Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Hearing Pierre's voice, Winters immediately sat up.

He originally wanted to ask the little lion to enter the account directly, but the swelling and pain in his eyes reminded him that "now" was not a good time to receive the messenger.

So Winters cleared his throat and replied in a low voice: "Please, Your Excellency Ahazi, rest in the guest tent first. I will visit you later."

"Yes!" Pierre responded through the felt, and then his cold voice sounded again, "This way, please, Your Excellency Ahazi."

Outside the tent, someone let out a very dissatisfied "hum", and the sound of boots stepping heavily into the muddy water was immediately transmitted into the tent, getting farther and farther away.

Winters breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, just when Winters was considering whether to find a helmet first and then meet the little lion, the footsteps that had been far away suddenly turned back quickly.

The next second, the little lion broke through the door curtain and broke into the tent. He shouted angrily:

"What? Hestas! Is there a woman hidden in your tent or something? Why is it so troublesome to meet you?"

Before he finished speaking, the little lion had already seen the bruises on Winters' face.

The little lion was stunned for half a second, then pointed at Winters' face and laughed wildly.

He laughed so hard that he was out of breath and almost rolling on the ground.

Pierre, who was tricked by the little lion, also chased him into the side tent.

Pierre first saluted the blood wolf quickly, then grabbed the little lion's sleeves and shoulders and forcibly dragged the latter out.

The anger in his tone could not be suppressed at all: "Your Excellency Ahaqi! This way, please!"

Winters waved his hand towards Pierre.

After receiving the new instructions, Pierre reluctantly let go of the little lion. He gritted his teeth, saluted the blood wolf again, and turned to leave.

"Pierre, you stay." Winters stopped Pierre, then looked at the overjoyed person with his chin, patiently waiting for the other person to laugh to his heart's content, and then said calmly:

"Scars are a warrior's badge, little lion, don't forget that."

The little lion wiped his saliva with unfinished content and asked in surprise: "So, Hestas, which brave warrior gave you such a big medal?"

"What?" Winters said with a smile, "Want to send me a medal back?"

"Of course not, I just want to offer that warrior a glass of wine." The little lion smiled slyly: "After all, I'm not my sister, so I won't feel sorry for you."

Winters instantly misfired.

The atmosphere in the partial tent also became a bit awkward.

"Why are you still standing? Find a place to sit - oh, there is no place to sit." Winters suddenly realized and told Pierre: "Bring two mazaars."

Pierre saluted and quickly left the tent.

Winters and Little Lion were the only ones left in the tent for now, and the latter looked like he was waiting to be asked a question.

"Are your brothers and sisters okay?" Winters asked shamelessly.

The little lion pretended to be confused: "Brother or sister?"

"Brother and sister." Winters cherished words like gold.

The little lion deliberately went around in circles and replied in a long voice: "Everything is fine."

"As long as everything is fine." Winters smiled and suddenly asked pointedly: "What about you?"

"Me?" The little lion was startled, and now it was his turn to look confused: "What's wrong with me? Am I not right in front of you? Look, am I not very good?"

"White Lion's only younger brother, the only heir of the Red River Tribe, instead of staying in the old camp to guard the stove, he ran to me every three days - the territory of the Plato people." Winters looked at the little boy carefully. Lion: "How could I not ask you if you are okay?"

The little lion held firm for a while, but finally gave out.

He walked to the cot, pushed Winters to make some room for himself, and sat down next to him.

"Don't worry, I came to you, but it won some people's hearts." The little lion stretched out his legs, picked up the straw stick on his pants, and said nonchalantly:

"There are people in the Chihe tribe who are looking forward to my brother's son being able to pull the bow as soon as possible, and hoping that I will disappear as soon as possible. They are happy that I am not in the old camp."

"You have an extremely prominent position in the Chihe tribe, but you are a latecomer. Some people's status has been reduced because of your return. It is normal for them to resist you." Winters frowned slightly: "The key is your brother. What does your brother think?"

The little lion was silent for a while, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "I originally wanted to tell you that my brother would never have that kind of idea, but...now...well, I don't know what he thinks anymore."

The figure of the white lion appeared in Winters' mind. He silently talked to the white lion in his mind, but failed to get any credible results.

After all, even if the little lion is not sure what the white lion is thinking, how can an outsider know?

Winters could only comfort the little lion: "You don't have to think too much. There are never too many blood relatives in the wilderness."

The little lion said "hmm".

Winters pondered for a moment and then asked: "What about you? What do you think?"

"Me?" The little lion frowned when he heard this. He thought hard for a while, then fell straight back and lay on the camp bed, squeezing Winters into only a small space to sit.

The little lion looked up at the sky through the skylight, laughed a few times, and said, "I said I don't want anything. Do you believe it?"

"Letter." Winters replied calmly.

"Thank you, but..." The little lion sighed again, and he murmured: "Actually, it's not that I don't want anything.

"When I was on the island, what I wanted most was to go home, back to the grassland, back to my brother.

"Now, I got what I wanted, but I found that I began to miss the world outside the wilderness again.

"Of course, I don't want to go back to the island to be a slave. I want a ship, the kind of big ship that my sister and I took when we returned to the grassland.

"I want a ship like that, and then take it to go wherever I can go.

"Horses, cattle, sheep, felt tents, pastures, slaves... I don't want these things, so those people are defensive, hiding things from me, and hostile to me, which makes me laugh.

"But they won't understand what I want. So these words can only be told to you."

"Actually." Winters turned and patted the little lion on the shoulder: "I have had the same idea as you. However, maybe because the ship is not new to me, I want a horse, ride it, and go to all the places no one has been to."

"Oh? "The little lion got interested and sat up.

However, he only sat up for a moment and immediately lay down again, muttering to himself: "Yes, you will definitely say that now you don't have such ridiculous, naive and stupid ideas anymore."

"No." Winters said calmly: "I still think how great it would be if I could explore the frontiers of the world with my luck."

The side tent fell silent, and the two people sat quietly on the camp bed, each with their own thoughts.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence, and Pierre's voice came from outside the tent: "Sir, I brought the stool."

"Come in!"

Pierre lifted the curtain and walked in, holding a stool in his left hand.

"Why only one?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

"I can just stand and listen." Pierre replied.

Winters ordered without any objection: "Go get another one. "

Pierre received the order, put down the stool, and left the side tent again.

Winters stood up neatly, cheered up, and lit the oil lamp in the tent.

"It's time to talk about business." Winters looked directly at the little lion: "Sir Yahaqi."

The little lion also sat up, patted his cheek, and cheered up: "That's right, what a bullshit dream, go away, it's time to talk about business."

"I have seen the list of goods." Winters said expressionlessly: "Your appetite is big enough."

The little lion smiled and shrugged: "It's so time-consuming and troublesome to go back and forth, you must bring more things."

"It's unfortunate, but I must tell you honestly that I don't have so much inventory to exchange with you."

"You don't need to tell me this, we also know it." The little lion is still smiling.

"Then, may I ask..." Winters' eyes became sharper and sharper: "What does the white lion want us to pay with? ”

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