Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The robbery itself is not a big deal, but its consequences can be big or small, so the Wenduoer people in the tent are waiting for Batu to express his position.

Winters deliberately waited for a while, scanning the people in the tent with a cold gaze, and then he asked in a stern voice: "Old man, [in Hurd language], the people who took away your horses, your family, and your relatives can be in this tent."

The tall and thin old man shook his head: "[Hedian] Back to Batu, not here."

"Can [Hedish] be in this camp?"

"[Hidden] Back to Batu, not here."

"[Hedian] Can it be in pastures where tribes are not allowed to graze?"

"[Hidden] Back to Batu, not here."

"[Hud] Can you let him know that you have sworn to me and will be protected by me?"

"[Hidden] Go back to Batu and make him aware of it."

"[Herd] He still took your horses, your house, your kin?"

"[Hidden] Returned to Batu, and he still took away my horses, my house, and my relatives."

Winters turned to look at Pierre: "This old man's family was taken away as slaves by a certain tribe. I entrust you with the task of rescuing his family. Is there any problem?"

Pierre did not agree immediately, but thought for a moment and asked: "Were the Huds who captured his family inside the Waixin Reclamation Land, or outside the Waixin Reclamation Land?"

"From what he said, it was robbed by a tribe outside. You can try to negotiate with the Teldu tribe first."

"What if negotiation fails?" Pierre asked cautiously.

Winters smiled: "Then I authorize you to use a more convincing method of negotiation."

Pierre's eyes lit up, but he was still a little hesitant: "I'm worried...someone will slander you and the Hed tribe for starting a war."

"It's too early to officially establish a province in the newly reclaimed land. I don't know how much time it will take to do this. However, as long as the National Assembly does not formally pass a resolution, no one can dictate the affairs of the newly reclaimed land." Wen Wen Tes changed the topic, "Besides, I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Just go ahead and do it."

Pierre thought for a moment and nodded heavily: "I understand, please leave it to me."

The corners of Winters' mouth curled up involuntarily. He stood up, looked around at the people in the tent who had been spying on his conversation with Pierre, and said loudly and loudly in the accent of the South Bank tribes as accurately as possible:

"[Herd] When you swear allegiance and accept my arrows, I promise to protect you. Today, the elders in my tent have been harmed for no reason, then I promise you, old man, even if I chase you to the river I will bring your family and your relatives back to the end of the mountain and to the top of the mountain, and I will make it known to everyone that my word will be true."

Then, Winters motioned for Pierre to stand up, took Pierre's hand, stood in front of the Wendoer tribe, and said loudly:

"[Hidden] These are my ears that hear at night and my eyes that see by day. These are my arrows that shoot near and arrows that shoot far away. These are my falcons, my horses, my mastiffs... "

As Winters sang praises, the eyes of the Wenduoer tribe in the tent towards the young man next to him became more and more unusual.

"[Hurd]... To disobey him is to disobey me; to be disrespectful is to humiliate me; to fight against him is to betray your oath." Winters declared solemnly:

"[Herd] I want my mastiff to rule this grassland on my behalf. It will also be him who reunites the victimized old man with his relatives."

After saying that, Winters gently pushed Pierre in front of him.

Pierre gritted his teeth, held his head high, and accepted the scrutiny of everyone in the tent.

It was so quiet inside the tent that you could hear your heartbeat, and the air was so heavy that it couldn't flow.

Pierre's heart was racing and his chest felt tight, but he tried his best not to show any signs of discomfort.

Suddenly, a tall, thin man in tattered robes stood up with a swoosh - Pierre recognized the figure as the middle-aged runaway slave who was limping.

After the middle-aged fugitive slave stood up, his two nephews hurriedly followed suit.

Immediately, everyone in Wen Duoer's tent stood up in an uproar.

Everyone, unevenly but in unison, saluted Batu's agent with their breasts pressed against their chests.

Pierre's eyes were a little moist - not because of being moved, of course, but because of excitement and some inexplicable emotions. But no matter what, he did want to cry a little bit.

He also followed the etiquette in the wilderness, put his hand on his heart, and returned the salute to his tribe.

Outside the tent, Bell let out a long breath.

"Pierre's appointment has finally come to fruition safely," the little hunter thought to himself, "and the strong wine can finally be served."

Next, as long as everyone is drunk until they are unconscious, the "banquet" will be completed, and Bell's mission will be completed.

"It's not easy." The little hunter wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself.

He gestured, and the waiters who had been waiting for a long time filed into the palace tent with their skins filled with strong liquor.

…

When a Hud attends a "banquet", it is considered polite to be extremely drunk.

Because wine is a very precious thing, not drinking it all would be a sign of contempt for the owner.

But Winters always hated the feeling of losing control, so he just drank a token amount and left the table.

However, he still kept the little hunter in the palace tent to maintain order - mainly to prevent some drunken tribesmen from disagreeing with each other and raising a case against him.

The so-called "rectification" of "rectifying the banquet" not only refers to providing meals, but also means "rectifying the public order".

Because Pierre failed to return to the old camp in time and missed the opportunity to "fix the banquet," it was a blessing in disguise that he was able to escape from the banquet.

Winters retreated behind the curtain and left the palace tent through the small door.

As soon as he left the palace tent, he immediately gave an order to Pierre behind him: "Go and bring that thin old man over. I have something to ask him."

Although the old people who came to petition were all quite thin, Pierre understood which "thin old man" the blood wolf was talking about without even asking.

"I'll go right away." Pierre raised his hand and saluted crisply: "Where do you want me to take him?"

"Bring it to my sleeping tent..." Winters glanced at a certain guard who followed him out of the palace tent, and changed his words: "No, bring it to the side tent. I will see him later."

To his disappointment, there was no reaction from one of the guards.

After watching Pierre's back disappear behind the wall of the palace tent, Winters turned and walked towards the sleeping tent at the back of the camp.

The first thing he did when he entered the sleeping tent was to untie the wide belt that was as tight as a woman's waistband.

Without the help of this thing, Winters might not have been able to sit still for several hours on that camp bed that was as short as a bench.

After taking off his belt, Winters moved his muscles with pain and pleasure, and all the joints in his body made a "crackling" sound.

The guard who had been guarding his right front during the entire banquet also walked into the sleeping tent.

Coincidentally, the first thing the guard did when he entered the sleeping tent was to quickly take off his helmet and armor to get rid of these heavy burdens. After all, Winters sat the entire time, while the guard stood the entire time.

With something in his mind, Winters tiptoed close to the guard. Seizing the rare opportunity, he flew up and kicked the guard on the butt.

The guard was kicked and staggered several steps, but he did not fall. He turned his head and pulled off his helmet, revealing Father Carman's face.

Father Carman clenched his fists, his saint-like face was distorted by anger, and he didn't even realize that he had cursed: "Asshole! What are you doing?"

The blood wolf, who was about to be beaten violently, seized the last chance before the iron glove stamped his eyes, and shouted back: "You have the nerve to ask me what you are doing?! I want to ask you what you are doing. What?!"

Winters, who was mainly anti-customer, asked angrily: "Have the hands of the Reformation Order reached out to Heder Heath?!!"

"Ah?" Father Carman was stunned. In shock, he no longer cared about pursuing someone for public revenge and kept asking: "What did you say? What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Winters maintained the appearance of anger while studying Father Carman's reaction:

"What else could it mean? Of course it's that old man! Huh, I don't even have to use my nose, I can smell the strange smell of that old man with my knees! What a bullshit 'vagrancy group', I think it's a religious order! You reform cultivators Yes, you reached out to the two mountains without even realizing it! You reached into our backs and our butts! "

Father Carman was beaten speechless by the hail of questioning. He tried hard to digest Winters' words, and at the same time solemnly and formally declared: "I will tell you one more time, and this will be the last time - me! No! A member of the Reform Order!"

"Yeah~ right~" Winters sneered and curled his lips: "After all, the Reform Order has been 'excommunicated'."

As soon as he saw someone's expression of complete disbelief, Father Carman's anger surged upwards, and his iron gloves creaked loudly in his grip, but in the end the priest put business first.

"Tell me carefully." Kaman gritted his teeth and asked, "What 'old man'? Which 'old man'?"

Winters found that Kaman's reaction didn't seem like he knew the inside story, nor did he seem to be faking it, but he couldn't lose his momentum, otherwise his life might be in danger, so he said in a tone of lingering anger: "It can still be... Which old man? Is that the thin old man?”

Kaman was furious: "Which of those old Hurd guys isn't thin?"

"You don't need to ask me, you can find out for yourself - I asked Pierre to take that weird old man to the branch." Winters pretended to look at Father Carman for a moment, until he looked at the latter. He was furious, so he asked in a suspicious tone: "You really don't know?"

Kaman, who was on the verge of losing control, punched the wall of the sleeping tent, punching a hole in the felt cloth and causing himself to stumble.

He regained his balance in embarrassment and said angrily: "Of course I don't know! How many times have I told you? I am not a member of the Reformation Order! The Reformation Order is gone! It no longer exists! It has long since ceased to exist! Understand?!"

Winters faced the storm calmly. When Kaman's strength was exhausted, he smacked his lips in a leisurely manner: "I understand, I understand - why are you so impatient?"

He smiled and patted Father Carman on the shoulder with a sincere look: "I believe you."

Kaman almost choked to death on the spot with a mouthful of old blood.

"However, in the final analysis, there are so many misunderstandings between us, isn't it because you never explained to me clearly what your relationship is with the Reformation Order?" Winters added.

Kaman no longer had the energy to argue or hit anyone. He took out the holy symbol from his clothes, put it against his forehead, and chanted in a low voice.

"But there must be something wrong with that old man, whether you know it or not." Seeing that the time was almost up and revenge was almost avenged, Winters put away his smile and said seriously: "So I think it's best for you to Go talk to him first - before I talk to him."

"Okay." Kaman nodded weakly: "I'll go."

Having said this, Father Carman did not move immediately, but continued to recite his unfinished prayer.

Winters waited for a while and saw that Carman was still chanting sutras, and he dared to kick again: "Why don't you go quickly?"

The next moment, an iron glove appeared in his field of vision.

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