is just dedicated to running the map business left by the deceased husband and raising his own children in peace, such a person will not be recommended by the white wolf to Lothar and them. Moreover, the Count himself could detect something unusual about this woman by some means, which made her words sound more like prevarication. However, this is not a bad thing, the more people who live in a noisy and chaotic environment, the more careful they must be to think everywhere, such people are of course difficult to deal with as opponents, but as allies are enough to place hope. That's why they happily accompanied the mother and son to see the caravan.

This woman is definitely more skilled than she seems. And such a clever market person, but she is also afraid of the current market, which should be her home field.

"Do you know which pack team left today?" Just as Lothar was still thinking about whether to continue asking, the other party took the initiative to ask a seemingly inconsequential question.

"I don't know. My companions and I don't know much about this, so please take the time to explain it to us. "In fact, there are not so many polite words in the language commonly used by the steppe people, but the Count's tone is enough to turn ordinary words into earnest and humble inquiries. This was part of the education, and at least as a nobleman, Lothar knew how to show respect to the other person.

"Hypocrisy. The boy holding his mother whispered, and was slapped on the back of the head by the woman. The force was so great that it almost knocked the boy over. And after this heavy blow, the woman immediately rushed to her son's side, and caressed the place where she had just been beaten in distress. The boy's eyes unconsciously filled with tears, but he held back the tears.

"I'm sorry, but I usually spoil this kid too much, so I let you see the joke. Lao Jiu, hurry up and apologize!" The woman dragged her child up from the ground and forced him to look at Lothar. Atta couldn't stand it anymore, although she knew that it was natural for parents to scold their children in many places, but now it was too harsh. The female swordsman couldn't help but ask the mother to let her child go, after all, the child was still too young to understand the meaning of those words between adults, and would hate overly polite and humble words.

Lothar stopped her, and of course he felt that the other party's punishment of the child was a little rougher. But he knows very well that mother and son who depend on each other will not vent their emotions on each other at will, and the mother's beating and scolding must have her reason. And this truth may not be clear to them who grow up in the environment outside the grassland. And so it was, and Kelas then whispered in Atta's ear why the woman had such a heavy hand, because in the steppe, especially in such a large tribe, the people who lived in the bazaar were not actually protected by the tribe, and they were not counted as people here. And people like this mother and son, who don't even have their own tribe, will simply be regarded as vagrants. Even if there is a white wolf presiding over the order, a steppe man with status to kill such a nomad is only to pay five ewes. The so-called steppe people with status, at best, are only family members or heads of the clan with a certain status, and they will not be more likable than the Count of Montenegro.

The boy's apology, mixed with choking, was inaudible. But no one really expected to hear an apology from this child, and the pleasure of getting pleasure from the submission of the weak was contrary to chivalry, not to mention that the other party was still a child. Fortunately, the people around me have long been familiar with parents beating their children, although there was a wave of sight at the beginning, and it dispersed after a few seconds.

This little episode passed quickly, and the boy who was beaten still carefully held his mother, although his eyes were red, but his face did not show the kind of grievance or dissatisfaction that he should have. This seems really strange to people, although children at this age have not yet reached the age of true rebellion, they should not learn to swallow their anger. Moreover, it was not only the boy who behaved strangely, but also the mother who behaved strangely. Ever since they first met, she seems to have been doing things that don't match her appearance and age. Also, although the child's father died, since he was called Lao Jiu, should he have eight brothers and sisters in front of him? Why had the mother and son never heard the existence of these people mentioned in the conversation between the mother and son? If they were also dead, then the woman could speak openly about her husband's death, and there was no reason not to mention the eight children. Of course, as a mother, the status of her children is likely to be more important than that of her spouse, and perhaps their deaths are so heavy that she does not want to think about them. But it still doesn't make sense.

"Jingle bells!" bells, tied around the horses' necks. Compared to the breed of horses favored by the warriors, these pack horses with bells around their necks were a little shorter and lacked strong leg muscles. However, if it is an ordinary war horse, it is impossible to achieve the task of being able to move at a uniform speed every day while carrying a large amount of goods, and the load of the war horse is only one or two at most, and it is difficult to run more. This is also why the elite cavalry on the steppe always carries a plurality of horses in rotation when they go out to fight, only in this way can they ensure that they have horsepower to fight at any time during the march at a constant speed.

Pack horses are not suitable for riding, but they are more resilient and endurant, and their diet is not as refined as that of war horses. So although many people look down on pack horses, they are still an important commercial core in the grasslands. Because of this, the tone of the whole pack horse is not so high, and when a whole team of pack horses is full of goods and is led by people on ordinary horses, it feels like a colossal beast, its every step is slow, but every step is full of power. It's just that the beast doesn't look laid-back right now.

"Mother, why don't they play flags or drums? Drying the snot under his nose, Lao Jiu asked his mother with some confusion. Indeed, the team that came now looked so heavy that it was suffocating, and even the sound of the bell, which should have been light, sounded like the screams of the whipped. It's hard to imagine a scene like this, which a child would enjoy.

"Silly boy, that's because the pack team set off to make money. Now they set out to flee. You see half of their packages are empty, and the other half is all unsold. They didn't sell or buy, and they must have lost money on this trip. The woman whispered, her eyes sweeping over the packets on the pack horses.

In any case, the pack team in front of him was really not magnificent, and there were not too many people watching along the street. This made the leader of the pack team, a middle-aged man with a big beard, see the mother and son from the crowd at a glance. He gently pulled the reins, stopped in front of the two, and then rolled over and dismounted.

"It's been a long time, Mother Jiu. The year is not good, we did not buy the map this time, I hope you can understand. ”