Tang Zhaozong's connection with the process of archery was not as interesting as he tried his best to show, otherwise he would not have practiced hard and bitten the tip of his tongue.

Fei Xuechun and Princess Suining brought a delicious dish, which was oil-consuming lettuce. The dish is tasty and not that greasy.

In the imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty, almost everyone likes to eat it, except for Sun Duolu.

People are getting old, and their sense of taste has deteriorated, although Sun Duolu does not admit that his physical strength and eyesight have deteriorated, but this is already a fact. Sun Duolu is not used to eating oil-consuming lettuce, and he is not used to watching the popular dramas in the Tang Dynasty, so he likes to scold with a mouthful of scolding.

Sun Duolu didn't understand that the more he insulted this society, the more people in this society would stay away from him. Now, a group of people who are active in society naturally have his reasons, and Sun Duolu's scolding can only show his ignorance.

Sun Duolu actually can't catch up with this era, but he thinks he is very good and is dancing with this era, in fact, this old man can't keep up with this era, but he still refuses to quit, but he can't do anything if he doesn't quit.

"Well done, Confessing Sage," he said, taking a strip of cloth from someone else's hand and beginning to tie up her injured arm.

Karen looked up. "Thank you, Honorable Elder."

"The wound requires a few stitches. I'll let our best therapist do it. ”

He tightened his bandages, and there was a burning pain in the wound, but she just stood numbly. He looked down at Richard, who seemed to be lying on the mud floor with great satisfaction, as if it were the most comfortable bed in the world.

The birdman winked at her and nodded in favor of Richard. "You warned me not to give the explorer an angry reason to draw his sword as accurate as the arrow fired by my best marksman." His brown eyes twinkled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the explorer. "You make a good presentation yourself, angry Richard. Luckily, the spirits still haven't learned to wield a sword. ”

"What is he talking about?" Richard asked.

She told him, and he laughed seriously at the joke between them, and stood up and put his sword back into its sheath. He reached out and took the pouch from her hand. She didn't even realize she was still clutching the leather bag. Richard put it in his pocket. "Hopefully we'll never meet a sword-wielding soul."

Birdman nodded in agreement. "Now we have business to say."

He leaned down and grabbed the wolfskin shawl that was wrapped around Toffler. He dragged it out, and the body rolled and collapsed on the dirt floor. He turned to face the hunters.

"Bury the body." His gaze was razor-sharp. "All."

The hunters looked at each other, not sure. "Elder, do you mean everything except the skull?"

"I'm talking literally. All of them! We only keep the skulls of the honoring elders to remind us of their wisdom, and we never keep the skulls of fools. ”

The crowd shuddered. This is the worst thing an elder can do, the highest insult. This means that his entire life has no meaning. The hunters nodded. No one spoke for the dead, including the five elders standing nearby.

"We're missing an Elder," the Birdman announced. He turned, slowly looking around into the eyes that stared at him, then straightened up and wrapped his wolfskin shawl around Selwyn. "I choose you."

Selwyn held the muddy shawl in both hands, reverently as if it were the crown. He smiled proudly and nodded to the birdman.

"As a new elder, what do you need to say to our people?" This is not a question, but an order.

Selwyn walked over and turned, standing between Karen and Richard. He wrapped his shawl over his shoulders, smiled proudly at Winslin, and asked the people to gather. Karen looked around and realized that the entire villagers were gathered around them.

"Our most respected elder," he called Birdman. "These two men have protected our people with selfless deeds. Since I was born, I haven't seen anything like this. When we foolishly ignore them, they can abandon us and leave us to take care of ourselves. But on the contrary, they tell us with facts what kind of people they are. They are as good as the best of us. Almost everyone in the crowd nodded in agreement. I beg you to recognize them as clay figures. ”

Birdman smiled. The smile evaporated as he turned to face the other five elders. Even though he hid it well, Karen could still make out the anger that flashed in the birdman's eyes. "Come forward." They glanced at each other, and then they all obeyed. "Selwyn's request is very special. It has to be agreed upon by all. Are you making the same request? ”

Selwyn walked over to the shooter and snatched a bow in one hand. He squinted his eyes at the elders, and with a skillful movement, he mounted an arrow. He pulled the bowstring, the arrow ready to be fired, and stood in front of the five. "Make a request. Otherwise we will have new elders to propose. ”

They stood solemnly in front of Selwyn. Birdman has no intention of intervening in the slightest. There was a long silence, and the crowd waited, as if under a spell. Finally, Carlos took a step forward. He placed his hand on Selwin's bow and gently pushed the arrow towards the ground.

"Selwin, allow us to speak from the heart, not under the threat of the arrows."

"Let's talk about it, then."

Carlos walked up to Richard and stood in front of him, staring into his eyes.

"The hardest thing to do, especially for an old man," he said mildly, waiting for Karen to translate, "is to admit that he's stupid and selfish." Your actions are neither stupid nor selfish. For our children, you two are better role models than I am. I ask the birdmen to recognize you as clay people. I beseech that the angry Richard and the Confessing Sage become clay men, and that our people need you. He stretched out his palms, palms up, and opened his arms. If you don't think I'm qualified to make this request, please kill me and let someone better than me make this request. ”

He bowed his head and fell to his knees in front of Richard and Karen. She translated his words word for word, omitting only her title. The other four elders similarly stepped forward and knelt beside Carlos with the same sincere request. Karen breathed a sigh of relief. Eventually, they get what they want, what they need.

Richard stood in front of the five men with his chest crossed, looked down at their heads, and said nothing.

(End of chapter)