Dawn of the Grey Tower

"The taste of these meats is really good! Is there any secret recipe for the boss?" The happy Batu cooked and chatted with the owner of the stall. This is not what he intended to draw out from the other person's mouth. It ’s just that the hunters who have been ignorant of the crowd for a long time do n’t understand the scale of communication with people, so they are either lonely or silent, or they are arrogant and honest, Batu belongs to the latter. Because of this, he can reap the recognition of creatures from outside humans.

"Hey! You're asking the right person! I told you that this pot of soup in our family is diluted with water every day, but the soup is passed down from my grandpa's generation. The soup in this pot is absorbed every day. The essence of bone and meat, the three generations have not stopped for a day, even if you do n’t put the meat in, it will taste the same as the thickest gravy! ... "No store does not boast of its products, the food is the same, and the utensils are the same. Husband also had to brag about his neat way of chopping wood, how dry and dry firewood burned and how flammable. There are naturally ingredients exaggerated for commercial considerations in these words, such as whether this pot of soup has really boiled for so long before a second person can make it clear. But for the same reason, since it is for commercial considerations, then there must be a large part of the truth, and even the remaining exaggeration, it is likely that a part of it is true, but that truth is the truth that the owner believes. For others, this may not be the case.

When several people finished eating and walked back to the market, the moods of Batu and Atta increased significantly, and the repression of the day was relieved after the comfort of the food. They quickly attracted attention to various things at the novel prairie market and flew through the crowd like two butterflies. It's just that in the lively market in the morning, there will be people who are unimpressed by the goods and food. Their expressions are calm, even a little indifferent. The hawking in their ears and the colors in front of them can't make them happy.

After walking through a shop selling gauze, Lothar seized the opportunity when no one was around, and said softly to Nuiza walking beside him, "These men mentioned the children of the wolf master just now. It ’s Fire Call. What is Fire Call? Is there some kind of inheritance system? "

The wolf master's body was obviously stiff for a moment. She turned to look at the count, but she could not see anything from the face of the foreigner. This man, and the sorcerer in grey robes, had no clear purpose for coming to the grassland, and had little to say about the threat they were facing. But one thing is certain, they are variables, unpredictable wildfires, suddenly blowing the wind of the bow arrow. Although they were saved by these people, Nuisa ​​did not think she should believe them completely, but the alertness alone would be suspicious.

"Fire call is a ritual. In your words, it is similar to divination. But the guardian spirit of our tribe is the fire spirit, so the target of divination is also to ask fire."

"Use divination to determine the inheritance of property? It's a little too playful." Lothar frowned slightly, he had heard that in some countries with a strong atmosphere of faith, he would indeed finalize the successor's candidate or other major events in a similar way . However, the country where the grassland and the one-child inheritance system are different, the children of the wolf owner cannot inherit the name of the wolf owner directly from their father. The heir problem, some only divide the property from the hands of the deceased.

"This is also where I am confused." Nuiza sighed, and what she overheard at the table was no different from Lothar, and she is now more worried about this news than the Earl, After his body began to weaken, he consciously divided his livestock into different parts for us to take care of. This is a hint in the tradition that when he died, his cattle and sheep were in the pen ’s pen. Whoever inherits them. So I think our problem will not appear in this regard. They should have focused more on the loyalty of the clan and the division of the pasture. "

Lothar ’s eyes were biased. He wanted to see the expression on Nuisa ​​’s face, hoping to see whether she was out of her expected worry because of the development of the situation, or whether she was unhappy with the now bad relationship between her brothers and sisters. Or, she was thinking of something else. This complicated analysis is naturally impossible to distinguish at a glance, but he has some insights on the issues mentioned by Nuissa, "This is not difficult to understand. Perhaps in the eyes of your father, he has made the most of all wealth. Good distribution. But in fact, everyone feels that they get too little. "

"But this matter will not be that simple." The Earl of Montenegro did not think that anything could simply use human greed as a closing statement. If he was a pedantic knight who emphasized morality, then he could indeed do so. But such results have no other benefit than to make all kinds of problems in the world attributable to the sins of human beings. Moral criticism is not wrong, but most of the time, it cannot solve practical problems, and it will cause inheritors who have inherited part of the inheritance to set off behaviors that may make them already get what they have. motivation. The people most likely to have this kind of motivation are often the biggest beneficiaries after this incident.

"Of course it is not simple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The ritual of the fire call is not for any heir to intervene. As one of the most powerful gods among the spirits, the will of the fire spirit cannot be modified or modified." When the fire spirit was on, the wolf master's daughter shivered a little, and it sounded that she was more afraid than other tribes' love for her guardian spirit. "Remember that identity card? Guess what? How did my father and the other men in the tribe identify their children. They would drip their blood into the basin, cover it with the bottom of the basin, and then add the fat of the lamb in it, the flames would not hurt him. Blood relatives. "

She said, pulling the clothes on her right arm, revealing an ugly scar the size of a fist above the right arm, "Just not burn them to death, the fire spirit will leave every child passing through the fire according to her own preferences. The next mark. My brothers and sisters, everyone has similar scars, it is a proof of identity, and a curse we must bear. Since we were born, we have been dedicated to the Spirit of Fire, there is no choice, nor There is room for discussion. Either obey the flames or turn to ashes. It has always been the case. "

"Who will preside over this ritual of fire call? Who has the qualifications and ability to communicate with such a violent existence?"

"There is only one person. The real shaman of our tribe, the only shaman. But he, he will never support anyone."

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