During the day, the savannah is shrouded in the scorching sun, and the temperature is very high in the unsheltered places, but at night, the temperature drops rapidly and cools down as the sun loses the scorching heat.

The convoy had stopped and formed a circle, surrounded by a rough fence, and in the middle of it was a large bonfire around which the people of the tribe were singing and dancing.

"The great Talemond guides us on our way, destroying the devil's lair, with the vigorous elves as his guards, and the people of the savannahs as his loyal servants......"

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the people around the campfire sang loudly, the key was quite good, and the sound was very good, although there was no unified conductor, but under the guidance of the drums, their singing voices were surprisingly unified. The dance of the tribal people is also very conspicuous, although it is not exquisite, but it is very rhythmic and rhythmic, full of movement.

As for the children who ran around during the day, they were still full of energy after a day of tossing, and continued to run around, shuttling in and out of the sleeping carts, and the sound of laughter and music was intertwined.

In addition to singing and dancing, more people are eating dinner, and in such a lively atmosphere, drinks are naturally unavoidable.

Norman is now under attack from alcohol.

"Goo-go ”

After a few words, Norman swallowed a bowl of spirits into his stomach.

When a black guy standing in front of him saw this, he also stubbornly picked up the wine bowl in his hand, and drank all the wine in the bowl with difficulty, but his cheeks were bulging, as if he was about to spit it out, which made the people around him look nervous. Fortunately, the young man closed his mouth tightly, his throat moved up and down, and finally swallowed the drink, and the expressions of the people around him relaxed.

Although the young man drank the bowl of wine after all, his figure could not help but shake, as if he could not stand steadily, and his dark face turned red—it was not easy to make the faces of these fellows on the Pengke prairie redden.

The people around looked at Norman and the lad with wide eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man in front of Norman slowly bent down, wanting to lift the jar at his feet and continue to pour another bowl of wine, but before his body could all bend down, he sat on the ground with his ass on his shoulder, and the wine bowl in his hand could not be grasped, and he rolled to the side.

"Wow!"

The people around them immediately cheered, and several men cursed as they took out a few copper assays from their bodies, and the people standing next to them took them with smiles on their faces.

"Another one!"

Angus, who was standing next to Norman, shouted loudly, his face full of excitement, and called out to the four circles: "Is there any more! Where is the next warrior!"

The group of people around Norman were men, women, old and young, and the fat and plump girls all looked at Norman with a hint of spring, and the boys were resentful, and seemed to want to come up in person. But under Angus's call, these young men are just you look at me, I look at you, and none of them really came up.

5 have already fallen, but the face of this guy who came from outside has not changed at all, it is really terrifying.

They have never seen such a drinkable person, and they really don't have any confidence that they can defeat each other, if they really want to be tough, it is very likely that they will be the same as the previous people, not only did they not act prestigious, but let the other party get out of the limelight.

Norman stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the people around him, his eyes a little helpless.

It wasn't the first time he had been drinking, and he had often attended prom parties during his time at Nicaro, but on those occasions there was never anyone to persuade him to drink, let alone fight wine.

Those aristocrats have always drunk their own together, even if they persuade them to drink, if they don't want to drink, they only need to politely raise their glasses, and the same is true in the market tavern, this is the first time he has encountered a situation where he forced the other party to drink.

Peng Ke Ling is indeed an extremely unique collar in the kingdom.

was poured wine one after another, and under such a wheel, ordinary people would have fallen down a long time ago, but fortunately, Norman's body was no longer a normal human under the influence of the "Funeral Heart Sutra", so it was okay to drink for a long time, and his brain was still very clear.

I just don't know when this boring activity will end, and he still has something to do.

Thinking of this, Norman's gaze subconsciously flew past the crowd and towards the outermost part of the eastern side of the camp.

There was a large dark shadow, which was the cattle and sheep raised by the tribe. In the vast darkness, Norman really couldn't find what he was looking for at once, and at this moment, a voice came from the left.

"Preston guests, you have an admirable amount of alcohol. ”

This is an old voice, very old.

Norman withdrew his gaze and looked towards the source of the sound, seeing that the tight crowd on his north side had parted, and an old man was walking slowly towards him.

Unlike the two-stage service that the rest of the tribe had in common, the old man's clothes were very dense, tightly wrapped layer after layer, but his clothes had not been washed for a long time, and the stains had accumulated in many places to blacken.

It was none other than the Elder Khufu who had danced the Great God at noon.

Elder Khufu's prestige among the tribe was obviously very high, and as soon as he arrived, the people around him who were still making noise before immediately fell silent and quietly dispersed, and soon Norman's side was empty.

Norman also greeted the old man, "Good evening, Elder Khufu." ”

As for Preston in the mouth of Elder Khufu, it is the name of a territory in the kingdom, close to the Penco Prairie, and Norman's statement to the tribe is that they lied that they came from Preston to the Penco Prairie to do business, but unfortunately they got lost, but fortunately they were picked up by the tribe, so as not to get lost in this vast prairie.

Chen Qinghe and the three dragons were standing beside Norman, but they didn't react to the arrival of this Elder Khufu, and they didn't bother to say hello.

This is also normal, after all, these are noble dragons, let them say hello to a tiny bug?

However, Chen Qinghe is somewhat different from the other two dragons.

Maybe it was because Chen Qinghe had traveled in Augustus for a long time, or maybe it was because Chen Qinghe's personality was relatively gentle and approachable, although he didn't take the initiative to say hello, he still smiled at Elder Khufu.

Qin Hao and Zhang Han were rude to the other people in the tribe and didn't want to pay attention to them, but now that Elder Khufu came in person, these two guys still had no one in their eyes, which made the faces of the few tribesmen around who had not dispersed immediately become ugly, and all of this was seen by Norman.

Norman knew that he couldn't expect these dragons to get along well with these people, and it would be good if they didn't fight, so he had already prepared himself for a spokesperson. Now seeing the strange appearance of these people around him, he immediately said, "Elder Khufu, these friends of mine are quite shy and not used to communicating with people. ”

The surrounding tribesmen were very concerned about Qin Hao's reaction, but Elder Khufu himself didn't seem to mind. After hearing Norman's explanation, he nodded and said with a smile, "It's okay. Talemond once said that people are born with two hands and one mouth, in order to want people to do more and talk less. It's good for your friends to do that. ”

After Elder Khufu's words came out, the slightly dissatisfied eyes of the surrounding tribesmen were then retracted.

After Elder Khufu finished speaking, he glanced at Norman's face again and said with a smile, "Honorable guest, you don't seem to have drunk enough?"

Seeing that this Elder Khufu seemed to be about to persuade him to drink, Norman hurriedly said, "No, no, no," and then he smiled bitterly again, and said: "Actually, I don't usually drink much, and I don't know how to drink, but today is the most drunk in my life." ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding tribesmen became strange, and their mental activity seemed to be visible from their faces: You say you can't drink? You can't drink alcohol, so what are the young men who are drunk by you, who usually boast that they drink very well?

Elder Khufu still just smiled and nodded, and said, "Actually, tonight can be so lively, everyone sings and dances together, and drinks happily, and I want to thank you." ”

Norman asked rhetorically, "We?"

Elder Khufu nodded and said, "Yes." In order to cope with the accidents of this migration, in the past, the tribe was absolutely not allowed to drink alcohol, but today is different. You brought the news of Talemond and let us know that Talemond is back in the savannah, and in order to celebrate Talemond's re-arrival, this is why today's party is happening. ”

Norman let out an "oh" that counted as a response.

Elder Khufu said, "Guest from afar, I see that although you have drunk a lot today, you are all drinking the wine of the young men. You can taste the girls' wine, I'm sure it will taste much better than the lads' wine......"

Norman and this Elder Khufu chattered for a long time, mainly Elder Khufu was talking and Norman was listening. And under Elder Khufu's chatter, Norman also understood why this Elder Khufu took the initiative to chat with him.

The Elder Khufu seemed to have a desire to reconcile his marriage with the tribal girls, and wanted him to stay in the tribe.

Norman knew that he was handsome and dashing, and he had the blood of Deeltnas, and he was endlessly charming, but he didn't expect that even old men in their seventies and eighties could be attracted and wanted to recruit themselves in the tribe. However, of course, Norman was not interested in this, and he couldn't say it directly, so he had to play Tai Chi with this Elder Khufu all the time, talking nonsense for a long time, and finally dealt with Elder Khufu.

After dealing with Elder Khufu away, Norman took advantage of the fact that the scattered crowd had not yet come up, hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away at once, but he deliberately did not bring the three dragon clans and let them move freely - Qin Hao and Zhang Han are now looking at Norman's horse, so they naturally obey orders. Chen Qinghe is Norman's sworn eldest brother, and the younger brother wants free space, and it is very safe here, so there is no need for him to force him.

The people were still partying, but the beasts were already asleep with the sky.

The thick-armored oxen, who had toiled all day, lay on the ground and entered into their dreams, and the carts with their unloaded sets stood in the camp like hills, pulling out the moonlight and the firelight for bursts of shadows, and every now and then a small child would burst out from some dark corner, and let out a laugh like a silver bell.

Norman walked briskly through the shadows.

The footwork taught by the Knights Templar, which he had mastered over a long period of practice, was now being used, and combined with the effect of the Heart Sutra of the Funeral Sun, made him float as lightly as a leaf towards the east side of the camp. Even the occasional drift past a child hiding behind the pile-up of debris on the cart was so fast that the child didn't even have time to see clearly, wondering if he was dazzled, let alone the adults who were partying around the campfire.

In this way, Norman soon came to the outskirts of the camp on the east side.

The cattle and sheep of the tribe gather here.

Unlike the thick-armored cattle, most of these ordinary cattle and sheep have not yet fallen asleep, and the soft bleating sound can be heard from time to time.

Norman's gaze wandered in front of him, and finally locked onto a direction, and then he stepped into the herd of cattle and sheep, and walked in that direction, but instead of using the footsteps taught by the Templars, he was completely like a normal person.

Half an hour later, he walked to where he wanted to be.

In front of Norman's eyes was the Sins woman.

The tall woman was sitting on the ground, holding a small, notched crockpot in her hand, and constantly pulling out some mushy stuff from it and stuffing it into her mouth.

The faint light of the moonlight could not hinder Norman's eyes, and he could clearly see that the mushy thing looked like some fruit had been mashed, and there were tiny twigs, leaves, and even some black and white things that seemed to be insect corpses.

After the woman stuffed her mouth, she did not rush into the crockpot to take out the second time, but encouraged her cheeks and chewed carefully. It was at this time that Norman finally saw that her empty eyes, which had no aura at all, shone slightly.

Norman did not deliberately lower his voice, after hearing Norman's footsteps, the woman raised her head, and looked at Norman, the agitated cheeks also stopped at once, and the faint light in her eyes before was gone, and it became dim and empty again.

Neither of them spoke, just so quietly you look at me, I look at you.

The moonlight flowed and rippled between the two of them, and the wind on the prairie night gradually stopped, and time and space seemed to freeze.

After looking at each other for a long time, Norman's right hand came out of his clothes at some point, holding a wrap wrapped in cloth.

With a flick of his fingers, he unwrapped the wrapped package and held it in the palm of his hand, revealing the contents of his hand.

It's three blackened pieces of jerky.

The woman's gaze instantly shifted to the jerky, fixed firmly, and Norman smiled.

"For you. ”