Hearing Pierre's voice, Winters immediately sat up.

He wanted to ask the little lion to enter the account directly, but the swelling and painful eyes reminded him that "at this time" is not a good time to meet the messenger.

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

"Yes!" Pierre answered through the felt cloth, and then his cold voice rang again, "Please, Lord Yahatch."

Outside the tent, someone hummed with dissatisfaction, and the movement of his boots stomping into the mud and water was immediately transmitted into the tent, and it became farther and farther away.

Winters breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, just as Winters was thinking about whether to find a helmet first and then meet the little lion, the footsteps that had been away from him suddenly turned back rapidly.

The next second, the little lion directly knocked open the curtain and broke into the side tent. He shouted angrily:

"What? Hestas! Are you hiding a woman in your felt tent or something? Why is it so troublesome to see you?"

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

The little lion was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Winters' face and laughed unceremoniously.

He laughed so hard that he was so angry that he was almost rolling on the ground.

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

Pierre first saluted the Blood Wolf quickly, then grabbed the little lion's sleeve and shoulder, and forced the latter out.

The anger in his tone could not be suppressed at all: "His Excellency Yahach! Please!"

Winters waved his hand at Pierre.

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

"Pierre, stay." Winters called Pierre, then held his chin and looked at someone who was overwhelmed, patiently waited for the other party to smile, and then said calmly:

"The scar is the warrior's medal, the little lion, don't forget this."

The little lion wiped his saliva with unsatisfactory thought, and asked in surprise: "So, Hestas, which brave warrior is he who has such a big medal for you?"

"What?" Winters was joking and laughing, "I want to send me a medal back?"

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

Winters instantly silenced.

The atmosphere inside the side tent also became a little awkward.

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

Pierre saluted and left the detachment.

Only Winters and Lion Lion are left in the tent, and the latter looks like they are waiting to be asked questions.

"Is your brother and sister okay?" Winters asked shamelessly.

Little Lion pretended to be confused: "Brother or sister?"

"Brother and sister." Winters was as proud as gold.

The little lion deliberately went around in circles and dragged a long tail sound to answer: "It's all very good."

"It's good." Winters smiled and suddenly asked intently: "What about you?"

"Me?" The little lion was stunned. It was his turn to be confused: "What's wrong with me? I'm not right in front of you? Look, am I not very good?"

"The only brother of the White Lion, the only heir of the Chihe tribe, did not stay in the old camp to guard the stove, but ran to me every few days - the territory of the Paratus." Winters looked at the little lion carefully: "How could I not ask you if it's okay?"

The little lion stood hard for a while, but finally got angry.

He walked to the camping bed, pushed Winters, allowing the latter to make some room for himself, and then sat down next to the latter.

"Don't worry, I'll come to you, but it will bring some people's hearts." The little lion stretched out his legs and said indifferently while taking the straw stick from his pants:

"Haha, some of my brother's sons are looking forward to pulling the bow as soon as possible, and hope that I will disappear as soon as possible. If I am not in the old camp, they will be happy."

"You have a very prominent position in Chihe tribe, but you are a latecomer. Some people have their status declined because of your return. It is normal for them to resist you." Winters frowned slightly: "The key is your brother, what did 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 thought, but... now...ah, I don't know what he thinks."

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

After all, even 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 will never be too many blood relatives in the Great Wilderness."

The little lion said "yes".

Winters pondered for a moment and asked again, "What about you? What do you think?"

"Me?" Little Lion frowned when he heard this. He thought hard for a while, fell straight backwards, lay on the camp bed, and squeezed Winters into a small place to sit.

The little lion looked up at the sky through the skylight, laughed dryly, and said, "I said I don't want anything, do you believe it?"

"Letter." Winters replied lightly.

"Thank you, but..." Little Lion sighed again, and he murmured: "Actually, I don't want nothing.

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

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

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

“I want a boat like that, and then take it and go wherever I can go.

"Herby horses, cattle and sheep, felt tents, pastures, slaves... I don't want these things, so those who are guarding me, hiding them from me, and hostile to me make me funny.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "But they won't understand what I want. So I can only say these words to you."

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

"Oh?" The little lion was intrigued and sat up.

However, he sat up for a moment, immediately lay back, and said to himself: "Yes, you must say again, now you no longer have such ridiculous, innocent, stupid thoughts."

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

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

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching broke the silence, and Pierre's voice came from outside the tent: "Oh my Excellency, I brought Marza."

"Enter!"

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

"Why did you only take one?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

"I'll just stand and listen," Pierre replied.

Winters ordered without refutation: "Go and get one more."

Pierre received orders, put down his stool, and left the tent again.

Wintersley got up, cheered up, and lit the oil lamp in the tent with his hand.

"It's time to talk about the serious matter." Winters looked directly at the Little Lion: "His Excellency Yahatch."

The little lion also sat up, patted his cheek, cheering up: "Yes, all the bullshit dreams are gone, it's time to talk about the serious business."

"I've seen the order," Winters said expressionlessly: "Your appetite is big enough."

The little lion smiled and shrugged: "It's so time-consuming and trouble-free to get in and out of here, so you must bring more things."

"Unfortunately, but I also have to tell you honestly that I don't have that much inventory on my hands to exchange with you."

"We don't need to tell me about this, we know it too." The little lion was still smiling.

"So, may I ask..." Winters' eyes became sharper and sharper: "What do White Lion wants us to pay the bill?"
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