It''s not so easy to find one with a red sign in the numerous yurts, especially when nuissa is quite stubborn and takes the team along the most complicated road. She didn''t seem to realize that the yurts with horses, furs and other things outside would not be empty, monitoring the colors of the signs in front of the yurts in a way that she wanted to exclude one by one. Batu and ATA are a little puzzled about this kind of behavior, but because cheese and others did not stop it, they quietly supported nuisa with their actions, so they did not say much.


    When they finally reached the northeast corner of the residential area, they saw the red sign hanging in front of the door. At this time, it was nearly an hour after they paid the accommodation fee. Batu and Lothar tied up their horses, especially Harold IV, who had just been tamed and resisted being tied. After the count appeased for a period of time, he reluctantly snorted and agreed. After Lothar finally stroked the hair on the top of his mount, a voice of admiration came from afar.


    "You have a good companion, and there are not many people these days who can tame wild horses and let them still have their own character." The speaker is blind. Although he stood alone and spoke to Lothar in the tone he had seen with his own eyes, his godless eyes had obviously lost their proper function.


    Lothar took his hand off his mount and turned to the blind man. The other person looked like he was 60 or 70 years old. Although his cheek was ruddy, the place not covered by the gray beard was covered with wrinkles. The count was acutely aware that the abnormality of the old man was not only his words and deeds inconsistent with his eyesight, but also his clothes were different from those worn by most prairie people. For the convenience of riding and moving, people on the grassland mostly wear clothes that are close to the body. If the cuffs and trouser legs can also be tied up, or they can wear gloves and boots to wrap up the parts that may be clamped in the harness. However, the material of the old man''s clothes is obviously expensive fabric with patterns, but the cutting and design are very casual. The cuffs and trouser legs are open, as if inviting cold wind and flying insects into it. It can be said that this is just a beautiful outer robe. Judging from the skin exposed at the chest of the old man, he has no other clothes except this one. This kind of dress makes people feel suspicious about the origin of his outer robe, but if it is really stolen or snatched, how can it fit so well?


    It''s OK to collect and analyze a person by sight and experience, but it''s not in line with chivalry to speculate about a person you meet for the first time, especially with malice. So even if the old man looked so suspicious, Lothar still showed all the courtesy he could show. Regardless of whether the other party could see him or not, he bowed slightly before opening his mouth. "I just borrowed his four hooves for a while. To me, he was more like a friend of the same trade. To my friends, I certainly don''t want to limit it too much. "


    "My friend? Can you think, is it lucky or unfortunate for it? Animals and people, people and people, that and this, can we really do for others The old man had a warm smile on his face. Although he was asking questions, he didn''t seem to want an answer from Lothar.


    "I can''t answer your question. But I know that in the place where I was born, people share a common understanding and a unified recognition of morality, and maybe our situation is really different. But in these one sidedness that can be recognized together, people should still have the possibility of dialogue. Of course, a friend of mine may have a better answer. He knows more knowledge and truth than I do. If one day people in this world can really understand each other, he will be the key to it. "


    "Do you believe that? Or do you want your friend to have this ability? Do you see him as omnipotent. Ha ha, listen to our topic, where have you been unconsciously? I''m an old man. I hope you don''t blame me. It''s inevitable that people get older. However, when you trust your friends so much, maybe you are also being trusted. My compatriots often say that the spirit of horse has two faces. But what they don''t know is that the neck of the horse spirit is not good. If you turn to the other side, you can''t turn it back


    Lothar frowned a little and looked back at Harold IV. Horses love freedom, which is the nature of horses, so if people really respect their four hoofed friends, they should enjoy this freedom. The count never doubted this idea, but what did he perceive in the old man''s words, and why did he include Harold IV with the commonness of a horse? Is that to say that one day someone proposed the so-called human commonness, then everyone has to abide by the so-called commonness, or else will be excluded from the human race?


    Such doubts only exist for a short time. Compared with mature problems, it is just an idea. Ideas come and go quickly. The count turned his eyes back to where he was, but the blind old man in strange loose clothes had disappeared. Is there really such a person? Does Lothar curl his mouth, or does he see hallucinations because he tells too many stories. In vain, the count lifted the heavy curtain and walked into the yurt. His companions were discussing something.


    "Are you really going? How can you be sure that what he said was a hint, not a warning? Maybe he is telling you in this way that the people living in the orange house number are a threat to us. Or he just said it casually. You also said, that man you have not met, what if this is not what you think? " Batu sat in his seat in the room, frowning and asking neusa. Lothar went up to the cheese and cast a puzzled look."Nuissa said the boss here had a relationship with her mother, and she showed the token, and the other party should help her. So since he mentioned the room with the orange door number, the people living there should be able to provide support for our next operation. However, Batu also has a point. As time goes by, nuisa has never met her current boss. It''s hard to say that her mother''s connections are still not reliable. " The mage explained the question to the count, but his expression did not seem to be troubled by it.


    "You know what this is about?" Rosa asked, usually cheese will show this kind of expression, it shows that he has a judgment.


    The mage nodded. "When the sun goes down, you, me, nuisa, we three will go and have a look


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