Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 217 The River

   On June 20, after a full ten weeks of fixation, the tribal healers removed the wooden mold of Winters' left leg.

   "Does it hurt?" Erlun asked distressedly.

   Winters shook his head.

  After two months, the broken left leg finally reunited with its owner.

   The owner of the left leg has become a little fatter, and his complexion is much better - the herdsmen's diet is too high in fat and protein, and the originally sunken cheeks and eye sockets almost rebounded visibly to the naked eye.

   But the left leg is thinner and the muscles atrophied, and it looks like a hemp stalk compared to its twin brother's right leg.

  The tribal healer pinched Winters' wound inch by inch.

   and then leaned his ear over Winters' lap and tapped with the mallet.

   "[Hede] Edun." The doctor respectfully said to Eerlun: "[Hede] Batu can walk."

   Eerlun was so happy that he took out a lot of gold and silver jewelry as a reward to the doctor.

   "How?" Winters asked calmly.

   "He said you can walk."

   Winters put his hands on the ground, ready to get up.

   As soon as he took a step, he lost his center of gravity and fell suddenly to the left.

  Erron exclaimed to help Winters.

   But Winters wiggled his arms, struggled to regain his balance, and wobbled in circles in the felt tent.

  The doctor observed Winters' pace and asked, "[Herde] Batu, does your leg hurt?"

  Eerlun wanted to help but didn't dare to reach out. He stood beside Winters to interpret for the doctor: "He asked if your leg hurts?"

   "It hurts."

"[Herde] hurts!" The doctor took out the plaster in the horns and explained, "[Herde] hasn't seen him for two months, and the mastiff doesn't recognize its owner, not to mention the legs? It needs to be pulled slowly. To get used to his legs, his legs also need to get used to him slowly. Edun should remember to apply medicine and massage for Tubing every day. If the bones are not crooked, Tubing will get better."

  Eerlun happily sent the doctor away, and when he returned to the felt tent, he saw that Winters was wearing boots.

  Eerlun was a little panicked and asked weakly, "What is this going for?"

   "The felt tent is too small, I'll go outside for a walk."

   Winters was struggling to get through his boots, his left leg was stiff and sore, making it very difficult to move.

  Eerlun hurriedly brought the folding chair: "The doctor said you have to take your time and don't be in a hurry."

   Winters laced his boots silently.

  The felt curtain was lifted, and the little lion came in.

   "I heard that you can walk?" The little lion said happily: "Go! I'll take you to take a bath!"

  Eerlun gave the little lion a reproachful look: "He's not completely healed yet!"

  The little lion looked left and right: "Isn't this good looking? It's not crooked."

   Hearing the little lion's words, the movements of Winters' hands stopped.

   For two months, he has almost only moved within three meters of the felt tent.

  In addition to daily washing, cleaning the body depends on wiping with a wet towel.

   When he was in a coma at first, Eerlun wiped his body for him, and when Winters woke up, he did it by himself.

   He really wanted to take a quick bath. If there is no hot water, cold water will do.

   Winters looked at the little lion and nodded slowly.

  Eerlun couldn't handle the two men, and silently helped Winters get dressed.

   Today's Winters looks almost a Hurd at first glance: he wears a slanted robe and leather boots, and his beard and hair have not been groomed for two months, growing naturally.

   Only his eyes, very melancholy, do not have the bold and unrestrained temperament of the Hurd people.

  The little lion brought a horse, and softly called to put the horse on the ground, so that Winters sat on the saddle without difficulty.

   "Are you still getting used to it?" The little lion asked with a smile.

   Winters tugged at the reins lightly and nodded slightly.

  The Hurds don't need iron chews, but neither did Winters.

  The two walked slowly at first, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally they almost galloped on horses, running all the way to the river bank.

   A pile of clothes was thrown on the river bank, and many men were fighting in the water.

  The people who fight in the water fight look like adult men, but at the moment they play like children.

   "Go!" The little lion jumped off the saddle and undressed excitedly: "Let's go down too."

   As soon as he took off his robe, the little lion suddenly remembered that Winters had inconvenience in his legs and feet, and helped Winters dismount again.

   Winters was obviously hesitant, but he didn't refuse.

   He slowly took off his clothes, folded them, and staggered into the river.

  The river water is cold, and the moment you touch it, the hairs on your whole body stand on end.

   But once you get used to the water temperature, it's no big deal, but it makes you feel comfortable.

   Winters went deeper and deeper, and the buoyancy of the water reduced the burden on his left leg, making his left leg less sore.

   That’s right, it’s just soreness. He didn't feel pain, just an overtired soreness.

  The men in the water didn't notice that two more people joined in - in fact, there were always people in the water - they were shouting for water fights, wrestling in the water, fishing and swimming.

  Winters picked up the river water and slowly scrubbed his body.

   The man beside him laughed and threw himself over, raising the water on his face.

   Winters' muscles suddenly tightened, and he suddenly looked up at each other.

The man in front of    didn't realize that Winters could violently hurt anyone at any moment, and was still laughing and raising water at him.

   Winters was stunned.

  Because the man who splashed water on him and laughed like a child was the hero of the wasteland, the warrior of the various tribes, and the leader of the Chihe tribe - the white lion.

  Two enemies who were dead and alive on the battlefield met naked in this way.

   Winters' eyes were inevitably drawn to the scars on the white lion.

  The body of the white lion has been almost destroyed into a sieve, and no part of the body more than two palms is intact.

The most    are the spots left by the arrows, then the streaks left by the sword, and several shocking gunshot wounds.

   But what about Winters himself? It's the same as the white lion, but with fewer scars.

  The white lion noticed the strangeness of the person in front of him, he leaned on his waist and panted, and asked with a smile, "[Herde] Why haven't I seen you?"

   Winters couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and he couldn't answer if he could.

   White Lion was meeting him for the first time, and it was the third time he had met White Lion.

   It's just that the first two times the two sides were mortal enemies, and his face was hidden under the helmet. It was the first time to "see each other frankly".

  Silence is like an invisible sound wave, spreading rapidly in all directions.

  The men playing in the water stopped one by one, and everyone felt the change in the atmosphere.

  The riverside, which was still full of laughter just now, was deadly silent.

  The air seemed to freeze, everyone looked at the white lion, and the strange man in front of the white lion.

"[Hedde] I caught the fish!" The little lion's head emerged from the water, and a thin-scaled salmon was struggling desperately in his hands, he laughed happily: "[Hedde] look at what this is !"

  No one spoke.

  The little lion shook the water on his head, his smile became stiff, and he realized that something was wrong.

   "Brother [Herde]! Let's grill the fish and eat it!" The little lion grabbed the fish tail and fluttered to the side of the white lion, explaining quickly, "This is the person I told you."

  The white lion nodded gently to the strange man and greeted the others: "[Herde] Don't worry, a little misunderstanding."

The people around    relaxed, and they continued to play in the water. But the atmosphere has become strange, and it is not the same as before.

  The White Lion sighed and nodded to Winters again.

   He walked slowly to the bank, sat down on the sandy shore, and let the wind dry the water droplets on him.

  The little lion said to Winters in a low voice, "I was rash, my brother just came back, and I was thinking of letting you come to see him quickly."

   Winters shook his head and continued to wash his body.

   The sky is getting darker.

  Someone brought a few sheep, and they slaughtered them on the shore, broke their meat, and set up a fire.

   Part of the mutton is boiled in a pot, and the other part of the mutton is grilled.

  The people from the Chihe Department washed away the dust, walked to the river bank with a smile, and naturally participated in the preparation of food.

   Some people were picking up firewood, some were cutting meat, and some were managing the bonfire. It was a lively scene, but Winters sat silently on the riverbank.

  The meat is cut into small pieces and grilled, and cooked quickly.

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

  Fortunately, some poor shrubs can be found in the nearby river bay where the sediment is accumulated.

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

  The little lion took his brother to talk to Winters.

   The three of them sat on the bank, looking at the deep black river in the night, not knowing what to say.

   Winters suddenly said, "Why didn't you kill me?"

  The little lion was startled.

   "I didn't save you." White Lion replied.

   "Why don't you kill me?"

   White Lion did not answer.

   "Do you know that I am the 'chosen one' in your mouth?" Winters asked, staring at the white lion.

   "Slightly heard."

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

"Um."

   "Why don't you 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.

   "Didn't you do it yet?"

   Winters asked word by word, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"I don't know either. The bird was driven into the grass by the Harrier, and the grass will protect it." The white lion fell backwards and lay on his back on the slope. Ordinary Shepherd: "Once we see each other as 'people', it's hard to kill each other."

   "But I killed your people, many... many."

"I also killed your people, many, many." The white lion's brown eyes drooped: "Of course people have hatred, hatred makes people feel comfortable. Hatred does not make people painful, understanding the enemy is painful. If I stabbed now If you take two stabs, you will feel a lot more comfortable. We have become enemies again, just try to kill each other."

   This time it was Winters' turn to be silent.

   After a long time, Winters said, "Can you understand the Paratus? Can you understand the people who are coming to kill you, the people who kill you?"

   "I understand, it doesn't mean I agree. I understand, so I'm more determined."

"I know what you mean, and I know what you're trying to say." Winters spoke faster and faster: "You keep telling me that you are not savages, you are human, and you live your life. But It doesn't make sense, you know? It doesn't make sense!"

  The white lion and the little lion listened quietly.

Winters became more and more emotional: "If I hadn't been taken to Parato and we could be friends, I would have you as a guest at my house! But I came to Parato, and I was in that position, and it all happened. It doesn't make any sense, whether you are savages or not, it doesn't make any sense! You..."

  The white lion stretched out his hand to signal Winters to stop. He sighed and said, "You don't have to think about it so much. Let me ask you, if you meet me on the battlefield, will you keep your hand?"

   Winters shook his head.

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

   "For the time being."

   "Then let's just pass by."

   "If you don't kill me, one day I may kill you."

   "Then wait until that day comes."

   Winters fell silent again.

"I'm not advising you to let go of your hatred, I still have the strongest hatred for the Paratus people." The white lion looked into Winters' eyes: "It's just that you have to make yourself feel better, no matter what method you use. You saved My sister and brother, they rescued you again, that's what happened."

   "Hestas and the others paid the blood money, and the little lion doesn't owe me anything."

  The white lion shook his head slightly: "You thought it was a business, but I thought it was a bond. It just happened, who knows what fate has arranged for us?

   We don't know each other, but when I see you, I think of me many years ago. There was one man who killed my father; the same man who saved my mother, brother and sister. How should I view him? I do not know either.

  We are carried away by the river, our pain, thinking and struggle are not important to the river. Everyone comes this way, and only a few eventually get the chance to change the direction of the river. If one day you have the opportunity to change the direction of the river, I hope you will not forget what you are thinking about today.

   And now...you just have to make yourself feel better. "

   Winters chewed the words of the White Lion.

Like a brother, the white lion gently patted Winters' arm: "Go get some meat, it's delicious. The little lion is wrong, you won't stay here. Take care of your leg injury and go away. Bar."

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

   "What about you! Did you change the direction of the river?" Winters shouted at the back of the white lion.

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

   Winters stood there blankly for a long, long time.

   Little Lion didn't understand what the two men were talking about. He lightly tugged at Winters' sleeve: "Let's go, I'll take you to eat meat."

   Winters suddenly strode towards the white lion.

   The little lion didn't even have time to stop it, and everyone didn't have time to stop it.

   The "Na Ke'er" and "Na Yan" of the white lion were shocked, either grabbing the knife, or pounced on Winters with their bare hands.

   But Winters didn't do anything, didn't hurt anyone.

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

   "Go on." The white lion lowered his head and cut the meat.

   "Plato captive, all."

"price."

   "Two tons of gold."

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  …

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When    Winters returned to Erlen's felt tent, it was completely dark.

  The white lion did not agree, nor did he refuse.

   He just laughed and handed Winters a piece of meat.

   Little lights came out from the felt tent, and it was obvious that Erlun was waiting for him to come back.

  Winters opened the felt tent, his whole body suddenly stood up, and the wind whirled past his body.

   A behemoth rushed towards him.

   Winters was caught off guard and fell directly.

  The behemoth opened its mouth wide, and the strong stench almost stunned Winters.

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

  Winters slapped each other on the head: "Go away!"

   The behemoth whimpered in grievance, tucked its tail angrily and walked away.

Inside the    felt tent were three people Winters had never imagined would appear: Ciel, the little hunter, and the old magician.

   This should be considered everyday, right? (assured)

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