Some people went to pick up firewood, some were cutting meat, and some were hiding bonfires. There was a lively scene, but Winters sat silently on the river bank.

The meat is cut into small pieces and baked, and cooks quickly.

It’s just that there are not many trees growing on the wasteland, and there are few branches that can be used to penetrate meat, so this method is not common.

Fortunately, some poor shrubs can be found in the nearby river and bay where the mud and sand are accumulated.

I don’t know how many years it took these shrubs to grow to reach their current scale. Anyway, they are all turned into fuel and skewers today.

The little lion pulled his brother to talk to Winters.

The three of them sat on the shore, looking at the dark river water in the night, and didn't know what to say.

Winters suddenly spoke, "Why don't you kill me?"

The little lion was startled.

"It's not me who saved you." Bai Lion replied.

"Why not kill me?"

The white lion did not answer.

"Do you know I am the 'chosen one' you said?" Winters asked, staring at the White Lion.

"A little heard."

"I'll do it now, and all of you here won't be able to survive."

"Um."

"Why not kill me?"

A look of horror appeared on the little lion's face. He wanted to stop Winters, but he didn't dare to interrupt casually.

"Don't you have not taken action yet?"

Winters asked word by word: "Why don't you kill me?"

"I don't know either. The bird was driven into the grass by a kite, and the grass would protect it." The white lion fell back and lay on the slope. He didn't look like a barbarian chief with tens of thousands of strings at all, but like an ordinary shepherd: "Once we treat each other as 'people', it will be difficult to kill each other again."

"But I killed you, a lot... a lot."

"I have killed you, too, a lot of people." The white lion's brown eyes were lowered: "Of course people will have hatred, hatred makes people feel comfortable. Hatred does not make people suffer, and understanding the enemy will be painful. If I stab you twice now, you will be much more comfortable. We have become enemies again, just try our best to kill the other party."

This time it was Winters' turn to remain silent.

After a long time, Winters spoke: "Can you understand the Palatus people? Can you understand the people they are coming to kill you, the ones you kill?"

"I understand, but it does not mean that I agree. I understand, so I am more determined."

"I know what you mean, and I know what you want to say." Winters spoke faster and faster: "You keep telling me that you are not savages, you are also humans, and you live a life. But this doesn't make sense, do you know? It doesn't make sense!"

The white lion and the little lion listened quietly.

Winters was getting more and more excited: "If I were not brought to Paratu, we could become friends, I would invite you to my house as a guest! But when I came to Paratu, I stood in that position, all this made no sense. Whether you are barbarians or not barbarians, it made no sense! You..."

The white lion reached out to signal Winters to stop, and he sighed and said, "You don't have to think so much. I'll ask you, if you meet me on the battlefield, will you keep your hand?"

Winters shook his head.

"Neither can I, but the war is over."

"It's just for now."

"Then you have to just live."

"If you don't kill me, one day I might have killed you."

"Then let's wait until that day comes."

Winters fell into silence again.

"I'm not urging you to let go of your hatred, I still have the strongest hatred towards the Palatus." The white lion looked into Winters' eyes: "It's just that you want to make yourself feel better, no matter what method you use. You saved my sister and brother, and they saved you again, that's how it is."

"Hestas and the others paid the blood, and the little lion did not owe me."

Bai Shi shook her head slightly: "You think it's a business, but I think it's a bond. Things happened like this, who knows what fate has arranged for us?

We don’t know you, but when I see you, I remembered me many years ago. There was a man who killed my father; the same man saved my mother, brother and sister. How should I view him? I don’t know.

We are carried away by the river. Our pain, thinking and struggle are not important to the river. Everyone comes through this way, and only a few people will eventually have the opportunity to change the direction of the river. If one day you have the opportunity to flow in the river, I hope you don’t forget what you think today.

And now…you just need to make yourself feel better.”

Winters chewed the words of the White Lion.

Like his brother, the white lion gently patted Winters' arm: "Go and get some meat, it's delicious. The little lion was wrong, you won't stay here. Take care of the leg injury, and you can leave."

After saying that, the white lion stood up and walked towards the bonfire.

"Where are you! Have you changed the river flowing?" Winters shouted at the white lion's back.

"Not yet." The white lion head didn't look back: "But I have never forgotten the past."

Winters stood there for a long time.

The little lion didn't understand what the two men were saying, so he pulled Winters' sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat meat."

Winters suddenly walked towards the White Lion.

The little lion didn't even have time to stop it, and no one had time to stop it.

The "Na Keer" and "Na Yan" of the White Lion were shocked, either catching the knife or pounced on Winters with bare hands.

But Winters didn't take action and didn't hurt anyone.

He stood in front of the white lion and said calmly: "I want to buy the same thing as you."

"Continue." The white lion lowered her head and cut the meat.

"Palatu captives, all."

"price."

"Two tons of gold."

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When Winters returned to Eerlun's felt tent, it was already dark.

The white lion did not agree or refused.

He just laughed and handed Winters a piece of meat.

The lights were shining through the felt tent, and it was obvious that Eerlun was waiting for him to come back.

Winters lifted the felt tent, his hair suddenly stood up all over his body, and the strong wind swept across his body.

A giant rushed towards him.

Winters was caught off guard and was knocked down directly.

The giant opened its bloody mouth, and the strong fishy smell almost fainted Winters.

Then the behemoth began to lick Winters' face, his barbed tongue as rough as sandpaper.

Winters slapped the other person in the head: "Get out!"

The giant whimpered in grievance, and angrily clamped his tail and left.
Chapter completed!