It's not difficult to find the blue-topped tent, as the brass rooster-like ornament that sways in the wind above that tent glistens in the sun. This rooster-shaped decoration in the steppe symbolizes a special trade, the map vendor. It is well known that the difficulty of mapping grasslands is mainly due to the overly homogeneous terrain and the unqualitative movement of settlements. As a result, the natural and artificial references on which the map depends have lost their reference coordinates, and the water systems distributed on the grassland are obviously not enough to support the coordinate system of the entire grassland.

Therefore, most veterans of pathfinding on the grassland will use three things as a reference. The best wayfinders are inspired by the stars in the sky to find their way, and they often guide the most precise paths. The slightly inferior leaders make clever use of nature, relying on the sun, the direction of the wind, etc., and they can point out the general direction, but sometimes it is inevitable that there will be errors. Thirdly, the first-level visitors leave the road to other creatures to guide them, and in addition to humans, wild animals have their own ways of migrating according to this pattern, and those who often deal with the wilderness can use this law to discern the results.

Of course, most of the people who lead the steppes have all three abilities, but they vary in terms of their proficiency. What is the significance of the map in the steppe in such a situation? It may not be important to the ordinary herdsmen who depend on the tribes, but it is essential for those who pass information or trade between tribes.

And such a somewhat mysterious place is set up in the noisy and noisy West Market, next to those food vendors, and there are no guards at the door. Kailas knew the special status of the map merchant in the grasslands, so he had already informed his two companions of the special identity of the tent's owner after seeing the rooster sign. They are happy to see this, after all, they are here to ask for help, and the more powerful the people who help them, the more effective the help they can give. That's right, if the people in this tent are really willing to help.

"Whoosh!" When the Count reached out to lift the curtain, the rapid sound of breaking the air made him subconsciously withdraw his outstretched arm. However, despite Lothar's movements, the object that made the noise hit the back of his hand lightly and heavily, and then fell to the ground. It was a lump of mud, a very strong lump that had been carefully kneaded to the size of a knuckle.

Lothar stared at the mud on the ground, hesitated for a moment, he missed the opportunity to find the source of the mud, so he didn't plan to waste any more time looking around. What he was thinking about now was who was teasing him in this way, and for what purpose. The use of such non-lethal ammunition means that the other party has no real hostile intentions, so what is he going to do? Warn the Count to let him retreat? However, this is the place that Enlord said, and the white wolf has no need or motive to deceive them. Or has this changed when the white wolf didn't know it?

The Count's mind was full of thoughts, but his hand was not slow, and no matter what the other meant, the curtain still had to be opened. Now they have lost the clues, because they have wasted a lot of time chasing the scent, and the innkeeper who might have been helpful is probably nowhere to be found, and the only thing they can count on at the moment is here. Regardless of what's behind the curtain, you have to see it to decide.

"Whoosh!whoosh!" More strong winds accompanied the sound of crackling the air, but for the Earl, who had already suffered a second loss, the same method could not be used a second time, even if the number was increased. With two casual waves of his raised hand in the air, two of the three mud balls were shot down, and the last one was pinched in Lothar's hand with two fingers, and then crushed with demonstrative force. Now, the Count was a little upset. An unexpected raid may be a well-intentioned size or a warning to drive away, but repeating the same thing can feel tedious and teased.

"Do you want me to find the shooter?" Atta watched the two attacks from behind her, her sky-blue eyes locked on the figure hiding in the crowd. As long as she shot, it didn't take a few breaths to catch the sneaky shooter. But the Count shook his head slightly, and only reached out again to lift the curtain.

"Whoosh!swish!swish!" There were subtle changes in the sound of breaking through the air, but mud is mud, and no matter how subtle it is, it can't bring substance..."

Lothar clutched his hand, a visible red mark appeared on the back of his hand, and it was no longer a lump of mud that had fallen to the ground, but two small bronze balls. The change in the sound of breaking the air just now, now that I think about it, I am afraid that these two small balls collided with each other in the air. This is also the reason why there were two sounds of breaking the air, but only one actually hit Lothar's hands. The Count's head was raised from the anger of three teases, he had locked on to the shooter, and his right foot, which had retreated a little half a step, was ready to turn.

"Lao Jiu, don't make trouble, let the guests in!" the old man's voice was a little reproachful and helpless, and it could be heard that the owner of the voice and the shooter who was obstructing Lothar's entry should know each other. And the title of Lao Jiu also explains some problems. And when Lothar and the others actually walked into the yurt and saw the woman with a furrow on her face, the situation was already clear.

"No offense. It was Ensound who brought us here. "It was the first time the Earl had seen a prairie family headed by a woman, and women would not normally have such a place in such a society. But look at this room, apart from the abundance of parchment and papyrus, there is only this one owner. And judging by the clothes she was wearing, she didn't look like a hard-working woman.

"The white wolf has already informed you. Don't worry, you guys, I know you're here. The woman smiled, giving a sense of disobedience. For a woman of her age, the smile she shows is always kind and kind. But although the wrinkles on her face changed with the smile, the smile showed a gentleness and vitality that did not match her age, and the difference between her appearance was at least twenty years.

As the conversation was about to go further, the curtain was lifted, and a boy who looked to be less than ten years old walked in with a slingshot in his hand and an unhappy expression, "Mother! You said you would come with me to see the pack team today! We said it a few days ago!"

The woman sighed, "Lao Jiu, don't make trouble." My mother is working, wait for my mother for a while, and my mother will take you to see it. ”

"You say that every time. The boy known as Lao Jiu sat down in the corner of the tent angrily, and looked at them with hostile eyes, for these men were the ones who prevented him from seeing the pack caravan, and they were undoubtedly bad people.