"Are you worried about them?" The distant battlefield never seemed to calm down, and it took Batu a few seconds to discern his question from the howling wind and war cries. The boy turned to look at the frail Count, who was much thinner than he had been when they first met, and the excess skin left behind by the rapid loss of fat made his face and exposed limbs look wrinkled. But even so, he had to admit that this man had the most warrior-like eyes of any person he had ever seen, and even though he was so weak, the strength in those eyes still did not diminish in the slightest.

"I don't have a right to worry about them, they're not much better than me. I'm just a guide and have nothing to do with anything going on here. The boy on the prairie looked up at the eagle hovering in the sky, as always, only Naren was his companion in this world, and everyone else was just a passing passerby to him.

The corners of Lothar's mouth rose slightly, of course he knew that this self-defeating speech was not Batuu's real thoughts, and he also understood that this was the reality that the boy saw through his eyes. Indeed, compared to the few people who are now fighting on the worms, he is too ordinary, just a small falconer from a small tribe on the grassland, relying only on his limited understanding of the grassland and his eagles. It wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't accepted this damn guide, he could have become the great hunter and falconer of the Antelope Tribe! If he hadn't taken this damn task.

Now, everything has changed. Batu couldn't go back to that little tribe to be his former self, he had seen too much, listened too much, his world had been opened, and he couldn't close it anymore. It's a cruelty that puts the world too big before the eyes of a person who never expected it. Lothar has experienced this cruelty, and once upon a time, he only had the grief of losing his parents in his heart, only the lion, and only the black mountain. Now, Montenegro is still Lothar's responsibility, which is given to him by his inevitable bloodline, and the knightly training he received since childhood has made him unable to give up this responsibility. But now in the earl's heart, he is no longer the child who lost his parents. He is already a father, he has experienced no less pain than the loss of his parents, and he has also received warmth that he has never imagined. Now that he can calmly return to the Count of Montenegro and no longer be obsessed with the world opened for him by the gray robe, it is precisely because of such various experiences.

And these experiences also made Lothar more aware of the mental journey that the young man in front of him was going through, and he knew the feeling that the original worldview had been ruthlessly torn apart and everything had become unfamiliar. So he struggled with the little strength he had regained and said, "It's no such thing, you are a member of this team like them, and you are a member of this land like them. Don't take yourself too lightly, boy, in the ocean we're all just a wave, there's no difference. ”

"How can it make no difference!" Batu roared, his fingertips clasped in his palms with excitement, and he looked at the souls of the dead who whizzed past the two of them, and said to Lothar, "I have had only one wish since I was born, to be a warrior of the tribe, to gallop across the steppe on horseback! But look what my wish has become? Each of them is what I once hoped to be, and here they are just minions! Just a foil to wizards and goblins, no one will remember, no one will tell the background! What do you want me to do?" What can I do?"

That person never longed to be the only being in the world, to be the hero of the epic who was ordained by heaven, and to lead everyone to the light with pain, but as time passed, people will always find that there has never been a hero born in this world, at least not themselves. Talent, origin, ability, interest, too many factors are destined to have better people in this world, and in the end, people can only accept their mediocrity with relief or regret that they can't let go. It sounds a bit self-pitying and a bit nagging, doesn't it? The value of a person is not determined by others, in a sense, it is not even determined by the person himself.

Value is something that is given by the day after tomorrow, and the various trees that grow in the forest are by no means of thinking about becoming beams or ships when they sprout, and that is worthless to them. But does this mean that man should live aimlessly like a tree, growing taller for the sake of survival, branching out for the sake of heightening, and surviving longer for the sake of more branches? Attaches great importance to value and regards external value as everything to oneself. Or the extreme abandonment of disdain value, and regard no value as the greatest value. That's all problematic. Man's greatest ability is not to give value, because animals also know how to distinguish things according to their own needs, and plants also know how to change the direction of the vine according to their own needs. The reason why people are different from them is that they know how to create value and create different values for different purposes. It's just that when the value created is more, the value will become a net, trapping people in it. At this time, people should realize that value is not external, value is not internal, value itself does not exist, and the reason why value appears is to make people move forward better.

Of course, people need heroes, they need them to tell themselves what is good and what is evil. But when people grow up, they have to know that the good and evil of heroes are heroic, and their own good and evil must be defined by their own hearts and bodies. At that time, he will be able to be his own hero.

"I'm not very good at reasoning, that's what cheese is good at. Still, I doubt he knows what he's talking about. I mean, wizards often use their experience and knowledge to reason about what exists and what doesn't exist, and they don't experience that much of what they themselves. So I also believe that sometimes it is much easier to practice than the layers of arguments they say. Lothar reached out and pulled what she was carrying behind her from her belt, "Take it, and go prove yourself." Rather than taking care of my wounded here, that's where you should go. ”

Batu, I had never seen such a tomahawk, and the high-spirited lion pattern on the golden tomahawk made his subconsciously outstretched hand shrink slightly. But after a brief hesitation, he still firmly grasped the handle of the axe, "I will not fail you." ”

"Fail me? no, you just need to live up to yourself. ”