Scene 146 Wen Yan's Hope (First Update, Asking for Support, Recent Dismal Results)

At the same time that Brando said sorry softly, the quarrel in the longhouse seemed to escalate at this moment-

There was a loud bang, and the young man's hands slapped on the table made of pine planks, and the green tendons burst out. "I don't agree," he snapped with red eyes and gritted his teeth, "Funia is still a child, the daughter of Lord Sally and we are the men of the clan, men, do you have to live by exchanging the lives of a child?" ”

"Can you do it?"

"Can you?"

The roar of the young man echoed in the longhouse, and for a moment everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to answer. Bolton was silent with his hands folded, and the elder only sighed slightly—he raised his head and blinked his old, cloudy eyes vigorously.

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Who's that?" Brando asked, looking in the direction of the longhouse.

"Brother To." The little girl replied in a low Elven voice, and she blinked, her voice as crisp as a string of silver bells falling into a clearing in the forest.

Brando nodded.

There was a moment of silence in the longhouse.

"That's enough," the thin middle-aged man let out a long sigh and shook his head, "Tuo, you've 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 Sennias, do you understand? This is the fate we carry, life and death, not up to us. ”

"To, do you remember the people who froze to death in the forest?" The middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

The young man was slightly relieved, and he wanted to say something but couldn't pronounce a syllable; I could only bite my upper lip tightly, tilted my head and took a deep breath, blinking my reddened eyes: "Of course, my father ......"

"He's here to keep you alive, kid." The elder sighed.

"I know."

"Every one of us is," replied the middle-aged man, "so please consider our position, and the position of those who have died." ”

"In the legend of our Senians, there is such a long song in the forest, but the spirits of our ancestors also watch over us in this forest; They have struggled for generations, shed blood and sacrificed in the Black Forest, but it is not for us to impulsively bury this qiē. ”

"Do you understand?" He asked word for word.

The air inside the room seemed to freeze, and someone was sobbing quietly.

"I ...... Got it. ”

"But are we going to live forever? What's the point of this, Master Nia also said that it is not enough to live alone-" The young man turned his head and wiped his eyes, and choked up, "If you can give up a qiē in order to live?" ”

"At least there is hope in life," the middle-aged man shook his head, "If I don't see hope, To, I at least hope to leave this hope to you—"

The young man bowed his head.

"Elder, make your decision." The middle-aged man turned his head.

A hint of sadness flashed in the elder's eyes, and he was silent for a moment: "Okay, but none of us have the right to let the other clansmen die for us, and I hope you can ask Phonia for your own opinion." ”

"But there is no precedent for this." Someone in the crowd said.

"That's because the people who made the choice before were all men in the clan, or old people, and I believe they have the ability to judge and understand what they are doing." The elder lowered his eyelids and replied.

Everyone was stunned, and then silent.

"But Phonya is a child, what does she know? Is it too hasty for us to leave the fate of a tribe to a child?"

The middle-aged man's face also turned cold.

"But now you also have to rely on a little child to save yourselves, don't you—not ashamed, even if you have to do so?" The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the black head in the longhouse, and asked with some anger.

That said, but there has never been a precedent like this before. Besides, Funia is the granddaughter of the Elder......" someone whispered in response.

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into the water, and the crowd couldn't help but die slightly, and Tuo, who had lowered his head earlier, was slightly stunned before reacting—he turned his head like an angry lion and stared at the man who spoke in the crowd.

Tor could scarcely believe that anyone else was thinking that at this moment.

"It's true that she's not your daughter, so can you give her away without caring in exchange for your stealing life?" The young man almost roared, and he roared out with rage: "You bastard, you don't deserve to be called a Senia, now, get out of here-"

His intimidating gaze frightened the man and took a step back.

"You, what are you talking about, I'm just saying a possibility, but it doesn't mean it's true......" The man stammered back, "Besides, it's not impossible, To, can you guarantee that the elder doesn't think so?" Are you an elder? ”

The elder glanced at this side and said nothing.

The young man clenched his fists, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, about to explode. But it was at this moment that a small, weak voice pierced the silence of the longhouse for a moment:

"Don't make any noise—"

The door had been pushed open at some point.

Funia, dressed in a linen dress, stood outside the door; The little girl's little hands were clenched into fists, and it took almost all her strength to close her eyes and shout these words.

"Everyone, don't make any noise......"

She opened her eyes, and there was a pleading in the deep green, and the 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, it's all Funia who is not good......"

All of a sudden.

There was silence in the longhouse, except for the crying of Funia.

The middle-aged man was silent, he stood up silently, and slowly walked to Funia's side; Slowly squatting down, hugging the little girl and whispering, "I'm sorry Funia, we really damn it, we really damn it-"

Bolton, who was in the middle of the crowd, suddenly hugged his head and began to cry alone.

For a while, everyone was speechless.

Only the elder's gaze fell on the outside of the longhouse—

The old man stood up slowly, bowed slightly and bowed to Brando outside the door: "Let you see the joke, my lord." ”

Brando pressed one hand to the hilt of his sword, and he looked at the men, not saying a word.

He didn't even know how he was feeling at this moment, he just felt like he couldn't say a word; His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles rattling, but as if that was the only way to make himself better.

He silently watched the senya elder rise from his table, look at him with solemnity, and fall down on his knees as if he had made a great deal of determination—kneeling deeply before him, and laying his head to the ground:

"My lord, please help us"

"I know, I can't trouble you, but ......"

The old man pleaded almost with tears in his eyes.

Everyone was silent, and all eyes were on Brando.

When the young man saw the teary-eyed Funya and the crying Bolton, he sighed slightly in his heart, and the so-called life and death were nothing more than that. He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he just felt panicked.

He moved his lips, as if to speak.

But it was at this moment that he felt a small soft hand grasp his hand strongly—the young man was slightly startled, and he turned his head to see a pair of dark eyes.

There is both reluctance and determination hidden in those beautiful eyes.

It's Antitina.

She came along.

And the aristocratic daughter couldn't bear to look at this scene, she almost hesitated and wavered, but in the end, the girl still took a light breath and gently grabbed Brando's hand.

She shook her head gently at him.

"Your Lord." When the girl spoke, she felt as if they were four bright knives, one stabbed into her heart—she gritted her teeth and read them word by word.

Brando looked at her.

Everyone else looked at the two of them.

"Are you going to convince me, Antitina." Brando asked.

Antitina didn't say a word, just looked at him.

"Can you bear it?" Brando asked.

Antitina bit her lip, and she looked at everyone present, the sad, cloudy eyes of the elders, the self-hating, painful eyes of the little girl's father, and the helpless, pitiful eyes of Funia, and the helpless, pleading eyes of everyone present.

Every time she looked at it, the girl's face became more and more pale, as if she had lost her blood.

But her hands tightened tighter, and her knuckles were almost white.

"You hate me, my lord," the girl took a breath and shook her head, "I won't allow it, I won't allow you to do that; Your Lord, you know what you're going to face when you take this step, it's Grudin, Mardala, and the Gendenel family, an endless army, and if you promise them, it's the result of being shattered—"

"I know, maybe you don't care, my lord. Because you are the most valiant and upright knight Antitina has ever seen, as if Antitina had seen and described in books in the past, I had always thought it was just a legend, but my lord, you told me a real possibility......"

"But I care"

"Because that's why I won't watch you die; For that reason, even if it is better for everyone to hate me, I don't care—" The girl looked up at him, and replied in a categorical and eloquent voice.

Brando was silent for a moment, he never thought Antitina would think like this. He glanced at the nobleman's daughter, lowered his head, and replied softly:

"Thank you."

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Then he opened it, crouched down and patted Funia's head, then he stood up, turned and walked away.

"Your Excellency?"

Antitina was stunned.

Everyone also sighed slightly, they looked at the back of this young man, and the expectation in their hearts was fading little by little. But they also understood Antitina's words, and indeed they were not in a position to force a stranger to die for them.

What qualifications do they have?

What's more, it can be seen that the young man is not feeling good in his heart. It showed that he cared about them, and no one had ever cared how the Senia lived, but they saw anger and sadness in the young man's face.

That's not mercy, it's not charity, it's empathy.

When the young man turned around, everyone couldn't help but clench their fists, it was not anger, but a deep sorrow for fate.

Lord Martha, Goddess Nya, isn't it enough that you have given Senia the punishment of fate?

"Let's go, Antitina."

And Brando didn't look back, and replied in a low voice.

Antitina reacted after being stunned, but when she let go of her hand and breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know why. When she saw the young man's back, she felt a little lost in her heart, as if she had buried something with her own hands.

The noblewoman's daughter lowered her head and pressed her chest.

Behind her, Funia's whimpering cry -

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