Ride and Cut

Seeing that the report hadn't replied, Richard took out a bucket of honey like a juggling, and waved not far away.

Although the people of Alpine Fort have not been allowed to enter the tribe, the curiosity of the children has been difficult to suppress. They hid behind the oak tree in groups of three or five, glanced at them from time to time, and drew back quickly, lively and shy.

"There is honey to eat." Richard crouched down to look at the children and whistled.

Residents in forest areas are not unfamiliar with honey, and often like it very much. After all, it is a rare high-quality dessert. Obviously Tiger Spirit is no exception, especially children are more difficult to resist this temptation, the frequency of probes has increased significantly.

"Whoever comes first, give him the whole bucket." Richard Richard raised his bargaining chip with a smile.

Finally, a little boy couldn't stand it. He summoned his courage and ran out from behind the tree, standing in front of the lord with a look of expectation.

"Brave boy." Richard opened the lid and pushed the bucket of honey in front of him. In the sun, the amber honey paste gleams with a very soft luster, which looks very attractive.

"Is it all mine?" Tiger Spirit boy asked in a low voice.

After receiving the affirmative answer, he cautiously stretched out his index finger and wiped a bit of honey paste into his mouth, and his face immediately showed a happy smile, extremely stupid. He closed the lid carefully, and put his arms in his arms.

"Why don't you eat more?" Richard asked cheerfully.

"I have two younger sisters, both of whom are very greedy."

Behind the lord, a strong man in the mountain fort burst into laughter. Even Senid smiled and shook his head, bent down and squeezed his little face, "Good boy, go."

Richard sighed, a little dazed-at this moment, he suddenly felt a little homesick-not the mountain castle, but the home that was farther away and could not be returned.

If there were no accidents, he would have married and had children long ago, and became the father of one or more children. It may be a completely different life. It may not be better or worse. It is just a hypothesis that cannot be explored or grasped.

It is a pity that reality cannot accommodate hypotheses.

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In the eyes of this cunning, brave and stubborn Alpine Fortress lord, there was a rare tenderness in the eyes, which made Vera couldn't help but look at it for a long time.

"What are you thinking about, some old friend? Or a lover?" she asked suddenly.

Richard glanced at Vera and wondered why this woman who never talked to herself suddenly made an exception.

"I'm thinking about the good looks in the "Beautiful Dream", and I don't know if I ran away with them." The lord wiped the corner of his eyes pretentiously, with a sigh of relief on his face.

Vera took a deep breath, turned her back to Richard, biting her teeth and stopped speaking.

"Hu Blow." Bernard pierced relentlessly, "The kind of charming dream that requires at least dozens of gold coins to sit for a while, can you be willing to be a little lord like you? You can also get a dozen. I'll stand upside down and eat **** immediately."

"You are very knowledgeable." Richard smirked and winked at him.

"It's a fart to know what to do. I can't go back anyway." Bernard sat on the ground with a sullen butt, picked up some wild flowers indiscriminately, and threw it at the culprit who made him unable to go back.

"Bah, baah." The lord brushed his hair twice, shaking off the broken petals on it, "By the way, Senid, why do I think the children in your tribe have pointed ears?"

He had already noticed that the tiger spirit children who were peeping their heads at them all had a pair of elf-like pointed ears, and they looked very delicate and delicate by flapping them from time to time. But Senid and the guard who just showed up were all ordinary round ears, not much different from humans.

"We Ye Ling was like that when we were young. On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, we have to cut off the excess part of the ears." Senid took the initiative to lift his hair to expose his ears. "After the circumcision, the ears become round."

Only then did Richard discover that Senid had a small gap on the top of both ears. It should have been formed by cutting off the tip of the ear and the wound healed and gathered, and it is hard to find if you don't look specifically at it.

"Why do you want to do this?" He couldn't help but wonder.

"Because we Yeling believe that pointed ears represent good food and lazy cooking, and round ears represent hard work. Therefore, it is understandable for children to have a pair of pointed ears, but they should be cut off when they become adults."

"That's the case." Richard ignored the strange expressions of his subordinates who were behind him, stroking his palms and admiringly said: "It's a wonderful and interesting custom."

"It seems that we are very hardworking." Gunther touched his ear and grinned.

"You are really hardworking when you eat," Hutt said quietly.

"I really want to beat you up."

It's hard to say whether round ears represent hard work, but the lord has a deep understanding of how sharp ears are like easy work. As for the prairie elves in Alpine Fort, whether they are pure-blood or mixed-blood, they are all the same when they work. Last time he asked a few elves to clean up the overflowing dung pit, but they actually resisted on the spot. There is no precedent in Alpine Fort!

"The elders are here." Senid reminded in a low voice.

Richard raised his head and saw that there were three or four hundred people walking in front of him, including men, women and children. Surrounded by the crowd, a total of twelve tiger spirits wearing long robes and holding wooden staff walked in front.

The youngest of them has white sideburns, more than half of them have the vicissitudes of stepping into the coffin. Needless to say, they must be the elders of the tribe. And from a quantitative point of view, it is likely to be a collective dispatch.

"Welcome, honorable guest, mysterious traveler, and mighty warrior. I am Tiger Spirit offering to Myra. I don't know how to call you?" It was a little old man who spoke.

Even among the elders whose average age is not low~www.readwn.com~, he appears to be extremely buried. His waist was squatting, and surrounded by a tall tiger spirit, he looked unusually small and weak. The hair is completely white, and the wrinkles on his face are as dense as the loess plateau.

Richard felt elemental fluctuations in him, probably a little stronger than Nehru.

"Just call me Richard."

Although Senid had long said that Ye Ling was very hospitable, Lord Lord still felt that the grandeur was a bit out of specification, which made him, a newcomer, simply flattered. He secretly raised his mind. As the saying goes, no matter what you do, you are not **** or steal. He doesn't know what these tiger spirits want to do with such enthusiasm.

"Master Richard, please come to our tribe."

Myra turned sideways, with a cane in one hand and a pinto in the other, with her fingertips facing the tallest and most leafy oak tree.

"Please come to our tribe!" The tiger spirit men, women and children all shouted in a clear and loud shout, and at the same time retreated to both sides, giving up a lane of people, bowing toward the middle, cheering, and spreading flowers.

Richard's eyes twitched twice, and he nodded reluctantly, "This... it's easy to say, it's easy to say."