"Master, this is it. Thunder Gullen reported respectfully to Faust.

"Well, well done, I'll remember you for your credit. Faust gave a perfunctory look to Regulen—he would remember it, but not necessarily give a reward.

Faust kept his eyes on Zhannath as he spoke, and in fact, most of his attention was focused on Zhannath along the way.

Seeing that Zhan Nasi became nervous, she writhed desperately to break free from the rope, and her mouth gagged by the rags also made a "whine" sound, as if she wanted to shout to remind her people.

Faust shook his head and said, "Miss Zhanas, if you promise not to scream, I can remove the restraints from your mouth, what do you think?" Faust certainly knew that Zhanas would agree, and would never keep his promise.

Zhan Nasi nodded hurriedly, and there was a pleading look on her face. Faust smiled knowingly, and reached out and pulled the rag from her mouth.

"Facing the enemy! There are outsiders!" Sure enough, as soon as she was able to speak, Zhanas screamed loudly, not caring for her own safety, and Batura cast an approving glance at her, as if appreciating her actions in putting the two of them to death.

However, this behavior was not to Faust's liking, and he gave Klaus, who was standing behind Batura, a way he preferred to convey the message directly, and Klaus understood and kicked Batura in the back. Batura snorted in pain, his facial features distorted, and large beads of sweat flowed down his face.

Then Faust turned his head to look at Zhanas, and the girl's courage was so different, it was a fearless spirit of sacrifice, worthy of praise and encouragement.

He clapped his hands, "I have to say, your courage is in no way inferior to your beauty...... However, your observational skills still need to be improved. I don't know if you found it, and your warning doesn't seem to be working as well as it should. ”

Faust was unimpressed by Zhanas's treachery - since he had anticipated Zhanas's actions, the situation was naturally still under his control.

"It's 'sound control,' and I can distort everything I can hear in my eye range. "Of course, it is a piece of cake to eliminate the voice." ”

Sound manipulation and fire manipulation are common abilities among psychic manipulators, similar to mages' fireball spells, and Faust understands both.

At this time, Zhan Nasi and Batura also realized that something was wrong—no matter how loud Zhan Nasi roared, the crowded camp not far away did not respond, and continued to carry out their daily activities, as if they had been stripped out of this world.

Zhan Nasi screamed a few more times, and finally stopped moving, and fell to the ground like a dead fish, only two lines of tears slowly flowed out and fell into the dirt without a trace.

Batura was stronger than Zhanas, but this tough guy's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of despair - Faust's unforeseen spell-casting ability, their tribe is probably only the chief can fight against it, and the other warriors can definitely easily defeat the few hunters and defeat them completely.

Originally, this indigenous tribe also had a shaman, but in an accident a few decades ago, the shaman died tragically, and the lineage was broken, and now it is absolutely impossible to fight against a spellcaster with such mysterious powers.

"Alas, but, my young lady, believe it or not, I have come to visit your tribe with peaceful intentions, and the conflict between us, I am afraid, is only due to some cultural contradictions. Faust did not put pressure on him, and after demonstrating his strength, he chose to take a step back—three steps forward, two steps back, and the final result was a step forward, suggesting that the senses were far better than one step closer.

And, if conflict can be avoided, then Faust is one of the most peace-loving people in the world – any conflict has a cost, and that cost is far higher than peaceful exchange.

Faust turned around and looked at the tribal camp not far away, leaving only the two of them with their backs, "Our trip is to settle an old matter between the two sides decades ago. I believe that peace, mutual benefit and win-win results must be a better solution than war, bloodshed and conflict. ”

He was silent for a moment, then exclaimed in a low voice, "How good...... I don't want to see them ruined by this peaceful life. Faust could use pronouns to refer to people, and he believed that the two would understand what he meant.

"I'm going to let you go now, don't continue fighting, please bring my intentions to your leaders, I wonder if you would like to be my messenger?" Faust's voice was as gentle as ever.

This time the two did not move, but Faust had already read what they meant. "It seems that the two of you have no objection, so let Mr. Batura loosen the ties. Faust ordered.

After saying that, he paused and bowed slightly to Zhannasi, "I'm really sorry, Miss Zhannasi, you have to waste time with us for a while, do you understand? ”

Hearing the order, Lucas and Klaus hurriedly stepped forward to untie the ropes for the two captives. Seeing that the two had been released and were moving their numb wrist joints, Faust added, "By the way, please keep quiet about Mr. Thunder Gulun - after all, there is no shame in leaving the tribe to make a living." ”

Regulan stood beside the two guards with a blank face, but Faust could feel his emotions, he was still a little grateful to himself, and he had some expectations for his future life. Originally, he thought that he would not be able to return to the tribe, but Faust seemed to give him hope.

Faust doesn't care about the mental activity of a slave, he just habitually catches people's hearts.

"I'll stay as a hostage, and you can tell Zhannath to go back and report the news. Batura, who had just taken off the rags in his mouth, suddenly spoke,

"Oh?" Faust narrowed his eyes, he hated this batula more and more, "Monsieur Batura, with all due respect, why do you think you are qualified to replace Miss Zhannasi?"

"This ......" Batura is not particularly smart, but he is not stupid either, he understood in an instant, if he fell into the hands of Faust, the chief would probably choose to go to war directly. And according to the comparison of the strength of the two sides, starting a war would mean heavy losses - or even the destruction of the tribe.

"Go ahead, reckless fellow. Faust smiled contemptuously and shook his head, "Say hello to your chief for me."

He pondered for a few more seconds, "Ask him, does it still hurt?" Faust gestured to his body, which was where the mayor had stabbed the mutated native leader.