Chapter 528 Calming the Violent Spirit (Ten)

The looting itself was not a big deal, but the consequences it caused could be big or small, so the people in the tent were waiting for Batu to express their opinions.

Winters deliberately waited for a while, and scanned the people in the tent with a cold look, and then he asked in a stern voice: "Old man [Hede], the people who took your horses, family, and relatives are in this tent."

The tall and thin old man shook his head: "[Hede] said to Batu, no."

"Is [Hede] in this camp?"

"[Hede] said to Batu, no."

"Is [Hede] in the pasture where the tribes are not allowed to graze?"

"[Hede] said to Batu, no."

"[Hede] Can you let him know that you have sworn to me and accepted my protection?"

"[Hede] said to Batu, let him know."

"[Hede] He still Took away your horses, family and relatives? "

"[Hede] went back to Batu, and he still took away my horses, family and relatives. "

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

Pierre did not agree immediately, but thought about it first and asked: "Are the Hede people who captured his family inside or outside the New Reclamation Land?"

"From what he said, they were robbed by a tribe outside. You can try to negotiate with the Teltun tribe first."

"What if the negotiation fails?" Pierre asked cautiously.

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

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

"It's still a long way to go before the new reclaimed land is officially established as a province, and I don't know how long it will take to do this. However, as long as the National Assembly does not formally pass a resolution, no one can interfere in the affairs of the new reclaimed land." Winters changed the subject, "Besides, I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Just go ahead and do it."

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

The corners of Winters' mouth curled up involuntarily. He stood up and looked around the people in the tent who had been peeping at his conversation with Pierre, and used the most accurate possible information about the tribes on the south bank. accent, and said loudly:

"[Hede] When you swore allegiance and accepted my order, I also promised to protect you. Today, the elders under the tent have been harmed for no reason, so I promise you, old man, even if I chase you to the end of the river and the top of the mountain, I will bring your family back, and let everyone know that I will keep my word."

Then, Winters signaled Pierre to stand up, took Pierre's hand, stood in front of the people of the Wendor tribe, and said loudly:

"[Hede] This is my ear that hears at night, my eyes that see during the day, this is my arrow that shoots near and far, this is my falcon, my horse, my mastiff..."

As Winters praised like a chant, the eyes of the Wendor tribe in the tent cast on the young man beside him became more and more unusual.

"[Hede]... to disobey him is to disobey me; to disrespect him is to humiliate me; to confront him is to betray your oath." Winters declared majestically:

"[Hede] I will let my mastiff rule this grassland on my behalf. He will also reunite the victimized old man with his family."

After 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.

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

Pierre's heart was pounding and his chest was stuffy, but he tried his best not to show any abnormality.

Suddenly, a tall and thin tribesman with tattered robes stood up "swish" - Pierre recognized the other person's figure, it was the middle-aged escaped slave who walked with a limp.

After the middle-aged escaped slave stood up, his two nephews hurriedly stood up.

Then all the members of the Wenduoer tribe in the tent stood up.

Everyone saluted Batu's agent in a mixed and coordinated manner.

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

He also followed the etiquette in the wilderness, put his hand on his heart, and saluted his people.

Outside the tent, Bell let out a long breath.

"Pierre's appointment has finally landed safely," the little hunter thought, "and finally I can serve strong liquor."

Next, as long as everyone is drunk, this "banquet" will be a success, and Bell's mission will be completed.

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

He gestured, and the waiters who had been waiting for a long time entered the palace tent with leather bags full of strong liquor.

...

When the Hud people attend the "banquet", they have to get drunk to be polite.

Because wine is a very precious thing, not drinking it all is a contempt for the host.

But Winters always hated the feeling of being out of control, so he just drank a little symbolically and left the table.

However, he still left the little hunter in the palace tent to maintain order - mainly to prevent some of the drunken tribesmen from fighting each other over a disagreement.

The so-called "regulation" in "regulating the banquet" not only refers to providing food, but also means "rectifying 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, and his saint-like face was distorted by anger. 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 the 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 examining 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 cult! 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 requested, "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, causing him to stagger.

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 and calmly. When Kaman's strength was exhausted, he smacked his lips leisurely: "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." Carman nodded weakly: "I'll go."

Although he said so, Father Carman did not move immediately, but continued to recite his unfinished prayer.

Winters waited for a while, and seeing that Carman was still reciting the scriptures, he plucked up the courage to kick again: "Why don't you go quickly?"

The next moment, an iron glove appeared in his sight.

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