Many people, mainly those in areas infested by steppe herders during bad times, always equate steppe people with barbarism. In fact, this is not the case, the steppe people are neither savage nor ignorant, but the nomadic life is destined to have the same character as those trapped in the fields, so in the latter's view, they are indeed somewhat unreasonable.

However, even in areas hostile to the steppe peoples, there are still stories circulating with them as protagonists or supporting characters. Many of the episodes are in which the protagonist is persecuted or hunted down, has to flee to the grassland, falls to the ground in hunger and cold, or uses his last strength to knock on the door of the yurt.

The curtain of the yurt house, of course, could not be knocked. Someone who falls in the grass will not always meet a shepherd girl who happens to pass by. But even so, there is always one thing that is not wrong in these stories about herders, and that is the boldness and hospitality of being nomads. When a hungry man knocks on your door and asks you for help, even if he does not kill sheep and cattle to entertain him, at least let him enjoy the same diet as his master, which is the minimum courtesy. And when someone asks you for refuge because of the snow, no one will turn them away. Know that it was the spirits who let him come to your door.

Therefore, when there are natural and man-made disasters in the vicinity, the descendants of the grassland will not refuse to ask for help, and it is natural and undisputed. But what if on a night of war, on a bright full moon night, on a night when people are fighting each other, someone walks up to your door and asks you for refuge?

That's the question, the first thing you have to think about is whether this person will bring in the calamity that was originally shut out, and then think about whether he will be a deserter on which side, and whether he has malicious intent. These concerns are reasonable, after all, there is a lot of chaos outside, and no one has to consider whether it is a tired antelope or a hungry jackal who enters the door.

But then again, is there really anyone who would go to the brightly lit camp on such a night to seek refuge?

Cheese, it doesn't look like he's afraid. Although the gray hood on his head obscured half of his eyes, his exposed face and body movements showed calmness and steady.

"Who!" the guard guarding the camp took the scimitar in his hand, and two crescent-like weapons crossed in front of the mage to block the path in front of him.

The gray robe raised his head, revealing a smile that seemed to be helpless and kind, "I came all the way, and it was already dark when I arrived here, and I missed the opportunity to spend the night." The sky is not good, it is not very peaceful outside, I am afraid that there will be wolves to attack at night, so I want to spend the night here, I don't know if a few are willing to take it in. ”

The dignified tone was full of flaws, and the location of the wolf lord tribe was asked who didn't know the people on this grassland, how could they misestimate the time because they were in a hurry? Moreover, this is the core area that only the people of the headquarters can enter, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, so where will there be a hotel or something? If you are looking for an inn, you should go to the market, and that is the area where the traveler stays, not to mention, on such a full moon night, it is always safer there than here, and there are fewer rights and wrongs. But this person's mouth was full of flaws, and the doorkeeper didn't know where to start for a while after hearing it.

Everyone knows what this person really wants to say behind the flawed nonsense, as the law enforcers of the market, although these white-loving wolves' subordinates are not good people, they know the line between right and wrong better than ordinary people, and therefore, there will be one person in a hundred people who will keep this suspicious gray robe out, but they are the ten minority.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask if my master is willing to take you in. Stand here, don't run around, where the fire shines, you are safe. "The guard actually told the mage not to run around. Then he whispered a few words to his companion and turned and ran towards the largest white tent. This made Cheese feel a little at a loss, and he had prepared a lot of rhetoric in his stomach to create a mysterious enough image to arouse the interest of the owner.

"Meow. A cry came from the inside of the robes, followed by a black shadow leaping out of the gray robe and onto the mage's shoulder.

The guards who stayed behind strangely relaxed their vigilance a little when they saw the cat. When the black cat began to lick his front paws, he couldn't help but say, "This cat is very well raised." It's not easy to travel with it and still make it look so healthy. ”

Cheese was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes." But I've heard that people here don't have cats, and I thought no one would know about them. ”

"It's true that cats can't help hunting, they can't help drive sheep, they can only catch mice. There are really not many cats on the grassland. It's just that my owner likes cats very much and has raised them for a while, so we know some knowledge about raising cats. The guard replied fluently, completely unaware that he had revealed a lot of information. Maybe he doesn't think this information is worth keeping secret at all, a person likes cats, it's not something unseemly, so having a cat is not an unsightly thing.

However, when a master keeps a cat, even the guards guarding the door follow him so vigorously? If it is not for the sake of flattery, is it necessary to respond to the preferences of the master? Or is the relationship between the master of this place and this guard not in fact, as he says, a pure subordinate subordinate to the upper and lower, with a distinction between master and servant?

It didn't take long for the person who had gone to report before running back, and he carefully looked up and down the cheese's clothes, including the black cat on his shoulder, "Go in, the master is waiting for you in the main hall." ”

The mage nodded, and walked past the guards, who behind him looked back beyond the camp, seemingly reassured at him.

"Looks like we've got one thing wrong. The gray-robed gaze looked straight ahead, not knowing who he was talking to, "Perhaps, they don't need us to save them at all." What do you think?"

"Meow. The black cat standing on his shoulder stretched, and as a cat, of course, he couldn't understand people's questions.

The camp is not large, and it didn't take long to walk to the center, a white yurt, without a little variegation. Cheese stood in front of the curtain and paused for a few seconds, but the guard standing in front of the door didn't mean to open the curtain for him. Just as the mage was about to say something, the curtain was lifted from the inside, revealing a familiar face.

"It's cold outside, come in, freshly brewed milk tea. ”