Long periods of travel away from people often have a sequelae, as evidenced by those who have survived long periods of time alone in the wilderness. The deterioration of linguistic ability, the primitiveness of social skills, and the detachment from the eccentricities of civilized society, all these things will gradually replace the habits that man has developed in group life in solitary life. And no one can say whether this change is a degradation or a return to nature. Perhaps, it is not so complicated, but it may not be possible for people to adapt to different living environments.

And even when a small group of people move together in the wilderness, loneliness can slowly erode their hearts, and suspicion of their peers, violence of mistakes, and lack of change in the environment can lead to all kinds of problems. Having lived as a seafarer for a while, Lothar knew how to avoid the frustration of his companions on such a journey. That is the story, through the way of storytelling, the original little intersection of the companions have the opportunity to appreciate and communicate together, and the hidden information in the story can also make them slowly develop a tacit understanding.

So, what kind of story is suitable to tell? Lothar had heard all kinds of things in this world during the period of Lost Heart Bay, as a port city, the seafarers of Lost Heart Bay came from all over the world, and the stories in their mouths also had their own characteristics. But because most of these stories are at the heart of the seafarers' mouths, the sea and the grasslands, but the geography is so different that it is difficult for Batu and Nuisa to understand what a lake with no edge can look like.

As a result, most of the stories known to the Count lost their appeal to their ears. But some of the stories are still very interesting, such as the story that happened around here, the story of the Grey Lion. In fact, this is not the first time that Lothar has told the story of the rat-man plague six years ago, he has told it to the seafarers in the Bay of Lost Heart, and he has told some fragments with Hela, perhaps because he was born to be a bard, or maybe it is the experience he has seen in the book in the past, in short, when Lothar began to tell the story, even the cheese who was the subject of the story was attracted by his description and emotional ups and downs. It's just that soon, the gray robe discovers that the story of Lothar is quite unfamiliar to him.

This strangeness has two aspects, the first is that something he has not seen or experienced is added to the story by the Earl. It's not hard to understand that what happens in reality is always lacking in drama, and of course there are facts that are even more bizarre than the most imaginative drama, but in general, reality is dull. The dreary reality can't be a fascinating story, so it makes sense to add a passage or rewrite something that the audience likes, and Lothar is not a historian, and they are not going to teach history now, so there is no need to tell everything so truthfully. Moreover, the truth itself does not exist in the memories of the individual.

On the other hand, when the story is narrated from Lothar's point of view, many things change from what Cheese originally knew. It was obviously a familiar person and thing, but when it came to the latter's mouth, it changed its appearance, and the most wonderful thing was that Cheese couldn't deny Lothar's statement, because it was the truth. Some of the facts are probably as much as the whole facts as Cheese sees. It's like a coin, two people say the pattern of one side each, but they actually say two sides of the same coin.

As for how much this story can be believed, it is difficult to generalize. Although Lothar changed the names of each character in the story, even changing the wizard's iconic grey robes, both Kailath and Atta could hear the familiar flavor of the story from their respective experiences. As for Batu, only the falconer remembers that there was an earthquake five or six years ago, which echoes the collapse of the city in Lothar's story. As for the disease that turns people into rats? I'm afraid it's even more unimaginable than skin-skinning.

There is always an end to the story, just like the journey will always reach the end. When they crossed a small hill and saw many white clouds on the grassland, a smile appeared on the faces of the group. Those clouds are tents that are connected together. Maybe civilization is not as complicated as we think, and when enough people live together, they can naturally form civilization. And the feeling of civilization is not only in the exquisite carvings and documents, it exists in every corner of life.

"Freshly killed lamb!Fresh lamb!The blood hasn't dried yet!"Spices!The best spices!" "Bright flower cloth!Let's take a look at the patterns that the nearby tribes can't make!"

The clamor made the market seem more crowded than it looked, and the crowd felt like it hadn't been crowded for a long time as they strolled through it. Of course, this is mostly just their psychological effect, not to mention whether the road of the market is really congested like that, the smell of these people alone is enough to make most people stay away from them.

"Where shall we go now?" was addressed to Nuisa, the daughter of the Wolf Lord, who deserved a place in her clan, and once she got there, the mission was complete. But Nuisa didn't seem to be in a hurry to get home, her face was wrapped in a small veil that she had bought from the vendors, and she hid herself among her companions as she walked, either intentionally or unintentionally.

"I know of an inn, let's go there first. The eyes of the Wolf Lord's daughter wandered through the crowd of the bazaar, and she seemed to be looking for someone.

Lothar looked at Cheese and, with the mage's acquiescence, led the horse to the inn in Nuisa's mouth. Nuisa's decision wasn't so incomprehensible, and since someone had sent a killer to assassinate her, she might as well use the opportunity to observe the changes in the tribe over the past few days. Besides, with the foil of Cheese and a few outsiders, not many people will notice her at all, and she can use this advantage to start doing a lot of things in advance.

The inn on the prairie is a far cry from what some people think of as an inn, but in fact it is a patchwork of yurts, which are rooms, and for those who do not have the money and the heavy courtesy, the simple beds in some yurts are also a good choice.

"Three men and two women, plus two horses and a cat. If you are to live together, a large yurt is barely enough, and the cost of taking care of these two horses is half a day of silver. The innkeeper, a tall, thin man with a sun tattoo on his face, squinted his eyes and said to a few people. Not to mention his attitude, just the price he broke out made Batu subconsciously stand up.

"Half a tael of silver, that's enough to buy a yurt, and your price is too outrageous." "The inhabitants of the steppe call home all over the world, because there is no formed government, and naturally there is no decent currency. Most of the time, they choose to barter, but in places like bazaars, things that can be used in the human world, such as gold, silver, and precious stones, are used as a standard for quotations. If the trader chooses to barter, the seller will also make a corresponding valuation and consideration according to the goods provided by the other party, but the knowledge is very profound, and a trusted appraiser can often live quite well in the market.

The tall and thin man glanced at Batu, "Boys and strangers from the Antelope Tribe, you can ask where there is anyone here who will take you in." What's more, living with me can guarantee that your head will still be on your neck when you wake up, and this alone is worth half a tael of silver. ”

Batu wanted to say something, but Nuisa pulled him back, and she didn't say much, she took something out of her arms and put it in the other person's hand, and the person with better eyesight could see that it was a silver ornament carved in the shape of a leaf. The boss's expression did not change when he got the silver ornament, but there was a momentary pause in his movements. He took a breath and his eyes circled twice over Nuisa's face, "Your yurt is the one with the red sign. Just bolt the horse to the stake outside the house. Be careful, don't go to the wrong room, it's not good to go to the orange room. ”