The temperature difference between day and night in the wasteland is very large, but the felt tent is warm.

Monk Reed pointed at Charles: "This kid wants to collect your body!"

He pointed at the little hunter Bell again: "This kid wants to collect your body too!"

Finally, the old man stroked his beard proudly: "Cough. God has a good life. I am afraid that they will die halfway through the road, so I specially escorted them all the way. Fortunately, I will fulfill my mission! Since you are not dead, you will just pay my three-month salary."

"You're OK!" Charles was so angry that he came: "It's not us who drove the carriage? What else are you doing besides sleeping in the carriage?"

Although Charle was angry, his eyes were smiling. He pulled Winters' arm and refused to let go.

Winters went straight to the point: "How did you find me?"

"It's a long story. We will follow the army back to Paratu." Friar Reed said with a smile: "As soon as Hud retreats, they will come to collect your body."

Winters nodded slightly.

Bell whispered: "We originally wanted to go to the Styx to flip the bodies, but we happened to meet the Dajie Shaman who sootheed the dead. Monk Reid talked to the Dajie Shaman, and the Dajie Shaman brought us to the Great Shaman."

"The shamans of all tribes are also wise, and I can talk to him." Monk Reed smiled and said, "I heard that there is a Paratu champion in the hands of the Chihe tribe. When I heard this, isn't that you? I will follow him to find you."

The Little Lion mentioned that the Great Shaman wanted to see Winters, but he never came.

According to monk Reed, the Great Shaman is probably nearby.

"Did you see the white lion?" Winters asked.

"When I saw it, when I came with the Great Shaman, I was meeting the white lion who came back from the army of the siege." The monk Reed changed to a comfortable half-lying position: "A dignified white lion was so eager to accept my head when I saw me, but I didn't look like you boy. I was competing with me in my heart. Seeing that he had a good attitude, I just pointed him out a few words."

"What are you trying to tell him?"

"Don't worry about this."

Since monk Reed was here, Winters discussed with him about sacrifice to the golden man of heaven.

Bai Shi did not agree to his deal, nor did she refuse.

When the old monk learned of Winters' reckless behavior, he was so angry that his beard was pissed.

He was so angry that he scolded: "What do you think? What qualifications do you have to negotiate a deal with the Baishi? If you are not a cultivator, the Baishi has the means to make you speak! If the Baishi has a little evil thought, do you... do you know what the outcome will be?"

In order not to stimulate Winters, Little Lion and Eerlun have been careful not to let any "trophy" appear around him.

But Winters knew that the captured Paratus had been subsidized, and among them, his warriors were probably among them.

Winters lowered his eyes and whispered, "I just want to be better off myself."

"I want to make myself feel good? There is a way to do it! The simplest is to be honest and refuse to recognize my relatives." Monk Reed blew his beard and stared at me: "What prisoner? What's your business? As long as you don't care, you can leave if you pat your butt. As long as you can do this, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Charles and the little hunter looked at the old charlatan in horror, their eyes changed.

Winters said nothing.

The monk Reed was very tempted: "Don't worry about so many things, hurry up and go home. Return to Venetta and accumulate strength under the wings of your elders. The world remains unchanged, and you become an official step by step. If the world changes greatly, you will soar forward. You can attack and retreat and defend. This is the easiest and easiest way. I have pointed it to you, so why are you hesitating?"

Winters sat there like a rock, still saying nothing.

Monk Reed sighed, smiled and shook his head: "I'll tell you why the white lion didn't agree or refused."

Winters raised his head suddenly.

Monk Reed pointed in all directions: "There are mountains on the south side of the Great Wilderness, and the north side of the Great Wilderness. The tundra is still mountains behind the tundra; only the east side is the exit, but it is blocked by the Paratus. You said, what is the use of giving white lion gold? What can he buy?"

"This is an important sacrificial instrument..."

"Sacrificial Artifact?" Cultivator Reed said disdainfully, "How many soldiers are worth of? Just that great shaman, is his status noble or not? But how many soldiers do he have? Is he most useful? The white lion is Boya, and according to the rules, it cannot be called a khan, and you can't give him a golden statue. In layman's terms, you have to ask the Jin people to come down to earth to make the white lion's mother's day. Can you?"

"But he can negotiate with the fire-grower..."

"Negotiation?" Monk Reed glared: "When the White Lion received the Heavenly Sacrifice King Man, he completely lost the Fire Griller as an ally! The Red River tribe and the Terdun tribe are now both relying on each other and guarding against each other. For the White Lion, the Terdun tribe who lost the Heavenly Sacrifice King Man is the best Terdun tribe. He can use his power without worrying about being annexed."

"I...I don't know these things..."

"Oh. What can you know, your child is trapped in this small felt tent?" Monk Reed sighed: "What you gave to the white lion is a volcano that may erupt at any time. What you want to take away is thousands of labor. The prisoners of Paratu were scattered in the hands of Hud's tribes. Do the white lions still exchange for you tribes one by one?"

Winters' expression turned dark: "What should I do?"

Monk Reed asked back: "Why didn't the white lion refuse you, or just kill you? Once you die, the golden man who sacrifices heaven will disappear from then on, and all will be destroyed."

The wood in the furnace was crackling.

"There is still a turnaround?" Winters' pupils diffused.

"Two tons of gold are two tons of stones on the Great Wilderness. In Paratu, two tons of hard currency." Monk Reed sneered: "If you can bring supplies worth two tons of gold, the White Lion will happily hand over the prisoners to you. Do you understand?"

"Aren't Paratu blocking the Hed tribes?" Winters frowned: "He wants me to smuggle?"

Monk Reed did not answer, but changed his subject: "Remember I once said that no matter the outcome of this battle, no matter the outcome, will it affect Palatu's absolute suppression of Hed tribes?"

Winters nodded slightly.

"At that time, I felt that although nomadic people often had nonsense like 'Someone is less than ten thousand, and it is invincible'. But as long as the country settles in a stable position, it will definitely beat the nomadic people to howl." Monk Reed's eyes smiled in a crack: "But now...thing has changed."

Winters waited for the old charlatan to say the most important sentence.

The old monk smiled and said, "The Palatus fights by themselves!"

When the three corpse collectors set off, the coup in the Kings Castle had just ended.

Alpad, who returned to the Shuangqiao Camp, immediately rushed eastward to attack the Kings Forts. As for whom he won and lost, they didn't know.

Winters seemed unmoved to listen to Paratu's incident without expression.

"Father!" Charles asked the old charlatan dissatisfiedly: "Why do you feel that you are not worried about the civil strife at all, but you are very happy?"

"Of course I'm not in a hurry. The soul is the guest of the body, the body is the guest of heaven and earth, I am your guest." Monk Reed smiled and said, "Of course, you don't care about the big deal when watching the fun."

Shire was speechless, and wanted to refute but didn't know where to start.

"Why did the fight start?" Winters asked.

Monk Reed smiled with his beard and said, "This matter is simple. It's like a couple with different personalities getting married. One is called the Noble Republic and the other is called the Citizen Republic. When the newlyweds, the two parties can still respect each other as guests and hold each other together. Over time, the more bumps and bumps, it becomes increasingly difficult to bear each other. Then there are endless quarrels and even violence.

It is a child named "Victory" that maintains the existence of this family. Now that the child is dead, both parties claim to have ownership of the property. If you can't reach an agreement, just fight?"

"Oh, so that's the case?" Shire asked in surprise.

"Of course not!" Monk Reed made a thunderous thunder at Charles' forehead: "Where is politics so simple? History, resentment, deep contradictions, the personality of the parties involved, and every link will affect the direction of politics. Simplifying the political struggle and simplifying it into a metaphor for men and women to separate from each other is simply a big mistake!"

"Just say it." Charles covered his forehead: "Why are you trying to hit someone?"

Bell grinned and was also shocked.

"But there is also good news for the Palatus." Monk Reed sighed and said slightly sadly: "The White Lion...is a hero."

Charles and the little hunter were both stunned.

White Lion is a hero, what good news is this?

Winters raised his eyebrows gently and his lips were pursed.

The old monk sighed: "If the Bai Lion is a ruthless and ruthless hero, then he is much more difficult for the Palatus people than he is now. Unfortunately... he is a compassionate person."

After saying this, the old monk looked at Winters lovingly.

Winters looked back at the old monk calmly, and the two looked at each other silently for a few seconds.

"Some people think that people with low moral standards can achieve success." The old monk suddenly laughed, and a trace of sadness appeared in his laughter: "I don't want to believe this is true. How good would it be if someone could prove that they were wrong?"

...

Although the fixation has been removed, Winters still limps while walking. And it will be unbearable to feel sore after walking a few steps, and his left leg muscles will take time.

Shire, Bell and the old monk settled in the camp and waited for him to recover completely.

Shire stayed by Winters most of the time.

Bell and Lion quickly got along, and the two were almost inseparable.

As for monk Reed?

He had a dragon's head but no tail all day long, and he talked with the white lion, preached with the Great Shaman, or ate and drank in the camp.

The old guy has a special ability and can take good care of himself no matter where he is.

Bai Shi respected him very much, and the Hede people also respected him as Dexue Chan [the great wise man].

There is also a real "little white lion", which has grown as big as a calf and has also grown mane.

"Little guy" has no name now - Bell remembers that Winters didn't let him name it, so he still called Little guy.

The little guy still remembers Winters, the smell of the person who peed on it.

But that night it took the initiative to get close to Winters, but was slapped, and he was so angry for several days.

The people of the Chihe tribe regarded it as a magical one and offered cattle and sheep to feed it. The little guy didn't have to worry about food and drink, and the lazy personality of the big cat had the upper hand.

It eats and sleeps all day long, and lies at the door of the felt tent to bask in the sun when it has nothing to do.

You should know that the monk Reed and the other two traveled through the unmanned land, relying on the little guys to guard the carriage and drive away the wolves.

At that time, the little guy caught rabbits, marmots and even antelope by himself, and never asked anyone to feed it.

Bell originally thought he could take the opportunity to train the little guy to survive in the wild, but he never thought that after coming to Chihebu, it would become even more lazy.

...
To be continued...