds to put down the worry in her heart, "So the liar is Uvir?"

The mage shook his head, "The shaman's words cannot be fully trusted. He's been through some really bad things, and we don't know Wu Qi before he went through them. Shamans are the conduits that communicate with heaven and earth, and as such, they are also the most easily possessed. Even I doubt that the person we see is still a human being. ”

These words send chills down the back. The Count felt as if the water was about to freeze behind him. Then his doubts deepened, "Neither of them can be trusted, so what should we do? Find a way to leave as soon as possible? Can we escape? It's a grassland nearby, and we have nowhere to hide." ”

"No, we're already in it, and that's the joy of travel, isn't it?" said Cheese in a relaxed tone, enjoying the tension he hadn't felt in a long time. Life in the tower had left the mage's body on the verge of moss, and the mystery and complexity of the events he had encountered on the steppe awakened him to another side.

Lothar laughed too, and unlike Cheese, the Count had already made this adventure his last. After accomplishing his goal, the responsibilities and obligations of the Count of Montenegro and the many things that happened as Helen's father would make it impossible for the man to leave his castle again. Even if the castle is the size of a territory or even a country, it is still a castle.

"Well, I'll be by your side as always, Mr. Wizard. ”

Because of the Count's exaggerated words and movements, they both laughed loudly, and it grew louder and louder, and the two old friends had not laughed like this in a long time. Although they smile a lot and are happy about many things, this joy of going on adventures with a partner who can trust their lives is hard to replace, and it is something that can only be enjoyed now, until they grow old.

The laughter quickly subsided. Not because of their restraint, though, but because of the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar. Lothar quickly dressed, and covered her face with a turban that did not match that of the steppe people. Cheese pulled up his hood and let the sun's shadow serve as his veil. The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, perhaps attracted by their laughter, and a shadow appeared in the direction of the sun in their field of vision. It looked like a man on a horse, but when he got closer, the two realized that the shadow belonged to a single creature.

Centaurs, or simply centaurs, are creatures that are commonly found in myths and legends. It is said that they are the beings who can walk the longest distance in the world every day. It is said that they were the archers who pierced through the Yang at a hundred paces, and the cavalry who fought against one hundred by one. It is said that their predatory nature is the manifestation of the cruel laws of the steppe.

One of such a legendary ethnic group stopped on the other side of the river in the sun. Because of the sunshine, it was impossible to see the details of his body, and only when the rough voice sounded could he prove his male identity, "Where's the Shale Ministry? ”

"Four-legged messenger, why are you here?" asked Cheese rhetorically, in the words of the prairie, as far as he knew, centaurs lived in the deeper expanse of the prairie and would not be present in this area. Moreover, being able to use the unruly centaur as a messenger, the mage was also very curious about the identity of the sender.

The centaur messenger obviously didn't expect this robed man to dare to ask about his origin, but he thought about it, this place is quite remote for the entire grassland, and the beloved kingdom of the blue lion is not a rich country, and the few tribes that live here are small groups that are not well-arranged, maybe this is the fearlessness of the ignorant. In addition, he had already run a long way, and now he was only thinking about completing the task on him as soon as possible, so he swallowed back the sarcasm and sarcasm that had risen to his throat.

"I have come on the orders of the Lord of the Wolves to deliver a letter to the head of the Shale tribe. You'd better not waste my time. ”

Wolf Lord, another unfamiliar title. And this title is beyond the knowledge of Cheese and Lothar. But it doesn't matter, they know who to ask.

"Go upstream along the river and you'll soon see the tents. ”

The messenger who received the answer said nothing and turned away. Leaving two people to watch his back.

"What do you think?" the mage asked for his companion's opinion.

"Looking at that guy's size, I definitely don't want to run into him on the battlefield. But I'm curious, do you say centaurs eat grass, or do they eat like us?"

Cheese blinked, made laugh at the Earl's half-serious, half-joking question, "We'll find out soon, won't we?"