"Many outsiders think that because herders raise a lot of cattle and sheep, they eat meat, but that's not the case."

"Eating meat is actually a luxury. Sometimes, eating large amounts of meat can also represent disaster, because it means that a large number of livestock have died from freezing, attacks, and plague."

"Of 10 cubs, only about one will actually survive to adulthood and be slaughtered."

"There are always various accidents, such as monster attacks, low temperatures, grass shortages, diseases, injuries, etc."

"Life is very fragile, not just for livestock but also for the beastmen on the grasslands. Only one in a hundred can live past 50."

Looking at the galloping horses in the distance, Niya sighed and said, she was no longer as quiet as she used to be in school. After returning to her hometown, she seemed to be more relaxed.

"Our Sheep Horn Tribe was said to have been a large tribe a thousand years ago, but now only a few thousand remain."

"It was actually a fluke that I was qualified to enter Emenas." She shook her head, swung the reins against the wind, and then rode the red horse under her, galloping freely on the grassland.

Loran Hill also squeezed his legs together to let the white horse under him keep up, and behind him were the other two horses carrying the luggage.

After a while, Niya slowly slowed down her horse.

"Sorry, I was a little upset just now."

"It's nothing. Are you feeling a lot of pressure?" Loran Hill looked at Nia and asked speculatively.

"Um......"

"The people in the tribe have high expectations of me, hoping that I can change the fate of the tribe. But I understand that I'm not a genius, just an ordinary person with better luck. I'm afraid this result will disappoint everyone."

"Before I came to school, everyone used up nearly a year's income of the entire tribe to raise money for my travel and living expenses, fearing that I would suffer in school."

“I’m grateful to everyone, but I’m also afraid of whether I can live up to the expectations.”

Niya looked at the tents in the distance and thought of the people she had been around since she was a child: those familiar faces, those eyes full of hope, and those clasped hands. So heavy, yet so full of hope.