The tribute horse caravan once again made camp at Xishen Guard by the Sanjiang mouth. In this area, the river waters flooded, and the water grass was very lush, though it was rather dangerous during the flood season. Shaguda's slave Batu left with four cavalrymen from Yi'erguli Guard. Only four days later did they return, bringing with them a burly fourteen-year-old boy and a forest hunter whose face was full of wariness.
"You're old Chief Shaguda's youngest son? What's your name?"
"My name is Yueto!"
"What? 'Yueto' the fool? You're called Fool?"
"My name is Yueto! Yueto isn't a fool, he's a simple lad!"
"Uh."
Looking at the boy Yueto, who held his head high like a simple-minded pillar, Ha'erman chief, old fox Ali, was momentarily speechless. After several breaths, he looked toward the sturdy Batu and the wary forest hunter, confirming again.
"Batu, Sahaliyan, is he really Shaguda's son? Shaguda was as sharp as an eagle. How could he have such a simple-minded son?"
"Ezhen Ali, Black Water bears witness! Young master Yueto is the old master's only remaining son! Though he's a little like a roe deer, he has the build of a wild boar, and is protected by the Mountain God. Look, all twenty of our Yi'erguli Guard cavalrymen recognize him, and have all saluted him!"
"Mm."
Ali studied the expressions of the Yi'erguli Guard men for a while and confirmed that this fourteen-year-old boy, Yueto, was indeed the sole heir left behind by the old chief. Then he turned his head again, observing the boy Yueto's appearance. Yueto was fairly tall, broad and solid in build, with a very decent physique; it was just that his face looked somewhat dull, and his eyes were not very quick. At this moment, facing the three chiefs and leaders