After receiving his letter, at least dongersha did not need the help of his company. So when Lothar reached the end of the furnace path in his carriage, a bored figure had been waiting for a long time.


    It was a young man whose skin color was much darker than that of the grey lion, or it was not impossible to call him a boy. He was no less than three years old than ATA. The boy was dressed in a blue cotton padded suit. The collar and cuffs were decorated with colored ribbons with patterns. A yellow green rope was tied around his waist. His hair was hidden in a feathered hat, and his cheekbones protruded slightly, giving his face two distinct flushes. The boy carried an arrow barrel on his waist, which revealed a feather. The bow used for archery was hung on his chest.


    This is a typical nomadic male. As a military commander with a lot of experience in war with nomads, Lothar almost subconsciously stopped the carriage and put his hand on the handle of his Tomahawk. Nomads grew up on horseback. Their children learned archery before walking, and plundered before talking. Of course, such understanding is biased, but it is the common understanding of Cang lion people to grassland residents. In the wars between the two sides, there are many soldiers of the same age or even younger than the boy.


    "Chirp!" The roar of the eagle echoed in the air. The black shadow crossed the count''s head. The sharp claws of the eagle rubbed against his head made him nearly fall off the carriage. The green and gray wings closed above the grass and fell on the boy''s outstretched arm. It can be seen that there is a thick leather protective gear tied there. Obviously, there is a certain domestication relationship between this eagle and grassland people. The boy took out a small dried meat from his waist pocket and stuffed it into the eagle''s arm. He said happily, "well done, that Ren."


    Lothar tapped on the board behind her to alert the people in the carriage. Then he jumped out of the carriage, left his right hand behind him, and asked the boy from a distance, "is that your eagle?"


    The prairie man did not answer the count''s question. He glanced at Lothar with a sarcastic smile on his lips. In the grassland only dare to speak to each other from such a distance, is undoubtedly a coward. But the boy''s indifference did not last long. When cheese and ATA stepped out of the carriage, especially when the figure of the swordswoman appeared in his eyes, he took the initiative to come over.


    "My name is Batu. I am the son of Bayar and the grandson of bater. I come from the water antelope tribe." The boy who claimed to be Batu introduced himself to the three people with his chin raised, but his height was so poor that his action not only did not show the arrogance, but also made people feel a bit ridiculous.


    Lothar stood in front of the other two, trying to respond to each other, "my name is..."


    However, Batu waved his hand directly and interrupted the count, "it doesn''t matter what your name is." He said, pointing his finger at Lothar, "coachman." Then he turned to cheese, "wizard." But when it was time for his finger to point at the swordswoman, it turned into an open palm, and then the palm of his hand pressed on his cotton padded chest, "your eyes are as beautiful as stars in the sky, ma''am. I wonder if I will have the honor of getting your name


    Lothar wanted to go up and give the boy a punch, but his action was stopped by the smiling mage. The three men turn their eyes to the swordsman, waiting for ATA to respond. Obviously, ATA was not happy with Batu''s arrogance, so she cleared her throat a little, pointed to herself and said, "guard."


    "Poof, ha ha." Cheese and Rosa couldn''t help laughing when they saw the expression on the boy''s face. Their laughter was so pleasant that even the eagle on the boy''s arm also chirped. "Narin!" He angrily shut up his partner, then glared at the other two, and then took out the knife in his waist.


    "You insulted me, and I asked to solve this problem with you in a man''s way! When I beat you, this woman will be mine too


    Lothar and cheese looked at each other, and the mage consciously stepped back half a step and made a courteous move. "In line with the principle of fairness, Mr. Lothar, please accept the challenge first."


    The battle is won or lost within five moves. Batu''s attack is not a threat to the count. The boy may become a strong fighter in a few years, but he still lacks the control of weapons and combat experience. After a brief trial, Lothar just made a slight trip, and Batu attacked with all his might. As a result, he was easily avoided by the count and knelt down on the back of his knee. The eagle on the grassland man''s arm was startled and wanted to protect his master, but the mage''s finger gently waved in the cuff of his robe, and a stone flew out of the grass, wiping the bird''s eyes and flying through it, making it fly into the air under the control of panic instinct.


    Lothar from the kneeling boy behind his wrist holding the knife, powerful force let Batu not long struggle to let the knife fall to the ground.


    "The first class, boy, don''t challenge an opponent you don''t know." When the count said this, he released Bartu''s wrist and let the boy lie down on the ground. The latter immediately picked up the knife he had dropped, but just when Lothar thought he was going to stab himself with the knife, Batu cut the blade towards the finger of his left hand. Fortunately, the count moved much faster than he did. Before the boy cut his finger, he grasped the blade of the dagger and snatched it from Batu''s hand. "What are you doing?""If you lose the duel, you have to pay for it. I still have a mission. I can''t die, so I''ll give you my finger first!" Batu''s voice trembled as he said this, but his eyes told Lothar that if he didn''t stop him, the boy would not hesitate to cut off his finger.


    "Keep your fingers, and the rest of you. I don''t want our guide''s blood all the way to attract the wolves on the grassland. It''s the winner''s order. You have no right to refuse. " Lothar said, throwing the dagger back to Batu. There was no smile on the count''s face, for the child reminded him of the ferocity of the nomads as enemies.


    "Guide? You mean he''s our guide? " Asked the cheese, paying attention to Batu with his spare light in case he would not listen to his advice and continue to injure himself.


    "The boy himself said, the water antelope tribe, a small number of nomads who have trade relations with liechui. If the Duke wants to find us a guide, there is no more suitable choice. "


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