Dawn of the Grey Tower

Many people, mainly those in areas infested by prairie herders during periods of bad years, always equate prairie people with barbarians. In fact, this is not the case. The prairie people are neither barbaric nor ignorant, but the life of nomads is destined to be different between their personality and those trapped in the fields.

However, even in areas hostile to grassland people, there will still be some stories about them as the protagonist or supporting role. Among the many bridges, the protagonist of the story was persecuted or chased, and had to escape into the grassland. He fell to the ground during the famine and cold or used his last effort to knock on the door of the felt room.

The curtain of the felt room is of course not knockable. People who fall in the grass will not always meet the shepherd girl who just passed by. But even so, there is always one thing right in these stories about nomads, that is, the nobility and hospitality of nomads. A hungry person knocks on your door to ask for help. Even if you do n’t kill the sheep and entertain him, at least let him enjoy the same diet as the owner. This is the minimum amount of courtesy. And when someone seeks asylum from you because of the wind and snow, no one will turn them away. Notice that the spirits let him come to your door.

Therefore, when there are natural disasters and human disasters nearby, the children of the grassland will not refuse to seek help, of course, there is no dispute. But what about a night of war? On a bright full moon night, on a night when people are fighting each other, someone walks to your door and asks you for asylum. What should you do?

This is a problem. The first thing you have to consider is whether this person will bring in the disasters that were originally turned away, and then think about whether he is a deserter from whether he is malicious. These concerns are reasonable. After all, there is nowhere else to go. Anyone has to consider whether an antelope tired of running into the door or a hungry jackal.

But then again, will anyone really walk to the brightly lit camp in this night to seek refuge? If he is afraid, he will not be able to do it, 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 calmness and stability.

"Who!" The guard guarding the camp took the scimitar into his hand, and two crescent-like weapons crossed in front of the mage to block the road in front of him.

Gray robe raised his head, revealing a smile of helplessness and kindness, "I came all the way, it was dark when I arrived here, and I missed the opportunity to stay. The weather is not good, the outside is not too flat, I am afraid of jackals The night attacked, so I wanted to stay here for one night. I do n’t know if a few would stay. "

The majestic tone was full of flawed words. The position of the wolf master tribe asked the people on this grassland who did not know, how could they miscalculate the time because of the journey? In addition, this is the core area that only people in the headquarters can enter. Outsiders can not enter, and where can there be hotels and the like? Finding a hotel should go to the market, where the traveler stays, not to mention, on such a full moon night, it is always safer than here, right and wrong. However, this man's mouth is full of flaws, and the gatekeeper suddenly didn't know where to start after hearing it.

Everyone knows what this person really wants to say behind the flawed baloney. As the law enforcers of the market, these white wolf men are not good people, but they know the right and wrong boundaries better than ordinary people. There will be individuals who reject this suspicious gray robe, but they are the ten minority.

"Wait a moment, I'll ask my host if he wants to take you in. You stand here, don't run around anymore, where the fire shines, you are safe." The guard actually told the mage seriously Don't run around. Then he whispered a few words with his companion and turned and ran towards the largest white tent. This made the cheese feel a little helpless. He had put a lot of words in his stomach, preparing to create a mysterious enough image to arouse the interest of the owner here.

"Meow." A cry from the inside of the robe followed by a black figure jumping from the gray robe and jumping to the mage's shoulder.

When the remaining guard saw the cat, the guard on his face was slightly relaxed slightly. When the black cat began to lick his front paws, he couldn't help but say, "This cat is well-bred. Traveling with it can make it look so healthy."

The cheese froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes. But I heard that people here don't keep cats very well, and I thought no one would know this."

"Indeed, cats can't help hunting or drive away the flocks, they can only catch mice. There are really not many cats on the grassland. It's just that my owner really likes cats and has raised them for a while. The knowledge of keeping cats. "The guard answered fluently, completely unaware that he had exposed a lot of information. Maybe he does n’t think the information is worth keeping at all. It ’s not a shameful thing for a person to like a cat, so keeping a cat is not a shameful thing.

However, when a master raises a cat, even the guards who keep the gate follow him so hard? If it is not for flattery, is it necessary to respond to the master's preferences? Or does it mean that the relationship between the owner of this place and the guard is not as purely subordinate as he says, and has the distinction of master and servant?

It did n’t take long ~ www.readwn.com ~ The person who had previously reported to him ran back. He carefully looked up and down the clothes of the cheese, including the black cat on his shoulder. . "

The mage nodded and walked past the guard. Behind him, the soldiers turned their attention back out of the camp, and seemed to be very relieved.

"It seems that we made a mistake." Grey robe looked straight ahead, wondering who was talking to him, "Maybe, they don't need us to save at all. What do you think?"

"Meow." The black cat standing on his shoulders stretched out. Of course, as a cat, he couldn't understand human problems.

The camp was not big, and it didn't take long to walk to the center. The white felt room had no motley. The cheese stood in front of the curtain for a few seconds, and the guard standing in front of the door did not mean to lift the curtain for him. When the mage was about to say something, the curtain was lifted from the inside, revealing a familiar face.

"It's cold outside, come in quickly, milk tea just cooked."

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