Regnar didn't particularly understand what Alex meant, but since he would know the answer tomorrow, he didn't bother to ask further.
The next day, Regnar was woken up early in the morning by the noisy noise outside.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
"Boy, don't blame me for not warning you. If you don't get up now, I guarantee you will regret it in an hour." Alex knocked on the door and said outside.
"What happened?" Regner climbed out of bed in one fell swoop. While putting on his equipment with the speed expected of an assassin, he asked Alex outside the door.
"You'll know when you come out." After Alex said this, he left.
Regnar frowned, and then sped up his movements again.
Although the place where Rego lived was a large tribe of barbarians, strictly speaking, the size of this large tribe was actually not much larger than a human village. However, apart from this large tribe, the other small tribes of these barbarians are not particularly far apart. The purpose of this is to allow the barbarian king to have obvious control over the entire ethnic group.
Regnar walked towards the place where the barbarians gathered, and unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the village... Ah bah! It's the entrance to the tribe. At this time, Rego was also standing at the door, seeming to be saying something to someone.
"What are they doing?" Regnar approached the driver who was driving him. This guy knew Dothraki, so there was nothing wrong with asking him to translate.
"Sir." The coachman quickly bowed and saluted after seeing Regna, and then he asked calmly: "Sir, do you still remember that we went hunting before?"
"Nonsense! I haven't lost my memory, of course I remember." Regnar's head was filled with black lines.
"This..." The coachman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He did not dare to be pretentious and said directly: "This is what may happen after returning from hunting. As you can see, the hunting of barbarians and the hunting of us humans Different. It is always very dangerous. Therefore, many barbarians will die during hunting operations."
"That's right." Regnar thought about what happened before, and then nodded in agreement. To be honest, the hunting operations of barbarians are indeed very dangerous. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Regnar would simply not believe it. Rather than calling this action hunting, Regnar felt that it would be more appropriate to call it a war. Because it is too dangerous and the mortality rate is too high.
"Normally, savages are monogamous." The coachman continued to explain.
"Yes." Regnar felt that this matter should also show off the knowledge he had just learned, and he continued: "Actually, strictly speaking, barbarians do not practice monogamy, but their barbarian warriors usually can only use their own The strength to support a woman and a child. Therefore, an ordinary barbarian warrior will only marry one woman to continue the family line. If he is a powerful warrior, there will be no objection among the barbarians to him having a few more women."
"Your Excellency, you are so knowledgeable!" The coachman flattered him, and then he continued: "It is precisely because a barbarian male usually only supports one female, so when their male dies, the female and children will be abandoned. .”
"What did you say?" Regnar was stunned, but he didn't expect this.
"That's right." The coachman spread his hands: "Because the last hunting was a large-scale and extremely dangerous hunting, so many barbarians died this time. And the last man in the family died. The family will become waste among barbarians, and waste... needs to be cleared away."
Regnar's whole body was shocked. He raised his head and observed the person he was facing through Regal's side. It was the mother of the little barbarian he met yesterday, that mixed-race barbarian woman. Only then did Regnar understand that that little savage seemed to be this woman, the only pillar of the family. It's a pity that his young body could not bear this responsibility, and he collapsed.
Thinking of this, Regnar couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not taking action in the past few days. At the same time, he also felt resentful towards Rego for stopping him.
He's just a child, why should he be treated like this! Are you barbarians not even willing to give your children a chance to correct themselves? Um? !
The reason why Regnar was so angry was because he thought of himself. In fact, if it weren't for Irene and Kordak, his fate might not be much better than this little barbarian. Compared with this little savage, he was undoubtedly lucky. But this good fortune also frightened him, and this fear turned to some degree into rage, causing him to hate those who didn't give others a second chance.
"???!!!!" The coachman suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something. He jumped back in horror, and then asked tentatively: "Sir... sir?"
Although Regnar didn't have much expression on his face at this time, the coachman clearly felt the anger contained in his boss's heart. So he took a step back, even though this boy was usually quite easy-going to other people. But through some words on the mainland, the coachman also knew that this seemed to be just Regnar's surface. If he really angered this young man, God knows what the consequences would be!
"Besides abandoning it, is there no other way?" Regnar asked in a low voice.
"Yes, yes." The coachman nodded: "As for a child, if someone wants it, he can become the adopted son of another family. The same goes for women. If someone wants it, he can also become the second woman of another barbarian warrior. Barbarian They don’t care about second marriage or bigamy. Oh, by the way, apart from that, women have another choice. That is to become... um... how should I put it, to become a prostitute in the ethnic group. "
"What is that?" Regnar frowned.
"To put it simply," the coachman explained: "She completely contributed her body to the tribe and became a sexual outlet for the men in the tribe. Any man can do it. And in exchange for this, she can always receive food from the tribe. . Oh, by the way, in addition, they will also be asked to do any non-combat jobs in the tribe. To put it bluntly, they will actually be reduced to existences similar to slaves in our human world."
"..." Regnar clenched his fists. Although he didn't have much contact with the barbarian woman, he also knew that the woman would never agree to this.
However, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, because he felt that this woman was pretty good-looking and there should be some barbaric men who liked her. It shouldn't be a big problem if she stays.
At this time, Rego was shouting and asking if there was any family willing to take her in.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes... Rego asked repeatedly for twenty minutes, but to Regner's surprise, not a single barbarian came forward to express his willingness to take her in.
"In that case." Rego said to the woman in front of him: "Then you can only leave the tribe. Maybe other small tribes will take you in and go there to seek the protection of your ancestors!"
Regnar listened to the coachman's translation and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. But as he listened, he was stunned for a moment: "You guys?"
"That's right." The coachman lowered his head slightly and replied, "Sir, there is a child there."
Regnar took a closer look and found a thin little boy standing in the corner of his vision blocked by other barbarians. He looked to be about three or four years old, and he was wearing thin clothes. It was not clear whether this was how savages dressed children, or whether he had nothing else to wear at all.
Regnar thought it was more likely to be the latter, because the little guy was holding the woman's leg and shivering. He looked at the barbarians surrounding him in horror, as if he didn't quite understand what they were doing. And the only one he could rely on at this time was the woman who was also rejected by all the tribesmen.
"Why don't they want her?" Regnar asked puzzledly, "Isn't she beautiful?"
"Uh..." The coachman was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a sneer: "This is a misunderstanding."
"What? If you have something to say, please tell me!" Regnar was in a very bad mood at the moment, so his tone towards the coachman became harsh.
"Sir, in fact, in the aesthetics of barbarians, facial features and figure are simply not worth mentioning." The coachman quickly explained.
"Then what are they looking for?" Regnar frowned: "Could it be that a woman has long hair on her legs?"
"That's not true." The coachman shook his head, and then continued: "What they actually value is the strength of a woman."
"Do even women think so?"
"That's right." The coachman replied: "They believe that when strong men and women are combined, they are more likely to give birth to strong offspring. Therefore, in the eyes of savages, the stronger the muscles, the more attractive the larger women. . If a woman can also be a warrior, then she will undoubtedly be favored by the barbarian king. And this woman... Sir, please forgive me, although she looks good, she does not have any power, so the barbarians have no power at all. I won’t appreciate her. Of course, no one wants her.”
"The stronger the muscles, the more attractive..." Regnar's brain short-circuited for a few seconds because of these words. During that process, his mind was filled with the scene of the muscular Rego and another woman whose muscles were not inferior to Rego's, embracing each other in bed. It looks like it's more of a gay affair between a man and a man than an affectionate relationship between a man and a woman...
Damn, this is a more exciting scene than two men having sex! Just thinking about it makes me feel sick! It turns out that Rego, you have such strong taste! I don’t want to touch you anymore!
"Sir, they are leaving." The coachman noticed that Regna seemed to be interested in the woman, so he carefully reminded Regna who was wandering around.
"Ah?! Oh!" Regna came back to his senses immediately. He looked at Rego who was watching the mother and son go away indifferently. Anger suddenly surged up. Regna shouted directly: "Rego !”