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The scrivener box is naturally powerful until it is powerful, and he doesn't dare to play too fast, but he is slowly familiar with the whole set of actions. He feels that this set of knife techniques is actually not complicated, the key is proficiency, it is difficult for beginners to operate, and if you want to master it thoroughly, you must practice diligently. Practice makes perfect, and only after you have reached a level of extreme proficiency through accumulated practice can you further perceive and discover various changes.

The butcher didn't care at first, thinking that the scrivener box was just curious, just play around. Later, I found out that he was quite serious, and I couldn't help but be alert. This set of sword techniques is the secret method of this tribe, and it will not be easily passed on to outsiders. The reason why the wizard reluctantly agreed was just to cope with the errand, after all, the scrivener had done the chief a great favor, and he was the most honored guest in the tribe, and he didn't want to upset the guests. But when it comes to really piercing the sword, don't talk about wizards, even chiefs can't call the shots.

The wizard excused himself to take the butcher away under the pretext that it was getting late, and at the same time asked the scrivener and others to rest. After trekking in the jungle for several days, they were really tired, so they rested early.

When everything was quiet, everyone couldn't help but think of the dead guide again. His family must have known the news, and it must have been broken at this time. There is a celebration here, and the guide's family is afraid that there is only sadness. The scrivener told the wizard that he must be kind to the guide's family. The wizard nodded, he was a warrior of the tribe, and his soul would definitely be protected by the gods.

At night, mosquitoes are rampant, and the wizard sends someone to send some leaves, mash them and apply them to the body, a special smell lingers on the body, and snakes and insects do not invade. The scrivener is secretly surprised, these natives are the owners of Savage Mountain, they have lived here for generations, and they have long known everything here. Snakes and insects are regarded as the existence of great enemies in the scrivener box, and they are nothing in the eyes of the aborigines. If it weren't for the guns in his hands, he would definitely not be able to take advantage of the natives in the Savage Mountain, and the same is true for the scrivener, and the same is true for the Japanese.

The next day, the scrivener went to visit Gong Daniu first. This guy's injuries are getting better day by day, and he has no problem walking on the ground, and he will be completely recovered in a few days. These days he has been applying a medicine, specially prescribed by the shamans of the tribe, and the rhizomes and leaves of various plants are mixed together and mashed and applied to the wound. The wound healed at an incredible rate.

Such a magical medicine book box will naturally not let go, pestering the wizard to ask for a secret recipe. The wizard led him around the nearby woods, and soon gathered all the materials. The scrivener is very grateful, the battlefield where the bayonet is red, this secret recipe can save lives.

One side of the water and soil supports the other side, and the scrivener box feels more and more mysterious and great about this tribe. In the eyes of others, they are indigenous, barbarians, uncivilized, far away from modern civilization, but for the land of Savage Mountain, they are the real masters. They used their hard work and wisdom to take root in the Savage Mountain, rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, formed their own unique way of survival, and truly gained a foothold in this barren land.

The next few days were cloudy and rainy, the river swelled, and the tribe was completely cut off. A few people in the scrivener box began a rare recuperation. The chiefs and wizards took good care of them, and although they did not necessarily sit with them every day, they also did the best in eating and drinking. In his spare time, Daishushu has been fiddling with the scimitar and slowly practicing according to the routine taught by the butcher. In a few days, there was not much progress, and I just mastered the basic routines. But he is not in a hurry, as long as he persists every day, sooner or later he will achieve something.

On the fifth day, the weather cleared, and the scrivener ordered everyone to prepare their bags and set off in a day or two. Life in an indigenous tribe is comfortable, but it is not their home after all.

The chieftain and the wizard were dismayed when they got the news. The wizard specially invited the scrivener into his inner room and prepared a sumptuous dinner. The scrivener box is secretly funny, the aborigines are the natives, and the mind is full of only thinking about eating, and the slightly more formal occasions are definitely the first to eat words.

The dinner was very rich, but the scrivener was only interested in roasting lamb legs, and the others were eaten raw snakes and scorpions, peeled frogs alive, etc., and it was disgusting to watch. There were only two people, the wizard and the scrivener, and the huge house seemed a little empty.

It's a difficult conversation, because of the language barrier, it often takes a lot of effort to understand a sentence or a meaning. If necessary, it must be illustrated with pictures. The scrivener suggested that Rena and Zhao Yun should be brought in, and it would be convenient to have them as translators. The wizard refused, for some reason.

The dinner was lukewarm, and at the end the scrivener was a little impatient and offered to rest early. The wizard stopped him and took out a bottle of wine from under the table, in English. The indigenous tribes were shocked to see the wine. He seems to have seen such a package, and the division commander level may not be able to enjoy it often. For this bottle of wine, the wizard estimated that he paid a lot of money.

The wizard poured himself a bamboo tube, poured a bamboo tube for the scrivener, and the bottle of wine was just finished. The scrivener is secretly funny, is the foreign wine drunk like this, no matter how you look at it, it is destroying the heavens. Since there is wine, I simply sit for a while.

The wizard has seen some of the world, at least he will push the cup and change the lamp, and go back and forth to drink with the scrivener. Until the bamboo tube bottoms out. When the scrivener said goodbye again, the wizard pulled him again. At this time, the wizard's old face was flushed, and his speech was slurred, obviously not strong enough to drink. He vaguely expressed to the scrivener, or the chief, that he wanted all of them to stay and become part of the tribe.

The scrivener politely refused, he was burdened with too many missions and beliefs, and he had to keep going.

The wizard could not hide his disappointment, and he grabbed the scrivener's hand and refused to let go, and expressed to him an important thing: his precious daughter Hasha was in love with him, and if he was willing to stay, Hasha could marry him.

This time, the scrivener did not hesitate and refused in one bite.

The old wizard's face was flushed, and his mouth was full of wine, and he expressed the third meaning to the scrivener: the chief had taken a fancy to Rena and planned to marry her as the twenty-fourth lady.

The wine in the belly of the scrivener almost spit out, and the chief has taken a fancy to Rena? A chieftain of an indigenous tribe has his eye on a major in the British Empire? He suspected he had misunderstood. But that's exactly what the wizard meant, holding a pen from Rena in his right hand and a domino of the chief in his left, and the two things together.

The scrivener shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that it would never work, and Rena would never agree. I secretly scolded the chief in my heart that he was not a thing, you are just, you can't fight the idea of a foreigner, but he is an officer of the British Empire. No matter how high your chieftain status is, it is only limited to his own tribe, which is considered a fart in the civilized society of the West! Of course, it is impossible for the scrivener to say it explicitly, but it is just a tactful refusal.

The wizard could not hide his disappointment, and his red old face turned a little blue. The scrivener said goodbye, and could not go any further, and perhaps the wizard would make some outrageous requests.

Perhaps because he hadn't drunk for a long time, he slept very hard in the bookbox that night, and didn't wake up until dawn the next day. It was another sunny day, and the water in the jungle evaporated quickly, and we were ready to hit the road in two days. He told his brothers to pack up and leave early the day after tomorrow.

These days, everyone has cultivated very well, swept away the fatigue of many days, and is full of energy. Gong Daniu has basically recovered from his injuries and can set off at any time. Rena says goodbye to Hasha, and the two have developed a strong friendship these days. Hearing that they were leaving, Harsha was very disappointed, and lost her usual smile and cheerfulness.

The scrivener tried to avoid Harsha, and after listening to the old wizard's words last night, he felt strange when he saw Harsha again, as if he owed something to the other party. The thought of the chieftain marrying Rena made me shudder, feeling that everything was so ridiculous. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and you must leave the day after tomorrow.

In the evening, the sorcerer sent a message, and the tribe prepared the greatest ceremony to see them off. Gong Daniu missed several opportunities to eat roast wild deer because of his injury, and this time he shouted that he must make up for it. Not to be outdone, others can't wait to eat the next year's food at a time. After leaving here, boiled mountain frogs are estimated to become the norm again, and everyone is gearing up for the final madness.

The sun is obscured by the mountains and forests in the distance, the sky is dark, the bonfires are lit in the tribe, and a grand feast is about to begin. Lu Shuting wiped the two pistols shiny, which was his daily compulsory course. The little monkey sorted out everyone's outfit according to the company commander's instructions. Zhao Yunlai and Rena chatted in a low voice, and only they could talk directly to each other. Kong Zhaoqiang has been looking at the direction of the sunset, not knowing what he is thinking. Gong Da Niu took a slow walk, looking for a state for his body.

Boom, a rush of footsteps, it was Hasha. She took Rena's hand and said something hurriedly, Rena's face changed suddenly, and she immediately told Zhao Yun something. Zhao Yunlai's face suddenly showed anxiety, "Company commander, it's not good." The chief may be working against us. ”

The scrivener stood up and motioned for everyone to pack up their equipment and set off immediately, the situation suddenly changed, and there could be no further delay.

The others looked at each other, unaware of what was happening. How is it possible that the chief is going to do the trick? Logically unreasonable. Even Rena and Zhao Yunlai don't believe it, they have always been treated as guests in the tribe, how can they say that they will change?

The scrivener knows best in his heart that this matter is by no means groundless. The wizard's conversation with him has been revealed, and the chief has ideas for Rena, and wants to co-opt them all into the service of the tribe. The rejection of the scrivener means that there is a difference of interest between the two sides, and what benefactor, what friend, is a floating cloud in front of the interests. Moreover, the foundation of cooperation between the two sides is not solid, although the scrivener box saved Hasa and Jiga, but in the eyes of the indigenous people, they are always outsiders and invaders.

"What are you doing in a daze, copy the guy for me and leave!" The scrivener yelled.

The roar had an obvious effect, and everyone began to copy the guys and prepare to run away. Since rescuing Giga, the chief has returned all the weapons he has withheld, and now it is easier to run away, and he is not afraid of conflict.

Rena takes Hartha's hand, tells her not to be nervous, and asks where she got the secret.

Hassa said she overheard her father and the chieftain talking and was preparing to deal with the scrivener at dinner.

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