Manda and Worm entered the old Yaman's long house and sat next to the fire pit. It was impossible to have a chair. After rushing all day, it was comfortable to sit on the soft hay.

Long houses, as the name suggests, are generally more than ten meters long and four or five meters wide. The walls are made of stones of all sizes mixed with clay, and then wood is made of beams and thatch is made of roofs. This is the most iconic civilian residence of this era.

Along the direction of the long side, the house was divided into three areas, with Old Yaman living on one side and Old Yaman's horse living on the other, and in the middle is the soul of the long house - the fire pit.

The fire pit is a ignition pit, and a circle of stones is built around the pit, which can not only keep warm or cook.

It sounds a bit incredible. People just live with animals like this, but this is the house that farmers are proud of. This is the biggest difference between them and slaves. Being able to own a long house and own animal is the life of many farmers in their dreams.

"Tell me quickly, what happened in the valley?" Old Yaman served a bowl of hot soup for Manda and Worm.

Manda was hungry and thirsty, and this bowl of hot soup was really tempting. Looking at the kind old Yaman, Manda felt that the Leo woman’s misunderstanding of him might be too deep.

Worm held the hot soup and said, "Bruto's sacrifice failed. Marquis Narls sold us a fake golden apple, which angered Tifeng. He destroyed half of the temple and someone was injured."

This is a countermeasure that Manda and Worm discussed on the road. As long as Manda doesn't speak, Worm will always speak. And everything Worm says is the truth. This is the best way to prevent Old Yaman from being suspicious.

"I really didn't expect that Nars would do such a thing!" Old Yaman's hand was trembling, "How about Lord Earl? Not injured, aren't you?"

Before Worm could speak, Manda took the lead: "The Earl is very good. He prayed for Bruto desperately in exchange for Tifeng's forgiveness, but he also paid some price."

This sentence is to remind Old Yaman that the Count is very good and Bruto is also very good, and the main combat power in the valley is not damaged.

"What price should I pay?" Old Yaman looked at Manda nervously.

Manda took a sip of the hot soup: "The count promised Tifeng to wash away this shame, and he wanted the Marquis of Narls to learn to repent."

Old Yaman breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you gods, thank you gods for their tolerance. As long as the count is not injured, I am really afraid that my old bone will be helpless, drink more soup, and be hungry. I still have bread here. I have been thinking just now, where have I seen you, you should have gone to the shawl city with them."

Old Yaman handed Manda a piece of bread, and Manda nodded and said, "We made a mistake and didn't tell the fake apple."

"Young man, this is not your fault. That villain Nals is so treacherous. Please tell the Count that I am willing to fight for him and wash away this shame with him..." Old Yaman was stunned for a moment, and he found that Manda had turned into a cross-eye, "Child, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I was in the sand when I was drilling into the cave, and it was not very comfortable." Manda pretended to rub his eyes, but in fact he was staring at the bowl of soup in his hand.

Two slices of dried vegetables and one slice of bacon. The price of this bowl of soup will not exceed two copper coins, but there is a gold coin and a dozen silver coins in front of you. It seems that there are many precious ingredients added to the soup.

His hands kept fumbled at the bottom of the bowl, found a suitable position, and poked a hole at the bottom of the bowl with his golden finger.

The soup was very hot. Manda endured the burning pain and blocked the hole with his fingers. He crushed the bread and soaked it into the soup. It looked like porridge. He took a big gulp and swallowed it. Under the heat, Old Yaman couldn't see his mouth clearly, and only saw that there was less soup in the bowl.

"Eat, kid, are you tired? Just sleep for a while when you are full."

Manda held the wooden bowl without saying a word. Worm put down the wooden bowl and said, "Is there any news about Marquis Narles recently?"

"No," Old Yaman shook his head, "Why did that bastard do such a dirty thing? How dare he come to Tieshan Town? I have heard some news about Viscount Saurons. He increased taxes, bought a lot of weapons, and formed an army. It seemed that there were more than a hundred people, right in the Red Maple Forest. This number of people would be no big battle. I guess which baron under him is going to suffer again."

"Have anyone seen that army?"

"I have never seen it. There are a few farmers in the village who have seen it. They have sent pickled vegetables to the barracks."

"What are those soldiers, ordinary people or believers of ancient gods?"

"How could those vegetable farmers see this?" Old Yaman pulled the fire, saw Manda keeping his head down, and smiled: "Sleep, if you want to sleep, sleep for a while."

This was the second time he repeated the same words. Manda felt it was time to cooperate with him. He rubbed his eyes hard and yawned.

"Now is not the time to sleep!" Worm pushed Manda, who opened his eyes hard, with irresistible tiredness on his face.

There was not much broth left in the wooden bowl, and Lao Yaman picked up the spoon and said, "I'll give you another bowl."

"No, I'm full." Manda shook her head.

Old Yaman sighed and said, "Look at this child being tired, let him sleep for a while."

This is the third time.

After a short silence, Old Yaman said, "Are you worried that Sorens will attack the valley?"

"Do you think he doesn't?"

"He probably didn't have the courage, but if it was Nars' order, it would be hard to say. Although this place was not Nars' territory, Sorens was a dog. He dared not ignore the Marquis' order. Perhaps there were indeed believers of ancient gods in his army, and even believers above the second level..."

Old Yaman stopped, and he heard Manda's snoring. Manda was half lying on the hay, snoring, drooling, and sleeping soundly.

This requires some skills to tighten the throat and let the breath pass through the upper part of the nasopharyngeal cavity, and it can imitate a very realistic snoring sound. In fact, it is not an imitation. The snoring process is like this.

Drooling should be relatively simple. Lying on one side, letting the saliva flow naturally along the corners of your mouth. Don't be too artificial.

Manda's acting skills deceived Lao Yaman and Worm. Worm was about to wake him up, but saw Lao Yaman bringing a blanket and covering Manda: "Let him sleep for a while, just a while. How old is this child? He is still so young, so you force him to work for the Earl."

Old Yaman's tone changed, Worm pushed Manda: "Get up, it's time for us to leave."

Manda still slept sweetly, Old Yaman laughed and asked, "Which level is this child?"

Worm said coldly: "He just completed the sacrifice last month and has not yet entered the ranks."

"Old friend, how many years have we known each other? Do you think you are good at lying?" Old Yaman looked at Warm with a smile. "How could the Earl send an incoming child to test me? Do you think he is crazy?"

Worm grinned and showed two sharp teeth: "You betrayed the Count."

"Don't talk about betrayal, that's too harsh. Look at what the Count gave me? What did I owe him again? I have been with him for a whole thirty years. I am the messenger of Hydra, I am a demigod, and I don't want to live with the horse forever!"

Worm stood up and was about to pull Manda up, but Old Yaman pressed his chest with a fire stick: "Sit down, old friend, although I am old, you should know how big the gap is between us. Sit down and drink a bowl of soup and let us have a good chat. If it weren't for the sake of this child, why would I waste so much effort? Do you know how expensive a bag of sleeping grass seeds is? Is it worth it?"

Worm pushed away Old Yaman's fire stick, carried Manda, turned around and spit out a bite of worm silk at Old Yaman. Old Yaman used the fire stick to push away the insect silk, swept it under Worm's feet, and Worm fell to the ground hard.

Manda also fell miserably, but his snoring did not stop.

Old Yaman slowly stood up, and two snake heads emerged from both sides of his neck.

"Actually, this child has nothing to be wary of. I think he will not exceed the second level at most, but the Marquis wants to catch the alive, and one living is enough. Do you think I should choose him or you?"
Chapter completed!