"Holly, the great messenger of the gods, has once again come to this land blessed by the gods. He brings us new hope."
An old man with white hair and a crimson robe stood in the center and spoke loudly and piously. His words seemed to be a call and a prayer.
A circle of people sat around the old man. Their faces and eyes were also full of piety and longing.
"What will the great Holly bring to us this time?" A tall young man with a face still full of childishness couldn't help but ask.
"I don't want to speculate on the Saint's intentions, but I am certain that the Saint will lead us to a more glorious tomorrow." The old man said loudly and energetically.
Not only the old man, but everyone sitting around was also full of excitement and enthusiasm.
There was a cheering sound on the grassland, and the cheers spread far and wide, echoing across the endless vast grassland.
Standing on the outside, Enleco couldn't help but shook his head. He knew that he had done something wrong again. His curiosity should not be so strong that he wanted to know why he wanted to convene the tribe so solemnly. Meeting.
Seeing everyone's impassioned expressions and the pious longing on their faces, Enleco felt extremely funny.
The little trick he played under the pressure of Chris was actually regarded by the Montita people who happened to see this scene as a sign that their great saint had come again.
Even Enleco was extremely surprised. The news spread so fast on the grassland that it had already arrived here in just a few days.
Enleco himself doesn't know where he is in the Montita Kingdom now. He has already lost the concept of direction and location.
Likewise, he finally understood now why Qiao said that Her Royal Highness the Princess was a hopeless road idiot.
The Earth Chariot is indeed an amazing artifact, but when it is in the hands of a guy whose grasp of direction and distance will always have huge deviations, it may not be as practical as an ordinary teleportation magic circle.
However, Enleco would never dare to show the slightest complaint in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess. There is really nothing more dangerous than showing dissatisfaction with Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Enleco was gratified that Chris was quite self-aware. In the end, she gave up the unnecessary travel and chose a more direct but not so convenient way to travel. She found a tribe and followed them to Montita. Grant, the capital of the kingdom, is the legendary city of hope.
Looking at the old patriarch making an impassioned speech in the center, Enleco shook his head secretly. He quietly withdrew from the crowd. It would be unbearable for him to stay there any longer.
Enleco also didn't know where to go. His tent was the place that made him feel most constrained and frightened. In fact, he still couldn't figure out his relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Chrissy.
Enleco never had the luxury of expecting that Chris would treat him as her husband.
If he could be regarded as a disciple and apprentice, Enleco would be satisfied, but now it seems that he is still far away from that status, which makes Enleco feel quite helpless.
After thinking about it for a long time, Enleco walked to the outskirts of the camp.
In order to prevent everyone from being dragged away by wolves and other ferocious beasts that haunt the grassland at night, a two-person-high fence was built around the campsite.
Although the slender fence made of bamboo could be easily cut with a machete, it was able to keep out the ferocious pack of wolves.
A door also made of bamboo is tightly closed. Even in the daytime, one cannot take it lightly. Outside is a cruel world of the jungle and the strong.
Two horses and a carriage were tied next to the bamboo gate. If craftsmen from other kingdoms on the mainland saw such a simple carriage, they would definitely feel extremely embarrassed.
However, in this grassland kingdom, carriages are a rare novelty.
This is an extremely simple and light two-wheel traveling carriage. The wheel frame is quite exquisitely made, but there are only two rattan chairs placed on the wheel frame. Two slender bamboo poles are bent at right angles. A piece of cowhide is used as a roof. This is definitely a crude work.
The maker of this carriage was Enleco himself.
Enleco has been interested in travelers and those beautiful and exquisite carriages since he was a child. He has always wanted to have a traveling carriage of his own, and now he finally got his wish.
It's not that Enleco doesn't have the ability to make the carriage more beautiful, but that would be too eye-catching, and now for him, after experiencing countless prosperity and glory, what he hates most is attracting other people's attention.
After coming out of the campsite, Enleco did not forget to close the bamboo door. There were always beasts lurking around the campsite waiting for an opportunity to enter.
Driving the carriage, Enleco drove towards the distance, which was the direction from which the hunting team set out in the morning.
The prairie of Montita is lush and green. A gust of wind blows, and a wave of green immediately rises on the field. A little bit of white is revealed in the waves. The tribe's sheep are grazing there, and there is the sound of rising and falling from further distance. The sound of "moo" is accompanied by bursts of cowbells.
This is a quite wealthy tribe, with flocks of cattle and sheep and a prosperous population. What makes Enleco most gratified is that this tribe obviously has a bright future, because a few babies have just been born in the tribe, and more than a dozen People of the same age as themselves are about to come of age. They go to Grant to participate in the coming of age ceremony and receive the blessing of the respected and supreme Sant.
This is a young tribe, but it does not lack knowledge because of its youth. Because this tribe has several wise elders, the old patriarch is one of the best.
From Enleco's point of view, these old men are somewhat similar to the Dakto father who will always be remembered in his heart. They have the same wisdom, the same hard work, the same hard work and the same enthusiasm.
Because of this, Enleco is very willing to stay with them (considering that he will have to face Her Royal Highness Princess Chrissy after returning, this willingness is even stronger).
The carriage was speeding over the grassland like a gust of wind. The magic circle carved in an inconspicuous place under the bottom axle made the carriage seem to be floating in the air and was not affected by the bumps on the ground at all.
This is a super carriage that doesn't look like much, and Enleco is quite proud of it.
He was grateful for this. He had finally found a way to enjoy the countless benefits of magic quietly and unobtrusively.
Enleco regretted it very much. If he had known how to do this at the beginning, instead of being so flamboyant that it led to uncontrollable results, then he probably would not have ended up like this now.
Just as Enleco was feeling sorry for himself, suddenly he heard shouts from a distance.
Enleco could understand the language spoken by the Montita people, but he knew nothing about this method of shouting to convey messages.
"My dear friend Leiding, why did you leave your beautiful wife? Is it because she is too strict?" Several horses came from a distance, and a rider on the horse said with a smile.
He is holding the reins in his left hand, holding a curved bow in his right hand, and wearing a bright red hat on his head. He looks very energetic. He looks about the same age as Enleco.
"Le Cres, my friend, do you need me to teach you some unique skills so that you can tame your wife like a little sheep?" Another rider also teased.
Although Enleco had only known them for less than a week, everyone in the tribe could clearly see that he was afraid of his beautiful wife who was several years older than him.
To the Montitas, it was obviously something that everyone laughed at - a good-natured joke.
But Enleco was not so relaxed. He didn't really care about everyone's teasing. What he was worried about was what Chris would think if he knew everyone's opinions.
Enleco probably wouldn't be optimistic about guessing that Chris would give him face and be gentler to him like she did when she went to meet his father.
The more likely result is that you turn your anger on yourself out of anger, and that is when you will be at your worst.
Enleco suddenly thought of how Chris had managed to hold back his temper and tried his best to be gentle and virtuous. When he came to the Kingdom of Montita, he would have to pay a terrible price. .
Maybe the fierce Chris is better, at least it was a foreseeable storm.
"How's your harvest?" Enleco quickly changed the subject. He was now getting better and better at this skill.
"It's very good. The water plants here are very fertile, so the rabbits are quite fat. I'll ask my wife to make delicious roast rabbit meat for you when you get back." The rider wearing the hat said with a smile.
"Okay, I can't wait." Enleco said pretending to be excited, and he drove the carriage to keep pace with the riders.
The knight in the hat is called Bashan, and he is the great-grandson of the patriarch. He is the same age as Enleco and will be blessed by the great wizard Cecelia.
Several other riders are slightly older than Enleco, and they represent the future of the tribe.
"By the way, Bashan, I've never understood it. You don't lack food. Those cattle and sheep are all very fat. Why do you still hunt rabbits?" Enleco asked in confusion.
"This is how we lived seven hundred years ago. This is the most precious guidance and teaching given to us by the great saint. We do not lack food but still hunt hares. It is not because we are greedy or because we like hunting by nature." The young rider glanced at Enleco and said, "I know you must think so. All the people in Leding I have met think so."
Enleco did not try to defend. He shrugged his shoulders and asked, "So what is the real reason?"
"In order to suppress the number of wolves, the grassland in Montita is very fertile, so the rabbits living here have a unique living environment. You know very well how good those rabbits are at giving birth. A pair of hares can turn into a large group in the blink of an eye. .”
Bashan shook his head helplessly and said: "It is precisely because there are so many rabbits that there are so many wolves in the grassland."
"I understand. It's really great wisdom. Solve the problem fundamentally instead of waiting until the problem arises and then try to figure it out. That saint is indeed a great man." Enleco praised.
Half of these words came from his sincerity, and the other half was most likely to cater to these fanatical grassland people.
Enleco knew very well the status of the saint in the hearts of the Montita people, and he knew very well how hopeless that kind of fanaticism was.
He had experienced the intensity of this kind of fanaticism when he was in the Kingdom of Leiding, but what the people of Leiding respected was not an illusory saint, but a wise man with a name that was clear to future generations.
Now Enleco no longer has any longing for childhood. For him, no matter how great the gods or the heroes in history, they have all lost the aura that originally enveloped them.
One of the gods turned out to be a fake, and his true identity turned out to be the elder of the demon clan. The grand and solemn battle between gods and demons was twisted into a ridiculous farce for a ridiculous reason.
What makes Enleco even more unbearable is that, in his opinion, the culprit who caused this earth-shattering turmoil is just a bad old man with bad habits and likes to play tricks on others.
In addition, after getting to know Xi Ling and her strange family more and more, Enleco also did not have much confidence in the wise man who was revered by the people of Lading as the great father of the country.
What hit him the most was his bad middle-aged teacher. It was really hard to find any respect in him, but in fact, in his time, this guy was actually The greatest hero.
The huge contrast and sense of loss caused Enleco to completely lose all faith.
In addition, another reason is that Enleco is quite suspicious that the so-called saint may be a necromancer like him, and the so-called heavenly weapons are just a group of beautiful phantoms. skeleton soldier.
"I can hear that you are somewhat duplicitous, but there is nothing you can do about it. For a Laiding like you, how can you truly understand the reverence and reverence that we Montita people have for the saint?" Bashan said with disapproval. .
"Without the Saint, there would be no Montita." Another rider said. He seemed to be the oldest person here, and he was wearing a beautiful shawl that was obviously not produced locally in Montita.
"Ancha, I know very well what the Saint means to you. What kind of miracle will he create this time?" Enleco said.
"The grassland is getting more and more uneven. In addition to the wolves, there are also the Kaoqi people. They are simply more greedy than the wolves." The rider named Ancha said: "Let me tell you a secret. This time we When the tribe comes to Grant, in addition to allowing Bashan and the others to receive blessings, the tribe leader also hopes that the supreme Lord Sante can grant us glory."
"What kind of glory?" Enleco asked curiously.
He was indeed very curious, because the Montita Kingdom was a country that grew up on grasslands and on horseback. Most of the Montita people, like this tribe, lived a free and nomadic life. They did not have a fixed territory, and they also had no status. Thoughts such as official salary and rewards.
What is it that these grassland people strive for
"There are nearly 1,300 people in our tribe. Although it is not as good as the first-class large tribes like Hankeluo League and Qipal League, which have more than 10,000 people, it can still be regarded as one of the largest tribes on the grassland. It’s quite remarkable. The chief hopes that Lord Sant will allow us to form a cavalry team and allow us to join the ranks of unicorns.”
Ancha said energetically, his face was glowing red, and even Enleco could feel the surging passion in him.
Enleco is no stranger to the Unicorn Corps. During the trip to the psychedelic forest, Kate mentioned this powerful and equally mysterious cavalry regiment to him.
"After joining the Unicorn Cavalry, what will happen to this tribe? Will it settle near the capital Grant? Or will the tribe continue to move around, but you will leave your parents and wives?" Enleco couldn't help but ask, because he was very It was clear that Bashan and his new wife were very intimate and would not be willing to separate from each other.
"Dear friends in Lading, you obviously have some misunderstandings. Montita has never had an army like yours in Ladding and other countries, let alone knights who specialize in fighting; each of us is the bravest Warriors, knights and archers." At this point, Bashan raised the bow in his hand: "Not only men, but our wives can also pick up swords, guns and bows. In peacetime, we are excellent hunters and excellent hunters. Shepherd.”
The words of this newly acquainted friend surprised Enleco. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked: "What about unicorns? Is it like this? This is really unimaginable."
"I can guess why you are so surprised. Being able to become one of the unicorns is naturally a little different." Ancha said.
Bashan couldn't help but interjected: "If we get Lord Sante's permission, our tribe will be fortunate enough to welcome a new member. He will definitely be an extraordinary warrior, and he will become our trainer and commander." He taught us superb martial arts and fighting skills."
"Which warrior will migrate with you?" Enleco asked again.
"He will be completely integrated into our tribe and will become a member of our tribe, the most respectable one." Bashan said, his expression full of longing and longing.
Another rider immediately smiled beside him and said: "We all know that Bashan has always dreamed of becoming a captain one day. Such a status is very popular with girls, and many girls will throw themselves at him. hug."
Hearing this, Enleco nodded repeatedly. He knew exactly what the rider was referring to. The Kingdom of Montita is a strange country with many strange customs, one of which is Montita. A man can marry several wives.
This custom reminded Enleco of the elves in the singing bells.
Enleco even suspected that these Montita people had the blood of the elves. At least when it came to treating marriage and love, the two were too similar.
As they were talking, they saw a group of young people riding horses in the distance. Everyone here was bending their bows and aiming arrows at the clumps of grass that kept shaking. The hunting dogs at their feet were barking. "Woof woof" barks came from everywhere.
Seeing the grass rolling like waves and the rabbits jumping up one after another, trying to escape from the surrounding net, Enleco couldn't help but ask: "How many are there? "
"Two to three thousand, maybe. We drove them with hunting dogs all morning. Within a radius of five miles, we didn't miss almost any cave." Bashan explained while drawing an arrow from his back.
"Is it necessary to shoot arrows? These poor creatures have fallen into the trap. You must have a more convenient way to get these prey." Enleco shook his head and sighed.
"Lovely Ledding people, don't think that we are too cruel. This is a kind of practice. Our ancestors have continued this training for hundreds of years, which makes every one of us... Became the best shooter," Bashan said.
He looked at the exquisite curved bow hanging next to Enleco's carriage, and said disapprovingly: "As a Laiding man, your archery skills are quite good, but I can guarantee that any ten-year-old in the tribe will The above children will definitely be able to defeat you in actual combat."
"Yes, even a girl can win, because we have been training archery like this since childhood. For us, the fixed target is a toy we used to practice in our childhood." Another rider interjected.
"Do you want to try it?" Bashan handed over a pot of arrows.
"No need, I believe everything you say." Enleco said quickly. He is not a guy who will stand firm in areas he is not good at.
Enleco admired the archery skills of these grassland people. What surprised him was that these people shot arrows so fast, as if they didn't need to aim at all.
What surprised him even more was that no one drew the bow string fully. At most, they shot the arrow halfway, and they actually held the bow string with their thumbs.
Enleco tried it in private, and it felt very awkward.
"You're not used to it. Our bows are very hard, and we need to shoot the arrows as fast as possible. If we use your method of clasping the string, our fingers will have been separated from the palm." Bashan stopped and raised his hands. The thumb, the leather finger guard on the tip of the thumb, has long been worn to tatters.
"You don't seem to have fully drawn the bowstring, is it to shoot the arrow faster?" Enleco couldn't help but ask.
"No, this is to make the hand more stable and to prevent the arrow from hitting the soil too deeply. After all, we can't always hit the target 100 times. The arrows are too precious to us, and we must cherish every arrow. ." Bashan said solemnly.
"There are grasslands everywhere here, but bamboos and trees can only be found in the mountains, and those mountains are owned by demons and the indigenous people who protect the demons. In order to get some wood and bamboo, we need to spend a huge price. This is definitely not for you. Everything you can imagine." Ancha said while aiming at the grass with an arrow.
"Monster? Do demons really exist?" Enleco asked. He didn't quite believe in the rumored demons.
As a magician, although he believes in advanced magical beasts, he can also recite incantations like humans to activate powerful magic. At least the old wolf he met in the magical forest is the best proof.
However, Enleco does not believe that there are real demons in this world that can control humans and are ever-changing.
Maybe it's some kind of magical beast that's good at illusions, maybe it's a variant of the goblin family. It's hard for Enleco to believe in some unknown existence that is contrary to the survival form of most creatures.
Demons are incomprehensible, although there are many related legends, especially in the Kingdom of Montita, there are a large number of demon legends.
However, in this kind of legend, it is difficult for Enleco to understand that creatures that can survive for tens of thousands of years by devouring human hearts, can change into various shapes, have various magical powers, and are immortal.
The hunters who were busy shooting arrows stopped one after another, their expressions were very solemn.
"My friend, you don't have to believe in the existence of demons, but you'd better not express your thoughts. I must warn you that the land you are in now is the sphere of influence of those demons. Montita The Kingdom is the home of demons, they know everything, they are everywhere, and they can do anything.”
Bashan said in a heavy tone: "And my great-grandfather's grandfather once encountered a demon. He was lucky enough to survive, but he was deprived of twenty years of life in return. Our tribe received the blessing of the demon, and the tribe was able to survive." Prosper.”
Enleco could only nod his head repeatedly. He obviously understood that he had made a fatal mistake.
Obviously, these people in front of them regard a so-called demon as their patron saint. If they doubt the existence of the demon, in the eyes of these people, it may be no different from blasphemy.
Enleco knew very well the consequences of blaspheming the gods. When he was in Chengdaville, he had already suffered the cold eyes of the believers of the Goddess of Life.
After all, those believers of the Goddess of Life are peace-loving believers who hate violence, and these Montita people must not hate violence. Seeing the shining arrows in their hands, Enleco felt a chill down his spine.
"I am very interested in hearing about the strange experience of your ancestor. I am full of interest in all adventures. You must satisfy my curiosity." Enleco quickly supplemented.
Even he felt that he was becoming more and more depraved and hypocritical after saying this. He seemed to be slowly getting closer to Jerry, the slippery man, and Princess Xiling, the elite of the controller organization. The more slippery you become, the more you know how to change the rudder according to the wind.
However, he also felt deeply helpless in his heart. If he didn't learn this trick, life would be very difficult with Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess.
As Enleco expected, the Montita people with simple and unsophisticated personalities are indeed easily deceived, and their views on family and tribe make them not at all wary of those who praise the glory of their ancestors.
I saw Bashan straightening his back, his face radiating a strange red light, and even his neck was stained with a hint of red. This was obviously not because of shyness, but a sign of enthusiasm.
The people next to him also lowered their bows and arrows. Although everyone here is very familiar with this story, every time someone tells this story, the people around them still feel the same as when they heard it for the first time. Inexplicably excited.
After all, for them, this is the beginning of the prosperity of the tribe, and this story will be passed down in their tribe and among their descendants for generations.
"Our tribe was once on the verge of extinction. A sudden storm brought hail that destroyed everything. There were corpses everywhere. Only the elderly, women and children survived. And after that hailstorm, we had almost nothing, and almost all the cattle and sheep died. All but a few lambs and calves were left.”
Bashan's tone was unusually low.
Enleco knew exactly what it meant to encounter such a disaster on the grassland.
"At that time, almost everyone lost confidence. If they wanted to survive, they could only find another tribe willing to take us in. It was not difficult for women and children, but the elderly would definitely be rejected.
"We encountered many tribes on the verge of extinction. Without exception, they asked the old people to leave. The pickled meat was almost eaten. If they wanted to continue to survive, they could only kill a few lambs and calves. But they are tribes. Where the hope lies, the tribe will completely lose hope after eating them.
"The old man and the woman hunted hares together, so our tribe reached Kunga Mountain with difficulty, which is one of the many sacred mountains in the Montita Kingdom. Not only are there man-eating beasts in these sacred mountains, but also There are the natives and the demons they guard.
"People on the grassland will never enter the holy mountain unless they have to, let alone kill the creatures in the holy mountain. However, my ancestor violated the rules that people on the grassland have always followed. He sneaked in alone The Holy Mountain."
Enleco couldn't help but ask: "Why? Is he going to ask the demon for help?"
"No, no one has heard that demons can help people before. What my ancestors value is the goats on the hillside. They will bring hope of recovery to the tribe. On the grassland, cattle and sheep represent Wealth represents the prosperity of the tribe.
"His target was the strongest goat. As long as he grabbed the goat, the other goats would follow him obediently. But my ancestor never expected that the goat would knock him down before he could take action. What frightened my ancestors even more was that the goat gradually transformed into half-man, half-goat in front of his eyes, and it could even speak."
Bashan stopped here, his eyes flashing with panic, as if he was the ancestor, as if he was falling in front of the demon.
"My ancestor originally thought that he would be devoured by a demon. All demons in the legend can eat people. But what surprised him was that the demon did not attack him. Instead, he told him that it knew that he would come and knew that he was coming. Will attack it.”
"The demon gave my ancestor two choices. The first choice was that he could leave unharmed, and the second choice was to use his remaining life in exchange for the prosperity of the tribe again."
Bashan straightened his back again, his head slightly raised, his face full of pride and reverence.
"My ancestors chose the second path without hesitation. The demon kept his promise. He told my ancestors two things, and those two things changed the fate of the entire tribe."
Enleco raised his head curiously. He became more and more interested in Bashan's story. In fact, although he still doubted the authenticity of the story, Enleco was full of curiosity about predicting the future, because it was originally It is an ability that only the gods possess, and the only one who can clearly see the future is the tallest among the gods - Aitarotanskart, the God of Wisdom.
"The first thing is a direction. The demon told my ancestors that if you go in that direction, the tribe will encounter a group of people. They have something in their hands. For most Montita people, it is simply useless. , but something like that can bring about a turn for the better for our tribe.”
"Who did your tribe meet? What is that thing? Can you tell me?" Enleco couldn't help interrupting Bashan and asked.
No one spoke to answer, they all pointed with their fingers at the large stretched net under their feet.
"Is it a caravan?" Enleco asked again.
"Yes, your guess is absolutely correct. It was indeed the caravan, Laiding's caravan. It was your compatriots who saved us and our entire tribe. So from now on, we have no relationship with Laiding and Laiding. The caravan is very polite." Bashan said with a smile: "You are lucky to be from Lading."
Enleco also smiled and nodded repeatedly. He took a long breath in his heart. It seemed that he had really got it right when he pretended to be a Ledding person.
"So what is the second prophecy?" Enleco asked enthusiastically.
"The second prophecy has never come true, but every one of us is convinced that this prophecy will definitely come true." Bashan said solemnly, and the eyes of others were also full of determination.
"Please tell me what the second prophecy is, I'm very curious about it." Enleco couldn't help but request.
"The second prophecy is that Tomur's disciples will come to our tribe and leave behind the long-lost powerful skills." At this point, Bashan's expression became even more excited, and so did everyone else. .
"Tomur?" Enleco felt confused. He was quite unfamiliar with this name.
"By the way, I forgot that the name Tomur is only called by us Montita people. For you, the name of that great hero is 'Soder'." Bashan said with a smile.
Enleco nodded there repeatedly, but in fact, he still knew nothing about Mr. Soder.
"So what happened to your ancestor? Didn't you just say that he returned to the tribe safe and sound?" Enleco asked. He had decided not to worry about the unknown Mr. Soder anymore. .
"Yes, he returned to the tribe safely, but on the third day after he got the net and understood the prophecy given by the demon, my ancestor passed away quietly. He still had a smile when he died." Bashan said sadly.
"I believe he would be extremely pleased to see how prosperous the tribe is today." Enleco comforted him.
After the bonfire is lit in the evening, everyone sits in front of the bonfire.
This is the largest tent in the tribe. This tent belongs to the most respected family in the tribe. This is the tent of the Bashan family, and Enleco is the honored guest of their family.
The only distinguished guest is Enleco. In the Kingdom of Montita, there will never be a seat for women at the dining table. Of course, there are never absolutes in this world. Exceptions will always exist, and the Kingdom of Montita is the only exception. It was the royal palace. Sitting on the main seat of the royal palace was not His Majesty the King, but Her Majesty Queen Cecelia, the supreme magician.
Fortunately for Enleco, Chris obviously had no intention of fighting for her own status in this regard.
Enleco felt much more relaxed without the eldest teacher, Her Royal Highness, by his side. In fact, he was quite willing to stay at the patriarch's house. He would never return to his tent until late at night.
Of course, those Montita people could all understand the reason why Enleco did this, but they didn't intend to tell him face to face.
The aroma of rabbit meat was exuding from the pot on the campfire.
The youngest wife of the patriarch was peeling carrots in the pot. Helping her was the great-grandson's daughter-in-law, who was not much younger than her - Bashan's new wife.
This is indeed a huge family. Bashan has many uncles. The circle around the bonfire is full, and the women are serving wine and serving them.
Enleco desperately covered the mouth of the cup. He really appreciated the Montita people's generosity, but he couldn't compliment the way these prairie people persuaded them to drink at the table.
"Le Cres, my dear friend, if you want to truly be an upright man and don't want to be stepped on by that fierce bitch of yours again, just drink this glass of wine and then return to the tent majestically. Teach her a lesson, and I guarantee that your wife will obey you from now on, just like a little sheep." said a tall man with a beard and an extremely stocky figure.
"So you can't stop drinking this glass of wine. Just drink one glass and then let you go. We are doing it entirely for your own good." Another person came over and said, this time he even raised the glass in front of Enleco.
If there was anything that made Enleco feel worse than forcing him to drink, it would definitely be forcing him to drink.
The spicy taste made Enleco feel as if his throat was about to burn. The wine these Montita people drank was simply poison used to kill people.
Compared with this kind of wine, the two glasses he drank before can indeed be called a fine wine.
Bashan also came over to join in the fun. He shook Enleco's body vigorously, as if he wanted the power of the wine to spread as quickly as possible.
Seeing Enleco's face getting redder and redder, beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead and the tip of his nose, his mouth opened unconsciously, and the strong smell of alcohol spread into the air with his breath.
Every Montita man was as excited as if he had just won a battle.
Bashan patted Enleco's shoulder hard. This move made Enleco almost fall to the ground.
"Okay, my friend Lading, now you should feel your body heating up and strength filling your muscles. The most important thing is that you are now fearless, right?" The big man next to him said with a smile.
"Yes, I am fearless." Enleco said in a daze.
"Okay, now it's time to get down to business. We'll take you back to your tent. You have to avenge your shame and become a real man." The big man pulled Enleco up and said.
The people next to him also started to boo, and Bashan quickly ran to the other side of the tent. When he came back, he was holding a leather whip in his hand.
"Take this and behave yourself to your mother-in-law. This will be very good for your future." Bashan put the whip into Enleco's hand.
Enleco was in a daze and could not stand firmly. He only felt as if he was being half-supported and half-pushed forward by others.
Six or seven people surrounded the swaying Enleco and walked out of the largest tent. There were many people watching nearby. They were all waiting to see the excitement, because as soon as Bashan came back, he told everyone that today he was going to let The weak and henpecked little Ledding became a real man.
In fact, many people in the tribe bet on this matter, and less than 10% of them have confidence in their Leiding friends.
Enleco, surrounded by everyone, returned to his tent and staggered in. He had already completely forgotten the purpose of coming back.
For him now, he can no longer distinguish up and down, left and right, and the best choice is to lie down on the ground, but even so, Enleco still feels that the earth is slowly turning.
"Pa!" There was a snap of fingers, and a barrier separated the inside and outside.
Putting down the calculation tablet in her hand, Chris looked at Enleco coldly. She already knew everything from Enleco's memory.
There was a scream, and the cold water falling from the sky mixed with huge ice cubes poured over Enleco's body.
Chrissy stretched out her right hand and grabbed a handful of Enleco's head out of thin air. When she took her hand back, there was a ball of white mist in the palm of her hand.
Enleco, who was originally groggy, suddenly woke up.
He was still wondering why he was wet, but when he saw Chrissy's sullen eyes, Enleco understood everything, and fear enveloped his heart.
But Enleco didn't dare to defend himself, because he knew very well that Chris must have known everything.
"It's very majestic. I want to become a real man -" Her Royal Highness the Princess said coldly.
In an instant, Enleco seemed to have returned to the Pirate Island again, as if he had returned to the cave that could freeze everything.
"I know what you want to say. You were instigated by them, right?" Chris asked with a sneer.
Enleco neither dared to nod nor shake his head.
"And you could also argue that it was the drink that made you delirious," Chris continued.
This time Enleco nodded repeatedly.
"But although you were a little confused, you didn't lose the whip in your hand. Apparently you are still somewhat conscious." Chris said with a smile, and her smile made Enleco's hair stand on end.
Subconsciously, Enleco hid the whip in his hand behind his back.
Seeing Enleco's fearful look, Chris felt very interesting, and she felt quite satisfied.
"Bring over the whip." Chrissy said coldly, and she stretched out her right hand.
"Pop!" There was another snap of fingers, and the barrier disappeared without a trace.
The Montita people who were standing outside the tent waiting to hear the show were originally puzzled as to why there was so much silence inside the tent.
The sudden screams startled everyone, but everyone could clearly hear that it was the screams of their Leiding friend.
Bashan shook his head helplessly. He took out two silver coins and stuffed them into the hands of his father, the big man with a beard.
The bright moonlight reflected on the grassland, and except for one or two long and sad wolf howls, everything seemed so peaceful.
Night is a time of rest for herdsmen. They have to get up before dawn tomorrow. No one on the grassland has the right to sleep in.
In the tent, Enleco felt uneasy. He had just been whipped, but he was allowed not to sleep on the floor at night. He really couldn't understand the thoughts of the eldest princess.
But when staying with Chrissy, Enleco never dared to think randomly, because as long as there was a little thought that was not good for Chrissy, Chrissy would know it clearly.
Enleco never guarantees that he will have such good luck and will always be pardoned by Her Royal Highness the Princess.
"What did you say today?" Chris asked coldly.
"You won't be interested. The topic we are discussing is about the beliefs of the Montita people and the saint they believe in." Enleco did not dare to tell the truth. Chris obviously didn't know yet. Due to Chris's oppression, his actions have caused the people on the grassland to mistakenly believe that the saint "Holly" has come to the world again.
Enleco was sure that after knowing all this, Chris would definitely make up her mind on this matter.
Her opponent, Her Majesty Queen Cecelia, is highly respected and revered in Montita, and even has the title of Saint "Sante".
But "Sant" is just a saint after all. If a saint appears, then Sant will definitely be stepped on.
Enleco believes that Her Royal Highness Princess Chrissy is absolutely willing to trample her opponent, Her Majesty Queen Cecilia, under her feet.
"Hmm -" Chris nodded, obviously this was not a topic she was interested in: "Is that all?"
Enleco would never dare to lie. The contract prohibited him from lying to Chris, but it was not within the scope of the prohibition to avoid the easy and trivial. Enleco knew more and more how to deal with that damn contract.
"Yes, Bashan told me a very interesting story, a story about their ancestors, and a story about demons." Enleco said, he changed the topic to an aspect that would not cause him trouble.
"Do you believe in the existence of demons?" Chris said disapprovingly.
"I just listened to it as an interesting story." Enleco shrugged.
Since ancient times, magicians have denied the existence of demons, because both gods and demons can be proven to exist, and magicians even know their characteristics clearly.
But demons are completely different. Every statement is so illusory and sometimes even contradictory.
However, Enleco may be the only magician who does not completely deny the existence of demons. After all, he once heard Most mention the existence of demons and the power of curses that belong to demons.
"Tell me the story." Chrissy said, her voice was a bit sharp, and it was obvious that she was indeed interested in it.
Enleco hurriedly came closer. He was becoming more and more experienced in how to deal with Chrissy. He knew very well that Chrissy was in a very good mood now. He took this opportunity to show affection and warmth to Her Royal Highness the Princess. It would be of great benefit to her, as it would at least make the whip in her hand lighter when it falls, just like today.
While enjoying Enleco's tenderness and consideration and listening to the stories he told, Chris closed her eyes and felt the comfortable feeling.
Suddenly, Enleco's words made Kris open her eyes wide. She looked at Enleco in surprise, and then slowly sat up.
Enleco had no choice but to sit up. He knew that Chris must have discovered something.
"Do monsters really exist?" Chrissy said to herself. At this moment, her sharp voice echoed in the tent. If it weren't for the barrier that separated the inside and outside, I'm afraid everyone in the tribe would have been affected by it. Awakened from sleep.
"Why do you think so?" Enleco asked in confusion.
"Idiot, of course it's the prophecy." Chris glanced at her disciple, and this guy's reaction was so slow.
"Is it because of the net?" Enleco asked in confusion.
Once again, she glanced at the disciple, but Chris did know the details of the disciple.
"I'm not interested in the first prophecy at all. There are similar so-called prophecies in many myths and legends." Chris frowned slightly and said, "But the second prophecy should undoubtedly be a real one." prophecy."
"By the way, I never knew who the 'Sword' Bashan and the others were talking about?" Enleco asked in confusion.
"A guy who doesn't study and lacks knowledge, Sood is one of Victor's friends back then, the sharp knifeman from Montita Prairie." Chrissy said coldly.
Enleco has long been accustomed to Chris's way of speaking. This arrogant guy will never admit the "Twelve Victorious Heroes", and there is no "Magic Emperor" in her eyes.
When it was necessary to mention these people, she always used "Victor's companions" and "the bastards who kicked Victor out" instead.
"Why do you think the second prophecy is so valuable that it can prove the existence of demons?" Enleco asked in confusion.
"Because no one here except me knows that the prophecy has been fulfilled. The descendant of Sod, the sharp knife hand, is in the tribe. That person is you idiot." Chris said pointing her finger at Enleco's Nose said.
"Me?" Enleco felt even more confused.
"Have you forgotten? The sharp knife I gave you when I asked you to go to the Demon Realm? The 'Dark Red Teardrop' is one of the two weapons used by the sharp knife hand Soder.
"When I was learning magic from Naga, I asked for the knife from Victor. But then the knife meant nothing to me at all, so I gave it to you. ." Chris said matter-of-factly.
Enleco sat there blankly, speechless.
"I'm very interested in this matter. If you try to find out which direction the holy mountain is, it's best to convince the clan leader to take us there. If the demon really has the ability to predict, it's definitely worth studying." Liz said excitedly.
"I have the power to manipulate space. If I have the ability to predict, then I will go straight after Aita Rotanskart, hahaha." A series of shrill laughter echoed in the tent.
Enleco stared blankly at Her Royal Highness the Princess. Her arrogance was obviously more hopeless than her madness.