The world of scents is different. The object of comparison omitted here is naturally the visual appearance of the world. Although people have five senses, and the five senses cooperate with each other, for normal people, the vision in the five senses is the most important. Man's dependence on vision is directly reflected in the thirst for light, which is so strong that almost all human civilizations have signs of worship for things that can bring light, that is, visible light sources, such as the sun and fire, and even the moon and stars.

In the world of light as we know it, there is clarity between things. Light opens up the unclear world, so that there is a clear boundary between things and things, between things and me, rivers have their banks, mountains have their edges, not to mention the smaller ones that are closer to life. This is the world of light, the world of vision, clear and clear. And for those creatures who rely on smell to perceive the world, this clarity and understanding does not seem to be something to be taken for granted. To get the most out of it, Kairaz fell into the scent.

The world of scents is ambiguous. The reason lies in the form in which the smell itself exists, which is not the same as light. In this world, each individual thing emits its own smell at all times, and merges with other things around it to transform it into more complex smells. Therefore, the boundaries of things here are blurred, and it is difficult to accurately demarcate the boundaries between adjacent things, so the approximate shape and position can only be determined according to the intensity and density of the smell.

But this is only in a small area, just as the eye is exhausted, and the smell will be difficult to recognize if it is too far away, or it will be covered by a stronger intensity, obscured, and lose its identity. In fact, if there is a creature whose sense of smell is so strong that it is not disturbed by distance, then it may be able to find that in the air, which people think is empty, there are actually all kinds of smells of existence. Every breath of every living being is to connect itself to this world full of smells, and then integrate into it by emitting its own scents. The whole world may be a mixture of all the smells, or maybe the smells that smell different are actually the same smell. In this case, isn't that creature with a strong sense of smell like a blind and deaf man?

Fortunately, Kailas's sense of smell was not strong enough to that extent, he just followed the line of smell in the air, which was like a hemp rope that had been disassembled, starting from the source, the thick rope was dismantled into a thinner rope, and at the end it began to disassemble again, and what the cat fairy had to do now was to reverse this dismantling and find the thickest part of the smell rope.

In the sunlit bazaar, two people and a cat shuttle through the alleys and roads, and few people can see their faces clearly, but they only see the color of their clothes and disappear. The melodious sound of the horse-head harp came from the hands of the old man sitting next to the yurt, which set a beating rhythm for this search. When the clothed cat rushed in front of the old man who played the violin, the surprise made him forget the movement in his hand, and the music stopped abruptly in a high note, and the male one took out a silver coin from his arms and threw it in front of the old man, "You played well, please continue." ”

So the music continues, as does running and tracking. Smell can't do two points and one line, at many intersections, black cats have to hesitate which way to go, sometimes take the wrong way and turn back. Fortunately, the music in my ears did not stop, but I don't know if it was really heard, or if it was due to excessive running that caused auditory hallucinations in my ears. But the music always stops, pausing in a basin of sheep's blood.

"Ahem, ahem!" the stopped cat goblin rubbed its nose alternately with its two front paws, trying to clear out the smell of blood that poured into its nostrils. Normally, Kailath would not have been covered in the sheep's blood spilled by the cook, but he was too immersed in the world of smells, and although his eyes were long, he was not as alert as usual, which led to this scene. The chef, who had noticed this, blinked, as if sensing something unusual about the not-so-perceptive cat, but by the time he had separated the clothes from the thick blood plasma on Kailas, Lothar had stepped up to stand in the middle of the two. In a few words, Kairaz was described as a pet who didn't listen to his master, and on the silver coin-up to Sheikin, the chef was clever enough not to ask.

A moment later, in a corner where no one was looking, Atta washed the plasma off Kailas with the warm water that the Count had gotten from the cook. For this generous alien, the chef even gave him two freshly baked lamb sandwiches. Lothar handed one of the loaves to the female swordsman, and they were inevitably a little hungry as they ran along the way, "Eat something first, and we'll chase him when he slows down." ”

"I can't catch up. Atta took the bread, her face darkened, and she shook her head, rejecting the Count's offer. And after Lothar showed a puzzled expression, the swordswoman reached out and pointed behind them, and the Count immediately understood what she meant. The chef who splashed sheep's blood was not the only cook here, he was just one of many vendors in the neighborhood. And where they are now is in the back kitchens of these vendors, the smell in the air is enough to make the most olfactory hounds turn their attention to the bones. In such an environment, the world of smell has long been a mess.

"Tsk. "Lothar's stumbling appearance is not common, although he has spent some time on the docks of Heartless Bay, and the noble education that the Count has received in his bones does not allow him to behave in such a vulgar manner. But the sailors' words and deeds also influenced him for a while, making him turn this behavior into a knee-jerk reaction when he was extremely emotional. Seeing that the tracking is about to have results, but because you ran here and wasted the previous efforts, this kind of frustration of just one kick in the door but the previous efforts are not good for anyone. Unless, he can realize that things may not be like that.

"Do you think this was intentional?" Atta's words seemed to ask Lothar and then to Kairaz, and she thought of this as she looked at the smoke curling around her. This is the grassland, and it is not uncommon to see hounds with a keen sense of smell, and if Nuisa or the person who took it does not want others to follow her by smell, then this kitchen is probably a deliberate path they have chosen.

"It doesn't make much sense to be intentional or not. The current situation is that our thread is broken. And it's cut off in this inexplicable place, and now we don't even know where to go. Lothar took a breath and suppressed the unhappiness in her heart. He quickly brought himself back to his analytical train of thought, and since the clue to the smell was broken, they had to at least know where it was.

"Come and try it! the best mutton pie in the West Market!the freshly killed lamb! the hot cake that has just come out of the oven!" the cook's shouting came not far away as they were silent, and the three of them looked at each other, the West Market, this may not be the end of the clue. The white wolf said before that the people in the blue-roofed tent in the West Market were there to help him do things.