"The meat tastes so good!Does the boss have any secret recipes?" said the happily eating Batu and the owner of the stall, not that he was trying to get something out of the other person's mouth. It's just that hunters who have long been neglected by the crowd don't know the scale of communication with people, so they are either withdrawn and silent, or bold and upright, Batu belongs to the latter, his words and deeds are basically as sincere as his winged friends, and it is because of this that he can gain the recognition of creatures from other than humans.

"Hey, you're asking the right question! Let me tell you, although our soup is diluted with water every day, the soup has been passed down from my grandfather's generation. The soup in this pot absorbs the essence of bone and meat every day, and three generations have not stopped a day, even if the meat is not put in, the taste is the same as the thickest gravy... "There is no store that does not boast of its own products, the same is true of the food, the same is true of the utensils, even the woodcutter who chops the wood has to boast about how neat his chopping technique is, how the air-dried firewood burns is resistant and flammable." Naturally, there are elements of exaggeration for commercial reasons in these words, such as whether this pot of soup has really been boiled for so long, and no one can say clearly. But in the same way, since it is for commercial reasons, there must be a large part of the truth in the words, and even among the remaining exaggerations, it is likely that some of them are true, but that truth is the truth that the shopkeeper thinks is true, and to others, it may not be the case.

By the time they had finished their meals and walked back into the bazaar, Batu and Atta's mood had risen significantly, and the depression of the days was relieved by the comfort of the food. They were soon attracted by all sorts of things in the novelty steppe bazaar, flying through the crowd like two butterflies. It's just that in the morning bustling market, there will be people who are unmoved by the goods and delicacies, their expressions are calm, even a little indifferent, and the cries in their ears and the colors in front of them do not make them happy.

After passing through a shop selling scarves, Lothar seized the opportunity to see no one around, and whispered to Nuisa, who was walking beside him, "Those people just mentioned the wolf lord's children, and they also mentioned the call of fire. What is it? Is there some kind of inheritance system?"

The Wolf Lord's body stiffened visibly for a moment, and she turned her head to look at the Count, but she couldn't see anything on the outsider's face. The man, and the gray-robed wizard, had come to the steppe for no clear purpose, and had little to say about the threat they were encountering. But one thing is certain, they are unpredictable, unpredictable wildfires that suddenly blow away the swift winds of the bow. Although she was saved by these people, Nuisa didn't think she should trust them completely, but blindly guarding against them would make people suspicious.

"The fire call is a ritual that, in your words, is similar to divination. However, the guardian spirit of our tribe is the fire spirit, so the object of divination is also asking fire. ”

"Divination to determine the inheritance of property? Lothar frowned slightly, he had heard that in some countries with a strong religious atmosphere, there would indeed be a similar way to finalize the selection of an heir or other important things. However, the steppe is not the same as the country of the one-child inheritance system, and the children of the wolf owner cannot directly inherit the title of the wolf lord from their father, which must be based on actual merit, so there is no so-called heir problem here, and there is only the division of property from the hands of the deceased.

"That's where I'm confused. Nuisa sighed, what she had overheard at the table was no different from that of Lothar, and her worries about the news were more complicated than the Count's, "When my father began to weaken, he consciously divided his livestock into different parts and left them to us to take care of. This is a traditional implication that when he dies, his cattle and sheep will be inherited in whomever the pen is in. So I don't think our problems would have arisen in this regard, and that they should have focused more on the loyalty of the clan and the division of pastures. ”

Lothar's gaze shifted for a moment, he wanted to see the look on Nuisa's face, hoping to see if she was worried about the events that had taken her out of her expectations, or if she was unhappy with the current bad relationship between her siblings, or if she was thinking about something else. It's impossible to tell the difference between this complex analysis at a glance, but he has some insights into the issues Nuisa mentioned, "It's not hard to understand. Perhaps in the eyes of your father, he has made the best distribution of all his wealth. But in reality, everyone feels that they are getting too little. ”

"But it's not going to be that simple. "The Count of Montenegro does not think that anything can be done simply by human greed, and if he is a pedantic knight with an emphasis on morality, then he can do so. But there is no other benefit to such a result than to attribute all the problems of this world to the sins of man himself. Moral criticism is not wrong, but most of the time, it does not solve the actual problem, and it will cause the heirs who have inherited part of the inheritance to act in a way that may cause what they have already acquired to disappear, and there must be some kind of motive behind it. And the people who are most likely to have this motivation are often the biggest beneficiaries of this event.

"Of course it's not easy. The ritual of the fire call is not something that any one of the children can interfere with, and as one of the most powerful gods among the spirits, the will of the fire spirit cannot be modified or adapted. When she spoke of the fire spirit, there was a slight tremor in the voice of the wolf lord's daughter, and she could hear that she was more afraid than the other tribes' love for her guardian spirit, "Do you remember that identity tag? Guess how my father and the other men in the tribe identified their children." They would drip their own blood into the basin, spread it all over the bottom of the basin, and then add lamb's fat to it, and the flame that would light it would not harm his blood relatives. ”

She said, pulling the garment of her right arm, revealing an ugly fist-sized scar above her right upper arm, "Just that it won't burn them, the fire spirit will leave a mark on every child who passes through the fire as he likes." My brothers and sisters, each of whom has a similar scar, it is a proof of identity and a curse that we must bear, we have been sacrificed to the spirit of fire since we were born, there is no choice, there is no room for negotiation. Either obey the flames or turn to ashes. Always. ”

"Who is going to preside over this fiery call, and who has the qualifications and ability to communicate with such a irascible being?"

"There was only one person. The true shaman of our tribe, the only shaman. But he never supported anyone. ”