Three days after the night of Alei's attack, a procession of two men, a woman, a cat, and four horses quietly left the market and headed in a direction unknown to outsiders. They did not stay in the tribe for long, and the three days were not deliberately delayed, but simply waiting for the old shaman to wake up from his coma and the results of the other shamans' divination on the whereabouts of the gray robe. It's not that they are not inhumane, and they don't care about the people who have just suffered a catastrophe, the tribe has been quickly repaired with the joint efforts of the heirs of the wolf master, and there is no shortage of these few people. And for the gray robe, they are indispensable companions.

The procession walked for another four days under the guidance of divination, and it was not until the seventh day of their departure that they saw the gray in the vast grassland. Cheese was walking downstream along the direction of the river. Lothar and the others pushed their horses and approached the mage from behind, but they didn't make any shouts or other sounds other than the sound of horses' hooves. They all knew what must have happened on the night of Alei, as evidenced by the attitude of the shamans when they told them about the divination. If it weren't for the fact that Licho and Enthought had asked them for the results, the shamans would probably not have helped.

Those who have been with Cheese for a long time will know that this person always has a lot of secrets, and these secrets do not exist to hide from others, on the contrary, the reason why these secrets become secrets is that it is better not to say them than to say them. So before this, Lothar had already greeted his companions, and when he saw Cheese, he should not ask him to cut his head and cover his face, and when the mage's thoughts were cleared, he would naturally tell them everything he could say. As for the part that cannot be said, who is qualified to let another person confess everything to himself?

The group remained eerily silent for hours, and Lothar looked at the sky and finally spoke, "Stop for a moment, it's time to eat." There was still a lot of cheese and dry food brought from the tribe, so there was no need to replenish food on the spot. Batu and I went to find fuel, and Atta came to support the pot. It would be better if our esteemed mage could help make a fire, my flint and steel were stained with water yesterday. ”

The flint and steel will not hinder its use if it is naturally wiped dry, and the Earl's reason for finding it can be said to be quite lame. But it doesn't matter if the reason is good or bad at this time, what they need is an opportunity to break the silence. Cheese nodded, and pulled out a small piece of clear glass from his arms, which was originally a prop he used to zoom in and see subtle things, and it was not impossible to use it to make a fire. With Batu, a grassland expert, the fuel was quickly found, and the group also bought some cow dung when they set out, which could not be better used as a resource for continuous burning.

The soup with dried meat and wild vegetables gave off an enticing aroma, and those who had been on the horse for a long time had already moved their index fingers, not to mention the gray robe who had been walking alone for an unknown amount of time. To be honest, since I knew the mage, no one present had ever seen him like this.

"Hiccup!" he burped with his hands behind his back, after Cheese had swept the team's lunch to be exact. The others looked at each other, though they didn't say anything, but Batu and Kailas clearly showed that the man was not stupid. Although the usual cheese is never pretentious, his words and deeds can show a good upbringing, which is not the same as now.

"Well, at least I haven't heard of hallucinations where you can eat real food. Otherwise, I guess a lot of people would be more willing to try. Cheese patted his stomach and said the first words after the reunion. Somehow, as soon as he spoke, the others couldn't hold back any longer, and they all laughed. It is not difficult to see from the habits and diction that cannot be concealed in the words that the mage they are familiar with has not disappeared.

"So, after you ate those hallucinogenic fish seven days ago, you never knew the difference between reality and hallucination?" the crowd laughed again after listening to Cheese explain the reason for his previous unusual behavior, and the laughter gradually stopped until Lothar asked this sentence while holding his already aching stomach. Who would have thought that the famous gray-robed cheese, the savior of the nezumi, the slayer of the demon lord, the lord of Valley City, and the person who repelled the calamity of the grassland, would be so embarrassed by some small fish? Not to mention that this embarrassment has been in embarrassment for so many days, and if it hadn't been for Lothar and them, I'm afraid they would have continued to be embarrassed.

"It's not surprising, there shouldn't be any hallucinogenic fish in a river like this, and besides, I've eaten wild vegetables and even insects with hallucinogenic ingredients in addition to those fish. Cheese said with a helpless expression and spread his hands, "So I simply didn't care about it later, no matter what it was true or fake, it would be good to fill my stomach, as for whether it was poisonous or not, whatever it was." ”

These words are said freely, and those who listen to them can't help but feel sad. Hunters and cat goblins basically knew what was going on when they heard this, and the mischief of the spirits has always been like this, although it is not fatal, but it can always make people miserable. They humble him to those who desire power, and to those who desire wealth, they impoverish. Best of all, they never block out the possibility of changing the status quo, and those who are teased will always see the light of changing or even turning their situation around, and they will desperately chase this light until they finally fail for some ridiculous reason.

Tragedy, in the first place, does not refer to a story with a tragic ending. The tragedy means that the people in the play cannot control their own fate, and are like marionettes swinging in the whirlpool of so-called fate without knowing it, and finally end up unwillingly. Isn't this something more ironic, more cruel, more tragic than death?

Therefore, the best punishment for the gray robe in pursuit of truth, illusion, unreality, and inability to analyze it has become the best punishment. Fortunately, this punishment does not seem to be indefinite, otherwise they would not have been led to find Cheese to break his confusion about the truth of the world. Perhaps the spirits thought he had been punished enough, or perhaps they felt that it was better to get rid of the trouble than to do so.

"We walked for another day and we could see the border of the steppe, and when we got there, my mission was complete. Batu, who was on his horse, looked down the river and announced to his companions.

Cheese nodded, then pulled the reins to stop the mount, "In that case, we don't need to rush to the road today." Come on, we have one more thing to do before we leave the steppe. ”

knives, after being burned red on the fire, cool. People, reclining on the slope made of cloth bags, looking up at the sky. The pain, coming from the cheeks and chin, is like that with the beard, the longer it is, the more painful it is when you want to remove it. Since he was leaving the prairie, the beard was useless to the cheese, and the thing he said he had to do was to shave off the beard on his face.

"Burn your beard and we're here. ”