Chapter 527 Calming the Violent Spirit (Part 9)

In the remaining time, Pierre met all kinds of Hed people.

Only a part of them came to "Batu" to judge the case.

In addition, there were people who came to petition, to complain, and to complain.

There were fugitives who fled to the new land alone, but their families were still in the original tribe, begging Batu to redeem their families;

There were brothers whose fathers died and asked Batu to divide the property and determine who the stepmother belonged to;

There were also lonely old people who lost their only livestock and could not survive - watching the old man crying and complaining, Pierre couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

After half a day, Pierre was tired, thirsty, bored and annoyed just sitting aside.

On the contrary, Winters Montagne was energetic and solemn throughout the whole process.

"Batu" of the Wendor tribe listened carefully to the demands of every tribe member who entered the palace tent, regardless of the wealth and status of the person who came to see him.

Then, "Batu" made a decision that convinced the audience in the tent, or generously provided help.

The longer Pierre listened, the more he admired his brother who had been following him since the day he left Wolf Town. Inspired by this, Pierre also cheered up and did not show any signs of fatigue.

The "Wendor people" in the palace tent were also inspired.

This was the first time the Wendor people had a glimpse of how their "new master" ruled.

Before today, most of the Wendor people only knew about the superb ability of the "Palato Champion" to use ultimate violence.

Apart from that, they knew nothing about "Batu".

The reason why they joined the Wendor tribe was that "Batu" defeated the former overlord of this land, the fire-roasting man of the Teldun tribe.

It was the same reason as their ancestors joined the strongest of each generation south of the river.

However, a genius on horseback can also be a tyrant in the palace tent.

Joining the strongest can only guarantee the survival of the Hud people, but not guarantee that they will live comfortably, and sometimes even survival is only temporary.

Today, in this huge palace tent, the Wendol people saw the justice and wisdom of their "new master".

Thank God, it is not worse than the ability to fight - at least better than the fire-warmer.

In short, the Wendol people are very satisfied.

On the other hand, Winters is also waiting for the right time to officially push Pierre in front of the new residents of the new land.

The so-called "Wendol tribe" is not enough to be called a "tribe" in Winters's view.

A tribe is a community of interests maintained by blood and marriage. And what is the Wendol tribe? The Wendol tribe is a group of fugitives seeking refuge from external forces, which is even more "Sennas Alliance" than the "Sennas Alliance".

But it's good this way, this loose state is most suitable for external forces to exert influence on it.

If the Wenduoer tribe were allowed to graze sheep on the newly reclaimed land for twenty years, forming a new community that was impenetrable, it would be a disaster.

The last audience at this "banquet" was a tall and thin Hed man who was about fifty years old.

In Veneta, fifty years old is still considered a prime age. But in the wilderness, the Hed people who can live to fifty years old must be recognized as elders.

Winters saw that the tall and thin old man first bowed to him with difficulty, and then bowed to the tribesmen under his tent. Some of the tribesmen under his tent seemed to respect the tall and thin old man and bowed to return the greeting.

After the greeting, the tall and thin old man began to plead.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Winters immediately heard something strange.

Because he could "understand" it, and heard it very "clearly".

In fact, the accent differences among the Hed tribes are no less than the dialect differences among the member countries of the alliance.

The Hed people on the south bank of the Jinliu River speak differently from the Hed people on the north bank, the people in the forest speak differently from the people in the felt tents, and the tribes living near the border of Palat and the tribes living deep in the wilderness speak differently.

The horse herders of the Red River tribe speak to the reindeer herders of the Wild Hed, just like the Veneta people who speak the sea blue sound speak to the Monta people who live deep in the mountains. They are all talking at cross purposes and it is difficult to communicate.

Winters's enlightenment of the Hed language was passively completed in the Red River tribe. His life experience in the Red River tribe allowed him to gradually understand a little Hed language.

After returning to the new land, he took the initiative to learn from the old soldiers who knew the Hed language and the translators of the expeditionary army who were exchanged for prisoners, and then mastered the ability to "speak".

In a word, Winters mainly learned the accent of "north of the river", and the dialect of those tribes that frequently "communicated" with the Palat people and used a lot of common language loanwords.

Although after the Blood Mud War, he learned the pronunciation of the southern shore tribes through the captives of the Teldun tribe.

But when the audiences from the Wendor tribe, who came from various small tribes and spoke various dialects, entered the palace tent and stated their requests, Winters still had to guess the majority of what he could not understand based on the small part he could understand.

At the same time, he had to translate for Pierre.

Fortunately, the Hud people had rich body language when they spoke, which helped Winters a lot.

The process of translating for Pierre also gave him time to digest and organize the information he received.

Then, by asking questions to the audience and verifying his guesses in reverse, Winters managed to deal with the situation.

But the tall and thin old man didn't need Winters to guess at all when he spoke - he spoke with the accents of the northern shore tribes, and his pronunciation was very clear and the content was very organized.

The tall and thin old man claimed to be from a very small nomadic group. The reason why they are called a "group" is that their size is far from a tribe, but they include more than one family.

This kind of nomadic group is actually very common in the wilderness, because for nomadic life, a tribe of hundreds of "people" is too large and too inconvenient, and a family is too small and too dangerous.

So it is a natural choice for several families to graze and migrate together.

However, most other nomadic "groups" belong to a certain tribe. When the tribe has too many cattle and sheep or there is no war, small "groups" will break away from the tribe and graze separately.

If there is a disaster or a war with other tribes, the various "groups" will gather together and return to the collective grazing mode.

The special thing about the "group" where this tall and thin old man belongs is that - according to the tall and thin old man - they do not belong to any tribe, nor are they a tribe themselves;

They are a small nomadic group living in the cracks between the tribes. They do not have their own pastures, and it is impossible to keep their own pastures, so they can only wander between the territories of various tribes and exchange "necessities" to survive.

"Smuggler?" Winters thought calmly, "No, too weak. But how did he survive if he was so weak?"

After briefly introducing himself, the tall and thin old man began to talk about his experience.

Before that, the "group" that the tall and thin old man belonged to exchanged a small amount of food, cloth and ironware at the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe.

Then, while continuing to nomadic, they continued to exchange the cloth and ironware exchanged from the old camp with the sub-camps along the way.

Since the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe was just outside the border of Tiefeng County, it was quite convenient to obtain ironware and cloth - of course, there was also Winters's reason - so this created room for arbitrage.

Some small tribes that surrendered to the Wenduoer tribe would exchange ironware and cloth from the old camp, and then trade with tribes outside the "no man's land".

The little hunter reported such situations to Winters.

And Winters did not think that doing small business was a bad thing, so he acquiesced to the behavior of the Wenduoer tribe.

The "group" of the tall and thin old man also seemed to belong to the tribe that "does small business".

But tragically, just like they couldn't defend the pasture, the tall and thin old man's "group" couldn't defend their goods.

Not only were the goods robbed, but people were also captured, and only a few people including the tall and thin old man escaped.

So the tall and thin old man came to Batu's tent and begged for Batu's mercy.

The tall and thin old man didn't say anything like "upholding justice" - because justice in the wilderness is whoever robs it will own it - he just asked to save his family and companions.

Winters thought about it for a while and felt that this matter was both easy and difficult.

The easy part is: whoever robbed it, you can go to whoever it was, redeem it or ask for it, there is always a way to save the person.

The difficult part is: who robbed the tall and thin old man's "group" in the vast wilderness? If you want to find out, you must spend a lot of time and energy.

What's more, the tall and thin old man with a Jiangbei accent in front of him, and the "wandering group" he mentioned, are full of weirdness.

Thinking of this, Winters glanced at the guard in armor who was guarding in front of him on the right.

But the latter stood like a statue, and there was really no clue.

Winters stroked his stubble and came up with a good idea.

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