While Brando finished saying sorry, the quarrel in the longhouse seemed to be upgraded at this moment—
With a loud bang, the young man slapped his hands on the table made of pine boards, and the veins burst. "I don't agree!" He red eyes and gritted his teeth angrily: "Funiya is still a child, the daughter of Lord Sally! And we are men from the tribe, men, you have to rely on the exchange of a child's life. Live it?"
"Can you do it?"
"Can!"
The young people's roar echoed in the long house. For a while, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to respond. Bolton embraced his arms and remained silent, while the elder sighed slightly—he raised his head and blinked his old, muddy eyes vigorously.
Everyone took a deep breath.
"Who is that?" Brando asked, looking in the direction of the longhouse.
"Brother Tuo." The little girl replied in an elf language lowly. She blinked, her voice was as crisp as a string of silver bells falling on the clearing in the forest.
Brando nodded.
There was a moment of silence in the long house.
"Enough," the thin middle-aged man sighed for a long time, and shook his head: "Tow, you have said enough, don't hurt everyone anymore."
"Uncle Cliff!" The young man clenched his fists.
"Enough is enough, why don't we understand-but we are Senja people, do you understand? This is the destiny we bear, life and death, we can't choose by ourselves."
"Tuo, do you remember those tribesmen who froze to death in the forest?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
The young man loosened slightly, but he couldn't utter a syllable of what he wanted to say; he could only bite his upper lip tightly, raised his head and took a deep breath, and blinked his red eyes: "Of course, my father …"
"He is to keep you alive, child." The elder sighed.
"I know."
"Every one of us is," the middle-aged man replied, "So please consider our position, and the position of those who have died."
"In our Senian legend, there is such a long song in the forest, but the souls of our ancestors are also watching us in this forest; they have struggled, shed blood and sacrificed in the Black Forest for generations. , But it does not make us ruin it all on an impulse."
"Do you understand?" he asked every word.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, and someone was sobbing.
"I see."
"But, don't we just live forever like this. What's the point of this? Master Niya also said that people are not just alive, it's enough—" The young man turned his head and wiped his eyes, choked with sobs: " Can you give up everything if you want to live?"
"At least there is hope when I live," the middle-aged man shook his head: "If I can't see hope, please, I at least hope to leave this hope to you—"
The young man lowered his head.
"Elder, you can make a decision." The middle-aged man turned his head.
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the elder, and he was silent for a moment: "Okay, but none of us has the right to let other tribesmen die for us. I hope you can ask Funia for your opinion."
"But there is no such precedent before." Someone in the crowd said.
"That's because the people who made the choice before are all men in the clan, or old people. I believe they have the ability to judge and understand what they are doing." The elder lowered his eyelids and replied.
Everyone was startled, then silent.
"Kefonia is a child, what does she know? Are we going to leave the fate of a tribe to a child to decide, this is too hasty!" Someone in the crowd objected.
The middle-aged man's face also went cold.
"But now you also have to rely on a child to save yourself, don't you-even if you have to, shouldn't you be ashamed?" The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the darkened head in the longhouse, asking with a bit angrily.
"I said so, but there has never been such a precedent before. Besides, Funia is the granddaughter of the elder..." someone responded in a low voice.
This sentence was like a stone thrown into the water, and the crowd couldn't help being quiet. Tuo Wei, who lowered his head earlier, was taken aback and reacted-he turned his head like an angry lion, staring at the one speaking in the crowd. people.
Too hardly believed that anyone still thought so at this moment.
"Indeed, she is not your daughter, so can you send her out without caring, in exchange for your survivorship?" The young man was almost roaring, and he roared out in anger: "You bastard , You don’t deserve to be called a Senja, now you get out of me—"
His frightening gaze made the man pale and took a step back.
"You, what are you talking about, I'm just talking about a possibility, but it doesn't mean that it is true..." The person stammered and replied, "Furthermore, it is not impossible. Trust, you can guarantee that the elders are not. Do you think so? Are you an elder?"
The elder glanced here and said nothing.
The young man clenched his fists, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just about to explode. But at this time, a small, weak voice penetrated the silence in the long room for a moment:
"Stop it!"
I don't know when the door has been pushed open.
Feniya, wearing a linen skirt, stood outside the door; the little girl clenched her hands into fists, and she almost exhausted all her strength before she closed her eyes and screamed out—
"Everyone, stop arguing..."
She opened her eyes, with a pleading in the deep green, tears could not stop falling; the little girl looked at everyone with teary eyes, and whimpered into the longhouse: "I'm sorry, Dad, Grandpa, I'm sorry, Fonia is not good..."
All of a sudden.
Apart from Fonia's cry in the long room, there was silence.
The middle-aged man was silent, he stood up silently, and walked slowly to Funia; slowly squatted down, hugged the little girl and whispered: "I'm sorry! Funia, we really damn, damn— "
Bolton, who was in the middle of the crowd, suddenly hugged his head, and started crying all by himself.
For a time, everyone was speechless.
Only the eyes of the elder fell outside the longhouse—
The old man stood up slowly, bowed slightly and bowed to Brando outside the door: "Let you see a joke, sir."
Brando put a hand on his sword hilt, and he looked at these people without saying a word.
He didn't even know how he felt at this moment, he just felt that he couldn't say a word; his hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles creaked, but it seemed the only way to make himself feel better.
He silently saw the old Senian elder leaving the table, looking at himself with a solemn expression, as if he had made a lot of determination, and fell down on his knees-kneeling deeply in front of him. Head post:
"My lord, please help us!"
"I know, I can't give you this trouble, my lord, but..."
The old man pleaded almost in tears.
Everyone was silent, all eyes were on Brando alone.
When the young man saw Fonia with his teary eyes and Bolton who was crying loudly, he sighed in his heart that the so-called farewell was nothing more than that. But in his heart he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, he just felt panicked.
He moved his lips as if he wanted to speak.
But at this moment, he felt a soft little hand firmly hold his own hand-the young man was startled slightly, he turned his head and saw a pair of dark eyes.
Unbearable and firm are hidden in those beautiful eyes at the same time—
It's Antitina.
She still followed.
The noble daughter also couldn't bear to watch this scene, she almost hesitated and shook, but in the end the girl took a breath and gently grabbed Brando's hand.
She shook her head slightly to him.
"Lord Lord." When the girl spoke, she felt that these four words seemed to be four sharp knives, each pierced in her heart-she gritted her teeth before reciting them one by one.
Brando looked at her.
Everyone else looked at both of them.
"Are you going to convince me, Antitina." Brando asked.
Antitina said nothing, just looked at him.
"Do you bear it?" Brando asked.
Antitina bit her lip. She looked at everyone present. The sad and muddy eyes of the elders, the hatred and painful eyes of the little girl's father, the helpless and pitiful eyes of Funiya, and the presence. Everyone's helpless and pleading eyes.
With every extra point, the girl's face became paler, as if she had lost her blood.
But her hands became tighter and her knuckles were almost white.
"You hate me, Lord Lord," the girl took a breath and shook her head: "I won't allow it, I will never allow you to do that; Lord Lord, you know what you have to face when you step out of this step What? Grudin, Madara, and the Jean Denel family, an endless army, if you agree to them, it will be the result of being crushed—"
"I know, maybe you don’t care, Lord Lord. Because you are the most heroic and upright knight Antitina has ever seen, as if Antitina saw the ancient times described in the book in the past. Like nobles, I always thought it was just a legend, but Lord Lord, you told me a real possibility..."
"But I care!"
"Because of this, I won't just watch you go to death; for this reason, even if everyone hates me, I don't care—" the girl raised her head to look at him, and replied decisively and loudly. road.
Brando was silent for a while, he had never expected Antitina to think so. He glanced at this noble daughter, lowered his head, and replied softly:
"thanks."
He closed his eyes and let out a breath. Then he opened it, knelt down and patted Funia on the head, then he stood up, turned and left.
"Lord Lord?"
Antitina was taken aback.
Everyone sighed slightly. Looking at the young man's back, the expectations in their hearts diminished a little. But they also understood what Antitina said, indeed, they were not qualified to force a stranger to die for themselves.
What qualifications do they have
Besides, it can be seen that the young man feels uncomfortable. This shows that he cares about them. No one has ever cared about how the Senja live, but they saw anger and sadness on the young man's face.
It is not compassion, nor charity, but empathy.
When the young man turned his head, everyone couldn't help clenching their fists. It was not anger, but a deep sadness for fate.
Lord Martha, Goddess Niya, is it not enough that you bestowed the punishment of the fate of the Senians
"Let's go, Antitina."
And Brando replied in such a low voice without looking back.
Antitina reacted after a start, but when she let go of her hand, she let out a sigh of relief, for some reason. When she saw the young man's back, she felt a little sense of loss in her heart, as if she had buried something with her own hands.
The noble daughter lowered her head and pressed her chest.
Behind her, there was the sobbing sound of Funia—