In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people, the living and the dead

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"Strange Gentiles, but no hostility, but a woman and her three retinues were left behind......"

Temporarily putting away the wooden slip in his hand, Aaron thought to himself. Getting such information from the scout's mouth, I have to say, it aroused his curiosity.

You know, in the past six months, in this savage plain, apart from the hostile long-haired barbarians, and some social creatures in the south who have no intelligence at all, he has never met a Gentile like this, with the intention of communicating.

"If you follow the normal logic, this strange thing will make people can't help but guess that this woman must have a special origin and purpose."

Aaron blinked, and with just one look, he conveyed his order to the Spartan Heavy Helmet.

It's not just about the future of Sparta, it's about some inexplicable memories in Aaron's mind. So for this mysterious Gentile woman, no matter what, it is worth taking a little time out of his busy schedule to meet him.

Gather twenty Spartan Heavy Helmets and come to the front of the Spartan king's residence.

In Aaron's eyes, the so-called official residence of the king of Sparta is, to put it bluntly, nothing more than a decent and tidy house of Sparta.

Standing at the foot of the steps in front of the mansion, Aaron first raised his eyes to look around, the Spartans were extremely xenophobic, and this could be read from their eyes.

The four strange strangers stood there uncomfortably, unarmed, but the Spartans who watched from the sidelines showed obvious hostility in their eyes, some still holding weapons in their hands, and the tongues that inadvertently licked from the edges of their teeth all revealed a sense of threat and indifference.

"Dispel."

The occurrence of such a scene was not a form of hospitality, but it made Aaron feel the all-pervasive cohesion of the Spartans.

In fact, it is not wrong for Aaron to look down on the poor civilization of the barbarians. Sometimes, a large part of a nation's pride is based on contempt for other races.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and Aaron directly gave the order to disperse the onlookers.

No matter what the purpose of the stranger's trip was, he would always give the other a chance to speak. As for his own safety, there are twenty Spartan heavy helmets by his side, not to mention that there are only four people on the other side, that is, forty people, and they are also scum who will lie down in minutes.

"At least judging by her figure, she still seems to be a beauty."

Staring at the woman opposite, in Aaron's colored pupils, this woman from a foreign country had jet-black hair, but it was combed into seven long braids and hung down the back of her head.

and the back of her three attendants, all with pigtail-like pigtails. In addition to being in good shape, the faces of these strangers were painted with some kind of strange black totem, and their clothes were nothing more than simply cut animal skins.

"It's a pity that the way she dresses has exposed the ridiculous civilization behind her."

Tried to communicate with the Hairy Barbarians, but to no avail. To be honest, Aaron was tired of communicating with the barbarians.

Seeing four strangers who exuded a savage aura and dressed strangely was inevitably a little disappointed. Sometimes, curiosity isn't so easily satisfied.

There was an important matter at hand, and Aaron was already a little impatient in the face of a few savage Gentiles.

The foreign woman on the other side seemed to sense something. In the interval between her first words, she showed her neatly arranged white teeth. "If you can understand me, please put away your look of contempt. Standing in front of you is a princess who can bring you benefits. ”

Expressing her displeasure cleanly, she took a small step to the left, her arms crossed over her tall chest. His face subconsciously shook his eyebrows, but he immediately shook his head, as if to shake off Aaron's gaze and this feeling of contempt.

Falling in Aaron's pupils, this slight movement, and the tone of her voice, were at least conveying and indicating a message to the outside that she was not afraid to be surrounded by the Spartan heavy helmet.

This exotic woman has a bit of audacity, but to be honest, Aaron doesn't like this kind of rude body language, unless she really has the qualifications. Or, it can really prove that she has such courage.

And just like Aaron is going to say next.

"Stranger, I don't care if you're a princess or not, in my eyes, there are only two kinds of people, the living and the dead."

Staring at the changing facial expressions of the other party, Aaron smiled lightly and continued, "Also, I'm not a particularly patient person, so when you name what you can do for my village, please also say what you want to be paid for." ”

At the end of the day, Aaron's ability to say the word 'please' in an accentuated tone has proven his patience and is close to the bottom line.

But when she saw the foreign woman, she suddenly exclaimed, "Not only can you understand our language, but you can also speak it easily." "This young lord with silver hair and a pair of silver eyes can actually pronounce fluent syllables that she is familiar with.

This made the foreign woman on the opposite side feel a little surprised. Because of what she saw and heard in Sparta, she had a premonition that communication would become a big problem.

It's just that the problem in the hunch didn't appear, and it was somewhat affected by Aaron's cold tone. I saw her straighten her body again, and then, from her eyes, there was a sudden excitement like a dark crystal soaked in water, which made people feel black and bright. "A foreign tribal lord, I am the princess of the Nine Princesses, from a powerful tribal alliance of berserkers. The purpose of this trip to your territory is not only to have a gift for you, but also to have a great benefit. ”

After a brief introduction to himself, he said with a slight mutter, "As for what kind of benefit I can bring to your 'village' tribe, I think even the stupidest of the bears know that before negotiating, the first thing to do is to entertain the envoys from distant foreign lands with food and water. ”

After saying these words, a sly smile hung on the lips of Shujiu's outline, but in the next minute, she would not have thought that her eyes betrayed her nervousness.

After listening to Shujiu's words, Aaron always had a smile on his face, and he did not continue to respond to her words, nor did he say anything else.

A person, if he comes to your door to trade, also claims to bring a greeting gift.

Then in this transaction, he will definitely make more money than you.

So, whatever the deal is, Aaron doesn't really like it. He also doesn't like this kind of non-question-and-answer exchange.

The Spartan silence on Aaron's face couldn't help but make the twenty Spartan heavy helmets unconsciously stick their spears on the ground at their feet. And casually pulled out the Spartan sword at his waist, and let out a creepy indifferent laugh, before Aaron gave the order, they surrounded the Gentiles in the middle, and from time to time they touched the edge of the sword in their hands, and walked back and forth with rhythmic steps under their feet.

Although Aaron didn't say a word, Shujiu and her three entourages could clearly feel that there was a strong sense of oppression around them, making this small space suffer a terrible bloodthirsty squeeze at all times. Like an animal to be slaughtered, when a butcher's knife approaches its throat, it will be cut down at any moment, and the animal will instinctively twitch and tremble.

In fact, in Shujiu's eyes, there were twenty such butcher knives around, as well as twenty burly butchers who made people feel feared.

Ten seconds later......

Shi Jiu's eyes began to contain a terrifying aura that was hunted down, and her three followers had already elongated their lips and cheeks because of fear.

Thirty seconds later......

The skin on her face shrank and her lips closed tightly, holding back the gasps she was about to make. When he saw that Aaron had turned around and raised his arm, he was about to fall. Suddenly, Shujiu was stunned for a moment, exhaled briefly and spasmodically, and finally raised his head and began to look into Aaron's eyes.

"Honorable lord, I did not come with the iron sword of a berserker. If you want to kill me, then ~ please! ”

The Spartan tone appeared on the body of a foreign woman.

For a moment, on the face of the nine figures, not only did not show the cowardly and begging look that Aaron expected, but suddenly became calm and calm.

Under the watchful eye of the Spartan heavy helmet, he can still maintain a calm and elegant smile, regardless of whether this performance is true or not. At least, this casual scene made Aaron feel a trace of the unique bravery and wisdom of a Gentile woman from him.

As Aaron believes, "Unusual life experiences can create a woman's unique charm." ”

"Time is like flowing water, which can wash away a woman's flamboyant light, can sweep away the dust of her heart, and only leave the insight into the world, the kind of quiet intelligence and cunning."

The arm that was fixed on the left side of the forehead did not fall. Instead, Aaron motioned for the Spartan Heavy Helmet to put away their weapons. He looked at it carefully and replied lightly, "Welcome to Sparta, food and water are already on the table, please!" ”

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