The first breath in the morning in the Absera grassland is the damp smell of the dew on the blades of grass evaporating from the hot sun, and the strange smell of charred ash from the charcoal left over from the campfire last night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mira is already familiar with the taste.

She could now even tell by the slightest smell what was used for the campfire last night - as we mentioned earlier, the bushes and trees in the prairie were relatively scarce, so most people like their group who came from places like the South would collect a lot of firewood along the way and put it in the spare space on the wagons as fuel reserves.

Ignorant people who have never lit and guarded a campfire and used it to cook food and keep warm may say things like hay can be used as fuel. This does not mean that they are completely wrong, but like anything else in this world, they are simply a campfire and have a lot of knowledge of their own.

Hay grass, the fluff scraped off the bark, this small, light combustible material is the best choice to use as a fire starter. They are easy to light when placed under flint and steel, and because they are quite fluffy, they burn so quickly that an open flame can be seen by the naked eye. But because of this, they are not very suitable for long-term fueling.

Although there are endless weeds in the grasslands, it is not so easy to collect the dry grass that can be burned thoroughly. And even if you spend hours walking around a large field of land collecting seemingly large piles of hay, a handful of them will burn out in less than a minute or two when you put them in a fire, not only do you need to add new grass every few moments, but the flame is not at all as efficient as firewood is easy to control.

In the Absera grasslands, where there is not much shelter except for a few undulating places, where the wind comes and goes freely, a burning mass of light hay that can be easily swept away can probably be imagined by anyone with a little brain.

Using hay as a trigger, light the smaller dry branches first, and then add large pieces of firewood until the fire is vigorous. If you put it in enough amounts, you can burn it for two or three hours before you need to buy new firewood, and this routine, which may be tens of thousands of years old, is a must-have common sense for anyone who travels in the wilderness.

In order to keep them from falling apart or from the wind, adding some rocks and the like around the campfire, and then plugging in the washed food to dry their clothes and warm their bodies, and the trunks of wild beasts and mosquitoes, these are all knowledge that has been passed over many years - but then again, Henry and his party, who are dozens of people, can live on the firewood collected on the road, and how can the tens of thousands of Absera nomads solve the large daily fuel consumption?

The answer may be shocking and inconceivable to those who come from "civilized societies" on the West Coast and the South.

The nomads of the Abu Sera steppes are fed and clothed by their own livestock, and even when they are replaced with fuel, this is still the case.

The wild grass that the cattle, sheep and horses that outnumbered all the people here kept eating were excreted on the ground after passing through the digestive system, and the dirty and plundered slaves were collected and slapped into cakes under the command of the herdsmen of the third class and dried in the sun, and the manure of these herbivores, which had become hard and dense, rich in plant fibers, naturally became the best fuel.

There is no rigorous mind for the construction of dwarves and gnomes, nor the mastery of magic for elves. As the weakest of the five races, both physically and mentally, and in terms of longevity, the only thing that can impress the other races, the most important talent that enables them to survive in almost every inch of the world of Rigal today, is the ability to learn and summarize and progress rapidly.

The castle built by the original humans is located in a small kingdom on the east coast that no longer exists, and it is a crude product of the dwarves of the cottage mountains, and even the shadow of the utilitarian dwarves can still be seen in many places where the various fortresses and even the capitals are designed around the world.

The one-and-a-half swords and armed swords commonly found on the West Coast are derived from the broad-edged one-handed swords of the Skings, while the latter is a reference to the Lamanic infantry dagger - this dagger is inherited from the one-handed sword of the gnomes who once lived in the Palosia highlands, and it is a one-handed long sword for the gnomes, which the Lamanites copied but could only exist as a short sword due to the backwardness of smelting technology and the fact that it could only achieve the same length and widen the blade to increase its strength.

Humans have always been good at doing this kind of thing, copying what exists in another race and producing a mass-produced inferior version. Proud elves and stubborn dwarves have condemned or ridiculed us for their usual obsession with learning new knowledge, but even they have undeniable the fact that it is precisely because of this mode of learning that begins with imitation and ends with everything as its own that humanity has been able to develop faster than any other race.

Many elves and dwarven masters who have also reflected on this have sighed, perhaps it is precisely because of the short lifespan that human beings have this sense of crisis that has prompted the speed of social progress so fast, a thousand years ago, humans in a certain place were still wearing animal skins, living in grass huts, hunting with stone tools, and the elves have already put on gorgeous clothes, a thousand years later, the elves are still the same as in the past, but the humans here already look much like them, living in luxurious houses and wearing exquisite plate armor.

Constant progress, driven by the sense of urgency that has been carried by birth since birth because of the short lifespan, human beings are much stronger than other races in their ability to learn and summarize.

Even in the barren and barren grassland area, hundreds of years, which is only a "short" time for an individual and half a lifetime, is enough for a large group of people to form their own unique culture and way of living.

"......" breathed in the familiar morning breath of her mouth and nose, and Mira looked at the busy people in Absera who had gotten up earlier than she had been, and had begun a new day.

She had been a little amazed when she saw the use of cow and horse manure as fuel last night, but there was no other excess. The people here depend on these animals for food, drink, and clothing, a way of life that is admirable for girls who grew up in a farming civilization on the West Coast, such as Yavenella. The inability to stay in a certain place to grow food, and thus the inability to establish long-term settlements, are the brave men who survived against nature, and this national character may be the root cause of their terrible fighting ability to fight all people.

These nomads on the Abu Sera steppes reminded Mira of the Lo'an people she had seen about her parents and in books in many places—and perhaps that was why the exiled Lo'an royal family that the teacher had spoken of chose to come to this place.

"The kingdom is dead, the country is dead, looking for it, and I don't know where to go. ”

Under the iron hooves of the invasion of the Ottolo Empire, they lost their homeland of Luo'an, which they had loved all their lives and fought for all their lives, and had to be displaced to live in the world.

I can't find out what kind of place I should go to, and I don't fit in with the rest of the world. The future or life, these people, who have lost what they have been striving for for so long, desperately try to grasp anything that has a glimmer of the past—so the royal family of Loan came to the grasslands, so that many of the people who stayed on the West Coast became bandits, and so that their deceased parents, day after day, kept repeating the glory of the past to their younger selves.

A year ago, half a year ago, or even just a month ago, she couldn't understand all this.

She couldn't understand what kind of past the white-haired people named "Luoan" had in her blood, she was just confused, and even sometimes sad about it, thinking painfully about why she was born to be such a person, imagining how life would be distinguished if she were an ordinary West Coaster.

But now Mira understands.

Walking with Henry, I learned a lot and learned a lot of new things. Having come here, to the vast expanse of the Absela steppes, to learn about the Loans, to witness the struggle of these people who were very similar to her people to survive in the midst of hardship, she understood, she understood much, much more.

The reason why they cling to the past and repeat it day and night, like the Luoan people they met in the anti-bandit activity that Sivalier was forced to participate in when he was just registered as a mercenary, and even threatened to hurt himself as a fellow tribe to survive, is not actually how much attachment they have for this matter of life, not how much expectation they have for a better future.

It's just a blank slate.

These many of the older generation of Luo'an people who are over thirty, forty, four, four, or ten years old, these parents and generations who have experienced the great war and have been defeated—they are more helpless and panicked than themselves, in a world where there is no strong motherland, and compared to newborn children like themselves.

I don't know where I want to go, I don't know where I want to go, I don't know where I want to go, I don't know where I want to go, I don't know where I want to They didn't know how to behave in the world before the country perished, and they didn't know how to change themselves after the country perished.

They are, pathetic people.

"......" Mira let out a long sigh, although the group was received by the patriarch of the Aries clan, it did not mean that they were accepted by the Absera's people in the entire region, so of course the camp could only be stationed on the edge, far away from the nomads around them.

The white-haired girl looked at the busy people below from a distance, and the footsteps of someone came from behind her, and she immediately felt something cool on the side of her face - the girl turned her head, and Henry took a sip of a clay cup in one hand, and held her share in the other. "......" Mira took it, the water in it was noticeably cooler than the morning temperature, and she stared at Henry, the sage shrugged.

"When the temperature drops in the evening, dig a lambskin water bag and bury it in the mud, and wake up in the morning to drink cooler water, which I haven't had the opportunity to do the other day, and the warm water is irritating to drink. As he said this, Mira gave Henry a blank look, and then lowered her head to look at her own rippling face in the clay cup, and there was no squeak for a while.

"......" Henry drank happily, then noticing Mira's silence, reached out and rubbed her long, somewhat messy hair—and sure enough, the girl slapped her open...... Hum. She uttered the words 'Mister Sage is a terrible grown-up' with a look of contempt and a nasal voice, to which Henry naturally reacted with a shrug.

"Are you thinking about the Luoan royal family? "As we've been saying all along, her little bit of caution can't be hidden from the Sage-sage. Heng said unhurriedly in his usual calm tone, Mira nodded, and then took a sip while the water was still warm, and the cool feeling went down her throat, more or less sweeping away some of the boredom in her heart.

"But it's not just that, if I ......," Henry was about to say something to her, when the girl spoke first. The sage closed his mouth and waited quietly for her to finish: "If I hadn't met the teacher, I don't know if I would have become like that in the future, I don't know what to do or even how to think, so I can only try to grasp something indiscriminately......"

"Their future...... Those...... Mila ...... the clan," said Mira, the first time she had used such a strong sense of identity, perhaps because the girl remembered her parents, or perhaps simply because she understood it and became empathetic.

"What the future holds for them—" "No one can say that kind of thing. The girl looked up, and was interrupted by Henry halfway through her sentence. Mira looked up at the sage standing to her right in a daze, and the latter continued, "No one can be sure of the future, and so is the way out. ”

"I know what you're thinking, from the time you were in Ashenir, trying to save the girl named Lavinia. "Mila widened her sparkling eyes, she didn't quite know why Henry was bringing it up now. The sage didn't look at her, his gray-blue eyes, which seemed to be an invisible ocean under the ice and snow of the polar regions, just stared silently into the distance: "It's unfair that you think that only you have been saved. ”

"You think you owe it to the other people, and you think you have the obligation to change everything. "Uh-" Mira took a step back, and she spilled a lot of water from the clay cup, and she stared at Henry in a daze, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Milla...... It wasn't me who saved you. The sage turned his head, the white-haired girl had never seen him show such a look, and for a moment she suddenly seemed to understand the origin of that title, and crossed the level that humans possessed, and this man was thinking about something that was not of the same level as herself.

"It is you who saved yourself, it is your own unwilling to give in, and the spirit of not willing to give up, that determines your existence today. Henry smiled slightly, and then continued: "Ask yourself, did you have the courage to resist the other party when you knew that I would show up and save you that day?"

"Uh, no......"

"So. Henry shrugged his shoulders: "Even if the situation is the same, there are people who will choose to give up and give in early, and the reason why the other people are still living like this, the vast majority of them are just that they do not have the determination and courage to change everything." ”

"You don't owe them anything. ”

"But if you have to say it...... If you have to say that you have something to give them. ”

Perhaps it was the courage to take this step, and the noble determination to stick to one's own path with integrity and perseverance. "......" Mira looked at him, and Henry's words stopped here, and he didn't continue, but that was enough.

“...... Thank you, teacher. The girl whispered, and then stood quietly beside him, looking only far ahead.

The days of staying in the nomadic colony had only just begun, and it would be at least a few days before the Aries Clan patriarch named Rugman could get the general news from his investigation.

Regardless of whether the goal can be successful or not, some people have already gained a lot from this journey. (To be continued.) )