Many people, mainly those in areas invaded by grassland herdsmen in bad years, always equate grassland people with barbarism. In fact, this is not the case. Grassland people are neither savage nor ignorant, but their nomadic life means that their character will not be the same as those trapped in the fields. Therefore, in the eyes of the latter, they are indeed unreasonable.


    However, even in areas hostile to the grassland people, there will still be some stories about them as protagonists or supporting roles. Among them, the main character of the story is persecuted or chased, so he has to flee to the grassland, fall to the ground in cold and hunger, or knock on the door of yurt with the last strength.


    Of course, the curtain of yurt can''t knock. People who fall in the grass will not always meet the shepherd girl who just passes by. But even so, there is always one thing in these stories about herdsmen, which is the openness and hospitality of nomads. A hungry man knocks on your door to ask for help. Even if he doesn''t kill sheep and cattle, he should at least enjoy the same food and drink as the owner. This is the minimum courtesy. And when someone comes to you for shelter because of the snow, no one will turn them away. It is the spirits who sent him to your door.


    Therefore, when there are natural disasters and man-made disasters nearby, the descendants of the grassland will not refuse to ask for help. Of course, there is no dispute. But what if, on a night of war? On a bright full moon night, on a night when people fight with each other, someone walks to your door and asks for shelter. What should you do?


    This is a problem. I''m afraid the first thing you have to consider is whether this person will bring in the disaster that was originally excluded from the door, and then think about whether he is a deserter from any side, and whether he has any malice. All of these concerns are reasonable. After all, the war is in chaos outside. Anyone has to consider whether it is an antelope tired of fleeing or a hungry jackal coming in the door.


    But then again, will someone really go to the brightly lit camp to seek shelter in such a night? Then if he is not afraid, or he has other plans.


    Cheese, it doesn''t look scared. Although the gray hood on his head covered half of his eyes, his face and body movements showed calm and steady.


    "Who are you?" The guard of the barracks took the machete into his hand, and two crescent shaped weapons crossed in front of the mage, blocking the road in front of him.


    Grey robe raised his head and showed a smile that seemed helpless and kind. "I came all the way. It was dark when I arrived here, and I missed the opportunity to stay. It''s not a good day and it''s not peaceful outside. I''m afraid that some jackals will attack me at night. So I want to stay here for a night. I don''t know if some of you are willing to take in. "


    In a dignified tone, what he said was full of flaws. Who in this grassland did not know about the location of the wolf Lord tribe? How could they misestimate the time because they were on the way? What''s more, this is the core area that the people of our department can only enter, so where can there be hotels and other places? To find a hotel, you should go to the market, where tourists stay. What''s more, on such a full moon night, it''s safer and less right and wrong than here. However, the man''s mouth was full of flaws, and the gatekeeper did not know where to start.


    Everyone knows what this man really wants to say behind his full of blatant nonsense. As law enforcers of the market, though the subordinates of these white wolves are not good people, they know the boundary between right and wrong better than ordinary people. Therefore, one person in a hundred will turn away the suspicious gray robe, but they are the ten minority.


    "Just a moment. I''ll ask my master if he will take you in. Stand here and don''t run around any more. You are safe where the fire lights up. " The guard actually told the mage not to run around. Then he whispered a few words with his companion and ran towards the biggest white tent. On the contrary, cheese felt at a loss. He had written a lot of sayings in his stomach, ready to create a mysterious enough image to arouse the interest of the host here.


    "Meow." A cry came from the inside of the robe, and then a dark figure sprang out of the grey robe and jumped onto the mage''s shoulder.


    The guard, who was left behind, was strangely relieved when he saw the cat. As the black cat began to lick its front paws, he couldn''t help but say, "this cat has a good one. It''s not easy to travel with it and make it look so healthy. "


    Cheese froze for a moment, then nodded, "yes. But I heard that people here don''t have a lot of cats, and I thought no one would know about it. "


    "Indeed, cats can''t help hunt, they can''t help to drive away sheep, they can only catch mice. There are not many cats on the grassland. It''s just that my owner likes cats very much and has kept them for a while, so we know something about cats The guard answered fluently, not knowing that he had exposed a lot of information. Maybe he doesn''t think that the information is worth keeping secret. It''s not a shameful thing for a person to like cats. Therefore, it''s not a shameful thing to keep a cat.


    However, when the owner keeps a cat, the guard at the gate will follow him so hard? If not for flattery, is it necessary to respond to the host''s preferences? Or is it true that the relationship between the master of the place and the guard is not purely subordinate, with the distinction of master and servant, as he said?Before long, the person who went to report came back. He carefully looked up and down the clothes of cheese, including the black cat on his shoulder. "Go in. The master is waiting for you in the main hall."


    The mage nodded and walked past the guard. Behind him, the soldiers turned their attention to the outside of the camp, as if they were very relieved of him.


    "It seems that we have made a mistake." The grey robe''s eyes looked straight ahead, and I didn''t know who he was talking to. "Maybe, they didn''t need us to rescue them at all. What do you think? "


    "Meow." The black cat standing on his shoulder stretched. As a cat, of course, he didn''t understand human problems.


    Yingpan is not big. It didn''t take long to get to the center. The white yurt has no color. Cheese stood in front of the curtain for a few seconds. The guard in front of the door did not mean to lift the curtain. Just when the master was ready to say something, the curtain was lifted from the inside, revealing a familiar face.


    "It''s cold outside. Come in quickly. Just made milk tea."


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