Pedigree, it's a very interesting thing. You can't control your own bloodline, I mean innate, he may be able to falsify his birth through acquired operations, but bloodline, what really flows in the body, can't be faked. Even if all the blood in the entire shell is wrung out and poured out, and new blood is poured into it. But there is nothing to be sad about, because not only do people have no control over their bloodline, but animals also have no control over their bloodline, pigs born in a pigsty may never see anything outside the pigsty in their lives, and rats in the field do not know what the lawn looks like when it is higher than the stalk. Is this a tragedy? Life cannot control its form, it cannot decide whether it eats meat or vegetarian, whether it is male or female, but it is unique because of it.

Being unique is often not a good thing, it means that when a unique individual encounters a unique problem, there is no one who can help and answer, it can only rely on itself. But when the world is full of unique individuals, the situation changes, and in the countless possibilities that are born in countless combinations, many possibilities are interrelated and produce results, which then lead to new processes. So the whole world becomes knowable and unknowable, complex and simple, and that's why there are so many dramatic things happening in this world, right?

The caravan slowly left the market, and the triangular fabric dyed white on the flagpole fluttered in the strong wind. This is the symbol of the Shiran, and it is as well known in the grasslands as the winter wolf, the symbol of the family. The bearded leader of the team held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other hand hanging casually at his side, his eyes wary of the vast land ahead. Although the prestige of the Shellan family is strong enough, the wolves who have been made almost crazy by the smell of blood will not care so much, and the soldiers who have gathered here have waited too long, their horses eager to run, their knives eager to drink blood.

"Team leader, someone is coming up from behind. The bearded man gently grabbed the reins and turned his horse's head to look at the rear of the group. Indeed, a horse was running in the direction of the bazaar. He blinked, no thief would be so anxious, and no thief would come and hijack the Xuelan family's pack team single-handedly. You must know that most of the members of this pack team have a lot of combat exploits in their hands, and only warriors who are respected by the Xuelan family and have both strength and experience can become a part of the family's economic lifeline. The equipment and manpower of this pack team were enough to rob some small tribes.

Generally speaking, such non-threatening comers are not taken seriously, and whether it is defection or other purposes, someone else will deal with it, and there is no need to bother the leader of the pack team. And the reason why the bearded man didn't do it was the horse. Good herdsmen will take horses, because horses are an inseparable part of their lives, and judging the quality of horses and judging the health of horses must be mastered by both warriors and herders. At this time, the horse that ran towards the pack team, although it was only seen from a distance, was already qualified enough to be dedicated to the patriarch of Xuelan, "What a horse." ”

Good horses, rare. After all, horses are not weapons and armor, not wooden furniture, porcelain utensils, just if left unmoved, it will be born, old, sick and dead. Even if there is no shortage of good stables on the steppe, the thirst for good horses, especially male horses, is still the habit of various steppe tribes. This time, the pack team didn't make much money here, although the purpose of the trip was really not about money, but as a team leader, if he could receive a good horse here, it would be the icing on the cake. But when the horse came near, it didn't look like the man on the horse had come to sell it.

The people who run the business are the most clever, especially the people who can be the team leader, although they may not be able to remember the ten lines at a glance, but the keen memory of people and property is probably especially above the mage. The bearded man could tell at a glance that the man and woman on this horse were the people who had just stood next to Lao Jiu's mother in the market. It's just that he can't make a connection between the two for the time being, but he begins to reflect on whether he has unconsciously said something that he shouldn't have said in the greeting just now. By the time he was quick to retrieve his previous memories, the steed had come closer.

"Greetings to you from the snow-capped mountains. Lothar, who was riding on Harold IV, gave a standard steppe horse salute to the other. He had to be glad that the inn he had stayed in was not too far from the West Market, and that the innkeeper had not done anything to him and Batu's horses before he disappeared, otherwise it would not have been so fast to catch up with the pack caravan on foot, though not impossible. As for this greeting, in fact, there is nothing to worry about, Xuelan's pack team has no intention of concealing its origins, as long as the fluttering snow-capped mountain flag is not blind, you can see it, and you don't have to worry about affecting the ninth mother and son.

"Greetings to you, too, visitors from beyond the prairie. Is there something wrong with you stopping Xuelan's caravan?" The bearded man had already handed the whip to his left hand as he spoke, and his right hand reached the hilt of the scimitar along the gap between his clothes, but all this was covered by the wide robe, and others could not notice it at all. As for why he is so vigilant, this is the same as Soma, the pair of men and women who came, not to mention the women, the men, from the appearance to the temperament they show, are definitely veterans of battle, such people are still better guarded when they don't know the enemy or the enemy.

"We want to buy goods from your caravan, and we hope it's still too late. The Count said calmly, and could sense that he was not in a hurry to buy something.

There is no reason not to do the business of door-to-door. Besides, even if the stranger in front of him had other plans, he had to listen to what he was going to buy, "I don't know what you want to buy? We have animal skins in perfect condition, as well as spices, incense, cheese, etc., all carefully selected goods." ”

"Simple, I want to buy, people. Lothar had a smile on her face, the slave trade was a common trade in this land, and those creatures who were treated as slaves were indeed treated as goods.

"That's a shame. We came out this time without live goods. What you're going to buy, we don't have. The bearded man laughed, too, but the more he spoke, the louder he became. It was a code, and the men in the pack team did not make any obvious movements after noticing this code, but their hands had already reached their respective weapons or pretended to check the cargo, but they actually grabbed the bow under the car.

"No, you must have the man I want to buy. The Count sat on his horse, as if he was completely oblivious to the other man's small movements, "Because what I want to buy is the twenty-fourth daughter of the wolf lord." ”