As Ferjans wandered through the endless steppes, he was able to calm down and think about what had happened these days. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He attributed what had happened to him to his own innocence, and the events of that night to fate, but because he had not really spent a few days with Porcha, what actually confused him was the great sense of emptiness in the face of death. At first, the feeling of emptiness prevented him from doing anything, and had to run around needlessly to consume and distract himself. Later, when he was able to calm down, he re-read his manuscript, and a sense of urgency became stronger. He felt that his writing was still imperfect, some were not coherent enough, and it seemed that a few key stories were missing. Then he began to think about whether he should continue to roam like this, and he consoled himself with this sense of fear in his travels and adventures. After a few days, he finally stabilized his confidence, and he was determined to find out all about Leon's deeds. With a goal in mind and a plan clear, he decided to go from the Gamiyad Pass to Salander.

When he came to Pahimi, he could finally sing again, but now there seemed to be a little more vicissitudes and impermanence in his singing. The villagers regarded him as a good, well-rounded, strong young man, and his singing deepened this good impression. That night, the village chief's youngest daughter held a wedding, and Feuerjans improvised and sang a song for the newlyweds, which won the applause of everyone and the soft autumn waves of the girls, and even the bride's cheeks were crimson, which made the groom's face a little ugly. The old and simple village chief liked this young man the most, so he kept him and asked him about his experience. Feljans only vaguely said that he was a bard, and that he was going to Dukuba to meet a famous poet, and now he no longer seemed to be as straightforward as he had been.

"Oh no, no, I'm willing to help you with this. The old village chief hurriedly grabbed it and said, "Actually, I won't tell you, my youngest son knows how to run around all day long, and the family can't keep him, I have always wanted to help him find a companion, would you like to take him with you? ”

Early the next morning, the village chief led two people over. One of the young men was tall and strong, but his face was still very immature, and he thought that he should be the son of the village chief. And the thin, shrewd, and energetic-looking middle-aged man next to the young man should be their guide. Feljans waved warmly at them, and reported his name and origin.

"Ah, you're Feljans, I'm glad to meet you, and with such a good-looking poet, the journey will certainly not be boring!" the young man shook Feljans' hand vigorously, and said with a smile, "My name is Baska, please take care of me in the future." ”

The middle-aged man also greeted him happily, and said in a hearty voice: "I am your guide, just call me Machiko, you can follow me closely after that, and I will send you to Dukuba." ”

"Hello Uncle Macchiko, I'll leave it to you later. Feljans saluted politely again.

Then the old village chief gave them a few words of advice and sent them out of the village. When the traveler completely disappeared into the grassland, the old man who saw him off turned around and walked away in a daze.

Baska, what did you want to do when you left your homeland?" Felljans suddenly asked Baska as they walked out of the steppe, and the endless desert gradually revealed itself before their eyes, and the vitality of youth seemed to re-infect him.

"I haven't thought about this yet, it's nerve-wracking to think about it. Baska scratched his head and made a strange appearance of headache, "Actually, I just don't want to be a farmer at home for the rest of my life, I want to go to a lot of places, and then I can meet a lot of interesting people, so this kind of life is more interesting." ”

Feljans smiled. He never thought about whether it was interesting or not, he just thought it was fun to write and sing, and he liked to see people's laughing faces. He remembered that he had traveled to so many villages before, and that some people had asked him to do so, but he had declined them all, and he felt that he could be more free by himself. In fact, a large part of the reason why the old village chief promised to give them a guide was because the old village chief promised to give them a guide. But now it seems that having such a straightforward and lovely young man in the company is actually not a bad thing.

Anyway, I also learned some trades from my father, and I should be able to work as a craftsman temporarily in the town, and it will not be a problem to live. Baska said, cheering himself up, his blue eyes full of hope. Feuernes liked the soft glow, and his mood became cheerful.

"Don't just chat, hurry up and keep up, you can't catch up at night if you walk so slowly!" came Mashko's stern voice from the front. The two young men looked at each other, laughed in unison, and hurried up.

After they caught up, Macko glared at the two of them, looking at the innocent expressions on their faces, but secretly laughing in his heart. When the two young men saw that he was so serious, they cautiously followed him closely, not knowing that the humorous uncle was teasing them. When Felljans saw the other kugit bow at Machk's waist, he suddenly became a little curious, so he boldly asked, "Uncle Machk, are there many robbers on this road?"

Macchico glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "yes." ”

Baska nervously added, "I've heard my father say that the desert bandits are the most abundant in this desert, most of them are masked, and few people live to see their true faces. Fellyans suddenly felt nervous when he heard this, although he had been kidnapped, but the process was confused, and he had never seen the kind of fierce robbers who robbed homes and houses.

Seeing the two of them trying to hide their fear, Machiko couldn't help it, laughed, patted the bow on his waist, and said, "I haven't seen anything, there are more desert robbers who died under my bow, and I don't bother to look at them one by one." ”

When the two young men saw this thin uncle talking like this, they were a little skeptical, but they both hid it in their hearts, and they both put on a look of admiration on their faces. Marchko's little eyes could tell what they really thought at a glance, and he didn't say anything, thinking that he would be able to show them a hand later.

Seeing that the situation was a little embarrassing, Feljans changed the subject: "Uncle Macchiko, don't all Svadians love to use crossbows?

Machiko pursed his lips and replied to him with a smile: "Silly boy, the heavy crossbows of the Svadians are useless on horseback, and those Kugit barbarians are savage, but their horse archers are really powerful. Suddenly, there was a rain of arrows in the east, and suddenly there was a rain of arrows in the west, and few people could eat in the war. Although it is difficult to shoot on a horse, it is also a stunt when practiced, you think about it and others can't catch up with you, and they can't hit you, so you can only be shot alive, hahaha. Then he burst out laughing.

Fairyans thought about it carefully, but a new question immediately popped up in his mind, and he didn't expect to be asked by Baska: "In this case, how can the Kugit still lose to our queen?"

"Well, another stupid boy, do you think you can win the war by shooting a few more arrows?" Matchko shook his head disapprovingly, and then suddenly said solemnly, "Are we going to abandon our families, our land, and our hometown for fear of being pierced by arrows?"

When Feuerjans heard this, he could not help but fall silent, thinking to himself that his long poem did not seem to be mature enough, but he did not know when he would be able to write satisfactorily in words. He suddenly had this thought: maybe the heroic epic is not really the most attractive to him, maybe there is a more attractive subject matter for him, but now he only vaguely feels this.

"Besides, they have mounted archers, don't we have them?" said Macko, slyly chuckling.

"What do you mean by that?" Baska was clearly engaged, not noticing that Fairians, who was beside him, was lost in thought.

"The former marshal of our country, Leon Xiluo, was..."

"Do you mean Reon, you mean Lyon?" Felljans came to his senses at once when he heard the familiar name, and repeated it word by word in his pure Rhodoc accent, much to the surprise of Marchicco.

"That's what his name says. "It's not clear to Machiko how this lad was so excited all of a sudden.

"Do you know him, then?"

"When he was on the battlefield, I was a kid. Why, you've heard of him too?"

Ferjans resisted the urge to calm himself and said, "I've only heard of him. I wonder what you know about him?"

"What kind of Raven taunts?Uncle Macchico, can you finish what you're just going to talk about first?" Baska was clearly upset that the story was interrupted, and that he had mispronounced the sound.

Macko smiled and continued, "I've only heard a little bit about it, but strange to say, I didn't hear about him here, but over there. He gestured to the distance, and a shadow appeared in the distance, which should be the city of Dukuba, and the shadows around it should be the palm trees.

"At that time, the relationship between Salander and us was not so tense, and there were many post stations in the desert where we are now walking, all of which were used by the endless stream of caravans to rest and replenish at that time. I was a guide for those caravans, and I could get a thousand dinars a month. There were a lot of bards singing his stories in the taverns, and I didn't pay much attention to them, because I was busy making money. I just heard that he led the army of Swadia to defeat the army of Saiga Khan on the steppe of Kugit, captured Turga in one fell swoop, and destroyed the Kugit Khanate. They say that the key to Rayon's victory in that war was his trained cavalry archer unit, which was sent into battle as the final decisive force and took the Kugit by surprise. It is said that the army was led by a man named Bestur under Reon, and he seems to have made a name for himself because of it, but he seems to be a Kugit who is not very popular with the Kallad, and has somehow disappeared. Macchico spoke so much in one breath that both young men listened attentively. These simple words are brought to life by the rich imagination of young people, and even the imaginary swords and shadows excite them.