It's not easy to find one with a red sign in one of the many yurts, especially when Nuisa stubbornly leads her party down the most complicated path. She seemed completely unaware that the yurts, with horses tied to the doors, and piles of skins and other things, would not be empty, and she watched the colors of the signs in front of the yurts one by one in a way that wanted to be eliminated one by one. Batu and Atta were a little puzzled by this behavior, but because Cheese and the others did not stop it, but silently supported Nuisa with their actions, the two did not say much.

When they finally reached the northeast corner of the living quarters, they saw the red sign hanging in front of the door. At this time, it was almost an hour after they had paid for their accommodation. Batu and Lothar tethered their horses, especially Harold IV, a newly tamed stallion who was quite resistant to being tethered. After the Count had been appeased for a while, he reluctantly snorted and agreed. After Lothar stroked the hair on the top of his mount's head a few times, a voice of admiration came from not far away.

"You've got a good companion, and there aren't many people who can tame the wild horses and keep them in their own way. "The one who speaks is blind. Though he stood here alone, speaking to Lothar as if he had seen it with his own eyes, his godless eyes had clearly lost their purpose.

Lothar removed her hand from her mount and turned to the blind man. The other man looked to be in his sixties and seventies, and although his cheeks were rosy, the places that were not covered by the gray beard were full of wrinkles. The Count was keenly aware that the anomaly in the old man was not only in his words and actions that did not correspond to his blindness, but also in the clothes he wore in the same way as most of the steppe people. In order to ride horses and move conveniently, most of the people on the grassland wear clothes that are close to the body, and the cuffs and trousers can also be tied up, or wear gloves and boots to wrap these parts that may be caught in the harness. But this old man, the material of his clothes is obviously an expensive fabric with patterns, the cut and design are particularly casual, the cuffs and trousers are generously open, as if inviting the cold wind and flying insects to get into it, but to say that this is just a beautiful robe, judging from the skin exposed on the old man's chest, he is not wearing any other clothes except this robe. Such an outfit makes people think that the origin of the robe on his body is somewhat suspicious, but if this dress is really stolen or snatched up, how can it fit so well?

It is okay to collect and analyze a person visually and empirically, but it is not in a chivalric style to speculate on unwarranted speculation, especially with malicious intent. So even though the old man looked so suspicious, Lothar showed all the politeness he could, and he bowed slightly before he spoke, regardless of whether the other could see it, "I'm only borrowing its four hooves for the time being, and to me it's more like a friend of the same company." To my friends, I certainly don't want to limit it too much. ”

"Friend, can you think so, is it lucky or unfortunate for it in the end? can we really think of others from animals and people, people and people, and that?" said the old man, with a warm smile on his face, who was asking a question, but did not seem to want an answer from Lothar.

"I can't answer your question. But I know that in the place where I was born, people have a common understanding and a uniformly recognized morality, and perhaps, our circumstances are indeed different. But in these one-sided, which can be recognized by all, there should still be the possibility of dialogue between people. Of course, a friend of mine may have a better answer, he knows a lot more than I know, and if one day people in this world can truly understand each other, he will be the key to that. ”

"Do you believe that, or do you want your friend to have this ability, do you think he is too omnipotent? Haha, listen to our topic, where have you run before you know it? I'm an old man, I hope you don't get weird, it's inevitable that people will get old. However, when you trust your friends so much, maybe you yourself are also being trusted so much. My compatriots often say that the spirit of the horse has two faces. But what they don't know is that the neck of the horse spirit is not good, and it often can't be turned back when it turns to the other side. ”

Lothar frowned slightly, and glanced back at Harold IV. Horses love freedom, it's the nature of horses, so if you really respect your four-hoofed friends, you should let them enjoy that freedom. The Count never doubted this idea, but he sensed something in the old man's words, and why did he include Harold IV with the commonality of a horse? Does that mean that one day if someone proposes the so-called commonality of man, then everyone must abide by it, or else he will be excluded from it?

Such doubts only existed for a short time, and they were only a thought compared to mature questions. Thoughts come and go as fast as they come. The Count turned his gaze back to the place, but the blind old man, dressed in strange loose clothing, was nowhere to be seen. Is there really such a person? Lothar pouted, or did he hallucinate because he had told too many stories? It was useless to think too much, and the Count lifted the heavy curtain and entered the yurt, where his companions were discussing something.

"Are you really going? How can you be sure he's saying a hint and not a warning? Maybe he's telling you that the people living in the orange number are a threat to us. Or maybe he's just talking casually. You said yourself, you haven't seen that man, what if this is not what you think?" asked Nuisa, Batu sat down in his seat in the room, frowning. Lothar walked over to Cheese and gave him a quizzing look.

Nuisa said that the owner of the place had a relationship with her mother, and that she had shown the token and that the other party was supposed to help her. So since he mentioned the orange room, the people who live there should be able to support our next move. However, what Batu said also makes sense, time has passed, Nuisa has not met her current boss, and it is difficult to say that her mother's connections are still not solid. The mage explained the issue to the Count, but his expression did not seem bothered by the question.

"Do you know what's going on?" asked Lothar, usually when Cheese showed that look, he had already made a judgment.

The mage nodded, "When the sun goes down, you, me, Nuisa, let's go and see." ”