The child was not seriously ill, at least in the eyes of the mage. So when he naturally told the child's mother that her child couldn't walk because bugs were eating at his leg bones, Cheese's collapse surprised him. Fortunately, the other people who heard the sound and drove out stopped the child's mother's crying in time, and did not let her voice attract more people. The mother and daughter who were pulled into the shaman's tent and the few people who pulled them in looked at each other in the light of the yurt, especially the mother, who was holding her child tightly.

"Don't be afraid, they are my followers and will not harm you. "Cheese knows what a woman is afraid of, just as the Greylion hates the Prairie Man, and the Prairie Man seldom feels comfortable after seeing Lothar's appearance. These two opposing nations have historically inflicted bloody blows on each other, and both seem to each other to be vicious killers.

"But he's not from the steppe!" the woman looked at Lothar with a monster look around her child. Fortunately, there was no second greylion man in the yurt besides the Count, Batu and Atalanta, one of whom was a steppe man himself, and the other who did not belong to either of the two, and in the woman's subconscious, Lothar was still a minority here. That's why she's barely able to talk to the mage instead of doing something even crazier. It's just that this fragile reason can be broken at any time.

"When the stars shine, the spirits protect everything. Wu Qi, who was originally lying in the blanket, suddenly spoke up at this time, "In the eyes of the eagle, is there a difference between voles and mice? Besides, this man had long since been converted to the spirits. ”

Lothar knew a little of the steppe language, and he nodded in agreement as the shaman spoke, but when the latter said that he had long since converted to the steppe faith, the count turned back with a suspicious expression on his face. The lying Wu Qi and the woman who couldn't see Lothar's expression didn't pay attention to his reaction, and continued their conversation, "Venerable Shaman, I respect your knowledge and vision, but I can't trust that a man from beyond the grasslands can be blessed by the spirits. It's just too much, it's unbelievable. ”

"Let him show her his tattoo, that's worth a thousand words. Wu Qi said this to the cheese, but it was not in the language of the grassland and the geas, it was a more primitive language. In the mage's mind, this language is often used in incantations as a bridge to the supernatural.

After being slightly surprised by the shaman's ability to speak, the mage hesitated, knowing that the tattoo on Lothar's body came from an ancient anomaly in the Sea of Heartless Bay that the local sailors called the Rope of the Sea God. Regardless of how Wu Qi knew that Lothar had such a thing, how could he dare to say that this tattoo was a sign of all spirits? You know, as a shaman, of course, he can use his own authority and mystery to guide and even distort the beliefs of his people, but there is one of the most basic conditions behind this completely unreliable faith propaganda mechanism in the eyes of ordinary people. Shamans must be full of devout faith in the spirits. A person who is not favored by the spirits is not a shaman, even if he has all the knowledge that a shaman should have.

Under such a premise, no shaman would use faith as a perfunctory or even deceitful tool, and they must be honest in such matters. So, what is the connection between the so-called Poseidon's rope and the spirits? Cheese wants to get the answer, but the problem is not there. With two gestures, the mage gave Lothar instructions to take off her shirt. With the tacit understanding of these two people, they can skip words in a lot of communication.

The Count chose to trust his companion, and in doubt, he took off his shirt, revealing the strange pattern of his forearm that spread from his shoulders and branched off his shoulder blades, like armor on his back and chest. The tattoos, with their curly edges, are immediately reminiscent of the tentacles of soft-bodied creatures, but at the same time, they are intricately woven together like ropes to form a dazzling pattern that overlaps on top and bottom.

Without warning, when Lothar exposed the tattoo in the air, the woman with the child fell to her knees, her hands raised in the air, and her eyes were full of burning and fearful eyes. For a moment, Lothar was even worried that the other party would pounce on her. But this did not happen, and the woman put her head deep into the ground until her forehead touched the ground, which was the most pious rite of the steppe religion, and was only used in the most important rituals of worshipping ancestors and spirits. At the same time, the people in the yurt could hear the phrases she kept repeating, a religious word that translates to "one who has been blessed by the gods."

Lothar and Cheese looked at each other, and they both saw the same confusion in each other's eyes. This mystery needs to be solved by Wu Qi later. At this time, after explaining the identities of the Count and the others, and deepening the trust of the seekers in the mage, their first task is to heal the unfortunate child. So Cheese took the frightened and tired emaciated body from the child's mother, and examined it further in the aroma of the burning herbs to determine the location and extent of the parasite in the child's body.

At the same time, Atta is doing her best to soothe her anxious mother, and as a young girl who regards finding her family as her goal in this life, the situation of the mother and son in front of her is enough to gain her sympathy. Although the female swordsman did not know the steppe language, sometimes comfort did not require the use of euphemistic and emotional rhetoric, just a pat on the shoulder, or put her hand on the opponent's fist clenched with nervousness. She was even surprised to find that the nomadic woman was not afraid of her because of her beastly ears, which seemed to them to be a sign of the spirits for their favor.

"When did this kid start having problems, did he do anything different before and after the onset of the disease?" Cheese was wearing gloves on his hands, and the parasite infection was worse than he thought, and even if he removed the worms now, the child would probably not be able to ride a horse again.

The mage's question was a little difficult for the other party, they were just ordinary shepherds, who worked all day long for their livelihood, how could they know so clearly when their children began to feel unwell? The child's mother thought for a long time, and finally gave a less certain answer.

"About three months ago, when the tribe was still grazing cattle further west, he would go and herd sheep for a while. He herded the sheep well the first time, and there were no wild beasts or other tribes in the vicinity at that time, so we allowed him to go alone with the hounds to the nearby pastures during that time..."

Cheese patiently listened to the narration, wrapped the powder made from several herbs and handed it to the other party, "I need some time to prepare for the operation, you and your child will come back the night after tomorrow." ”

After the woman left with the child with great gratitude, Wu Qicai said slowly in the blanket,

"I have an impression of the place she said. ”

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