It is normal for Batu to feel at a loss, although the burial methods of people on the grassland are similar, but the wolf lord is the wolf lord after all. Although he now has only one skin left, he is still respectable as the ruler who once controlled the vast area nearby. Although the Antelope Division, which relied on the Fierce Hammer, did not actually have a close relationship with the wolf master, Batu couldn't help but give this skin a lot of respect. And when the skin hit the ground, he didn't know what to do next.

The rest of the group, including Kailas, who had an intimate knowledge of the prairie customs, did not speak, and they turned their gaze to Nuisa. Anyway, it was her father, and she was the only one present who had the authority to make a decision. Whether to identify this as the will of the spirits, or simply to treat it as an accident, is in her hands.

Nuisa didn't respond immediately. She stood up and walked over to her father's corpse, which had begun to decompose, and in a day or two even the horses would refuse to carry it again. It is said that the cubs of the beast do not stay with their dead parents for more than three days, because when the original smell of the parents is gone, they will not recognize what the corpse in front of them is. In fact, it is the same with people, when life passes away from a body, what remains here is only a pile of flesh and bones, which in itself no longer has any meaning.

"Bury him, just bury him here. This was different from what she had imagined, her father would have a more steppe ritual ending, and he would be put into a shallow dirt pit to become one with the earth in the silence and blessing of the people. Then the galloping hooves would trample the soil flat, and no one could disturb his peace again. Now, no one present is a member of the deceased's clan except Nuisa herself, who will be cut off from the world under the gaze of strangers. It's not much better than exposing the wilderness.

Several people looked at each other, it wasn't that they were taking care of Nuisa's emotions, it was just that they wanted to bury a person, at least they needed to dig a large enough pit, but they didn't have the tools. Tomahawks and scimitars were clearly not suitable for digging earth, and the most pragmatic way at the moment was to dig out a grave by hand, which was not an easy task. Besides, digging the graves of the dead is not something anyone can do. At Greylion, the work must be entrusted to a professional gravedigger. And on the grasslands, the gravediggers of the dead are equally particular.

Soon, the daughter of the wolf lord realized this, but she did not ask for anyone's help, as the only heir of the deceased present and the leader of the funeral, it was her own duty, so Nuisa crouched down and began to dig out the dirt with her hands little by little next to the place where the body had fallen. The process is not simple, the soil on the grassland seems to be soft, but in fact, the abundant plant rhizomes inside give it a strong structure that is far beyond imagination. Moreover, human hands are not as good at digging as animals.

It didn't take long for the slender fingers to swell, and the pink nails cracked and bleed red from the collision of the stones. Nuisa gritted her teeth and persevered, ignoring the suffering of her fingers, as if the ten fingers were not hers. The first one who couldn't stand it was Atta, and the female swordsman wanted to help, but was stopped by Batu. It was her father, and no one present was qualified to help her dig this tomb, as they were not from the wolf lord's clan.

The swordswoman's eyes were slightly reddened, and she was pulled aside by Kailas to prevent her from looking. Lothar and Batudo looked at each other for a moment, then closed their eyes slightly. Only Cheese kept an eye on Nuisa's every move, and when a fingernail peeled off her finger and fell into the soil, the mage sighed and quietly took off his shoes, letting the soles of his feet step directly on the ground.

The nails that had fallen into the dirt and were still stained with blood burrowed into the soil as if they were conscious in front of Nuisa. Before she could react to what was happening, a slight shock came from under her feet, and the daughter of the wolf lord subconsciously dodged to the side, and then, centered on the traces she had dug, a pit of one person wide and one person high suddenly appeared. The sand on the pits all fell downward, as if they were empty underneath. Sobbs, even through her hands, Nuisa knelt beside the pit, her mouth reciting words of praise to the spirits.

But the rest of the group looked at the gray robe, who was putting on his shoes. Cheese tilted his head and motioned for them not to speak. But when Nuisa calmed down, she realized that it was probably something to do with the wizard who could spit the mist out of her mouth. So she turned her head and looked at Cheese with a puzzled look.

"Don't look at me like that, you offered a sacrifice to the spirit of the earth, and it gave you a response, it's that simple. The mage said as a matter of course. Although it was a bit wrong to pretend to be the dancer after seeing the Earth Spirit with his own eyes, it was expected that it would not blame the Grey Robe for it.

Nuisa is not stupid, it is precisely because of her belief in the spirits that she clearly knows that the gods of the steppe people are not so easily invited. If a small nail and a lot of emotion could be exchanged for the help of the gods, then there would be no prey animals in this world, would there be no prey in this world, would there be no prey? Spirits are all-encompassing, but spirits are equally transcendent to all. If there is no such distance from the world, then how can they contain all the rights and wrongs of the grassland and the wider world from a higher place under a starry sky?

The daughter of the wolf lord looked at the mage with a complicated face, and was helplessly relieved in the latter's smile, giving up the idea of continuing to study and accepting the result. Silent kindness is often more difficult to repay than tangible help, but she has taken it to heart and will certainly try to pay it off in the future. Now, it's even more important to put that skin in the ground.

"Do we know that your father's burial place is really good? Generally speaking, the less people know about this information except for cronies and clansmen, the better. After completing the burial of the wolf lord, Atta asked Nuisa with some anxiety that she was quite touched by the wolf lord's daughter's previous act of digging the ground with her hands, and she did not want to be unable to observe the traditions of the grassland after Nuisa worked so hard.

The latter smiled when he heard this, "It's okay, I'm sure he won't mind you knowing." Besides, having me in charge of the funeral means that no one will come to worship him in the future. This may be the place where the wolf lord is not as good as ordinary people, and his sons are busy right now. ”