Atalanta has seen a lot of armies, and for someone who has gone from ignorance to finding herself and even traveling alone to the northern tip of the world, she may have seen more countries than Lothar and Cheese. It's just that the female swordsman never focuses on the terroir and characteristics of these countries when she travels, she is always in a hurry, and when she arrives at a place, she can't wait to collect information about her background and the people who may give her background clues, and she doesn't care about other things, as long as they are not imminent.

It is doubtful that when a person closes himself off, what he hears and sees changes is meaningless, whether it is snow or flowers, and his mind is only about the things he cares about. Concentration does not mean that it is closed, it does not mean that the self is expanded beyond the world, it does not mean that it stops thinking and only follows the established track. It's not concentration, it's numbness.

Atta had been numb, because if she really cared about what she was going through, she might have discovered the black figure that was always around her, always secretly solving things that might cause her trouble. Fortunately, now that she has been temporarily freed from this isolation, after placing all her hopes in the library of the City of Ten Thousand Laws, which Cheese had promised, the female swordsman finally has the strength to see what the world around her looks like. This time on the steppe was very precious to her.

It was for this reason that she realized how different the people of the steppe were from the people she remembered as she watched the troops from various tribes walking through the streets under the guidance of the leader or leader. The men were not wearing iron armor, their weapons were casually strapped around their waists or behind their backs, and the march of the group was not arrayed but remained intact. The most important thing is that the faces of these people are not special on the outside, but through the faces, especially the eyes, the kind of unruliness that emanates from them, between man and beast, but different from savagery.

What if her parents were prairie people, or what if her biological parents weren't what she usually thought? This was the first time Atta thought about this question, she had never had such thoughts at all before, but she had ignorant fantasies about her parents, of course she had imagined that she was a princess of a certain country or a happy peasant girl, but now she realized for the first time that the footsteps of fairies were all over the world, and there were various civilizations in this world. The adaptability of humans has given them a far wider distribution than dwarves and elves, and the gap between them is not physiological, but cultural and intrinsic, no less than that of the two species.

The swordswoman was confused by the longing for the family, for she had learned from Nuisa that the family composition of the steppes was very different from that of the glaison and the lion-like nations, and that the so-called husband and wife were not the same thing at all, and that those who possessed status and wealth naturally had plural spouses, both male and female, and that families between the poor were often not formed by mutual affection. What if her parents were the same? What if she was born to one of a man's many female spouses, or if her mother was conceived by one of many male spouses, or even if her parents were not born in this custom union, but by some coincidence or worse?

Family, relatives, of course, are incomparably longing for a person who does not have them, but do they only see the good side of these things? The bondage given by the loved one is often the most difficult to get rid of. Those who take it for granted, those who tell it, and they certainly don't realize that what they are doing is different from what one member of the family thinks. In fact, even in a whole family, each member sees, hears, thinks and thinks differently, but blood connects them, kinship binds them, so people compromise with each other, tolerate each other, and become a united family. But is there also a control over personal choice in this compromise and tolerance, and when Atalanta finds her family, will she have to play her part in that kinship, becoming a princess, or a village girl, or will it become more complicated...

"Meow. The sound in her ears and a slightly damp licking revived Ata's spirits, and she looked at the black cat on her shoulder, whose eyes reflected human concern.

"I'm fine, I just thought of something. Thank you, my friend. The female swordsman gently stroked the back of the black cat's neck, which made a pleasant, low sound. But after the black cat's eyes opened, the worry didn't go away, Kailas had watched the child grow up, he knew what she was hiding and didn't say it, and now was not the time to ask.

"Look at that woman over there, her skin is so good, and her figure is also good. The whisper was hidden by the swordswoman's keen hearing, "Which one?

"Batu, let's go. Atta tugged at the falconer's sleeve, and the latter nodded after a brief moment of confusion, believing that Atta would not let him go for no reason.

"Oh, what about her?" Since he was leaving, naturally a few people came and a few people left, Batu naturally wanted to call Nuisa, but suddenly found that the daughter of the wolf lord who was supposed to be standing by his side was gone. At this moment, the two steppe people who saw Atta were also squeezing through the crowd and approaching, which made Atta feel very uncomfortable, she was now quite irritable after she had just doubts about her parents and her own goals, and she did not want to be swept into trouble.

"Batu. She called his name again, and the urging in her tone was very clear.

"But Nu," the falconer tried to explain, but halfway through his words, Mougins remembered that Nuisa was still in a state of not returning. Coupled with the growing power on his sleeve, Batu had to follow Atta's meaning first, retreating towards the other side of the crowd, while trying to search for Nuisa in the crowd. But until they withdrew from the crowd, the figure still did not appear in view, on the contrary, the two people who noticed Atta were more persistent than expected, and after the two of them withdrew from the crowd, it seemed that they had been targeted by a group of about ten people.

"Who are those?" Batu didn't have the hearing of a swordswoman, and he couldn't make out exactly what every sound meant in a noisy environment.

"A bunch of guys whose eyes say it's good or not, and what it's bad or not. The cat fairy lazily commented.

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