"Gurubang, stop!" At this moment, an old voice came, stopping Gurubang's actions. Gurubang's movements came to an abrupt halt, his face was hideous, and his face was already the color of pig's liver.

"Ahh It was as if explosives had been planted in the area, and a large cloud of rubble had been blown up.

Although he looked very reluctant, he finally chose to obey the order, Gurupin stood aside, his chest rising and falling, and a pair of small eyes staring at Lucas viciously.

However, Lucas had already received Faust's message, so he did not choose to rush to attack the angry Gurubang without paying any attention to the angry Gurubon, but only gracefully pulled a sword flower, returned the sword into the sheath, and then retreated behind Faust with a respectful face.

Faust looked up and saw a dozen natives walking out of the camp in a neat line. The two men who walked at the front stopped at the gate of the camp and stood face to face on either side of the gate.

The people behind them did not pause, and took two more steps at a uniform speed, standing beside the two of them, still corresponding to each other. In this way, more than a dozen big men soon formed a human corridor, and the people at the end of the corridor finally revealed their true faces.

It was a somewhat thin old native, far more flamboyant than the average Buraku — his waistcoat and shorts were made of the same black and yellow animal skin as Zhannath, with brightly colored tassels sewn into the cuffs and trouser legs, and gold and silver armbands on his arms.

He wore a crest of feathers similar to the one Faust had seen before on the head of the old toad Hama, only larger and more ornate. The old man's ravine-ravine face was also smeared with a lot of oil paint, which blurred his face. Faust was unable to connect him to the mayor's memory of the brave and handsome natives.

The old man slowly moved forward with his hands behind his back and staggered forward, which was the step of an old man, but it made a deep impression on Faust - the old man was not too oppressive, in fact, if it were not for his gorgeous clothes, he would have been like an ordinary indigenous old man, and Faust had been impressed by something else.

As the old man took a step, the big men on both sides quickly untied the horn on his waist, put it to his mouth and blew it. Every time he walked a distance, the big men who formed the human wall on both sides would blow their horns. And just like that, when he reached the end of the line and faced Faust, a tsunami of trumpets echoed around him.

These people were strong, and Faust quickly made his judgment. There were more than a dozen strong men in these two rows, each of them was very strong, and judging from the demeanor of their horns and the performance of their bodies, any of them here were stronger than Lucas.

Now the six guards under Faust can be called elite warriors in the new world, and they can all be used as ten against ordinary soldiers, and they can even be a pair of tens against civilians. But each of these strong men can do something similar, or even better.

Although these powers are still a little inadequate in front of the three Faustes, they can already cause a lot of trouble. The mayor of the town also changed his face, although there were many militias under his command, but if there were ten more strong men like this, I am afraid it would be difficult to deal with.

As soon as the elderly chief waved his hand, the surroundings immediately became silent, and even Gurubang, who had been humming and chirping, gritted his teeth and just looked at Faust and his party with hostility.

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you...... Fifty years. The old chief's memory seemed to be not good, and he squinted at the sunlight that was leaking from the canopy.

“...... Well, here I am. The old mayor was silent for a long time before he answered, and then there was silence again. The two old men seemed to be caught up in old memories, and Faust smelled an old smell of decay in the air, and even the light around him seemed to be slightly yellow.

"The smell of memory......" Faust's nose twitched a few times, but then he stopped indulging in the smell that had made him so craving in the past. He looked at Zhannath beside him, and she was looking nervously at the old chief. As long as Zhan Nasi was around, that wonderful feeling has always stirred in Faust's heart, and that sense of reality is difficult for anyone to replace with any emotion.

The mayor of the town was the first to wake up from his memory, he looked at the old chieftain who was much older than himself, and sighed, "You should already know my intentions, I want to solve the incident back then." ”

"I've been waiting for you to say it, but you've always avoided me. Since that time, we've never been alone again. Earlier, you always followed me, I caught butterflies for you, and I taught you to recognize wildflowers on the roadside......" The chief still seemed to be immersed in his old memories.

He suddenly slapped his head, and the crown of feathers on his head shook, "Oh, look where I'm pulling...... As I get older, my memory is getting worse and worse, but I remember the past more and more clearly......" Speaking of this, the chief suddenly paused, and after a long time, he sighed, "Alas, it's all in the past......"

"Rest your feet first, and then let's talk about ...... in detail," he turned, and walked slowly towards the way he came, his voice getting softer and softer, and at last he could no longer hear. As his figure faded away, the two rows of guards began to leave. Starting with the two closest to Faust, the Chieftain followed the Chieftain every time he walked through a section of the wall, and when the Chieftain's figure finally disappeared between the houses, the two rows of guards were almost clean.

Only the two closest to the gate remained in place. When the chief's party was far away, the two of them stepped forward, and one of them said respectfully, "Please come with me." With that, he walked towards the camp first.

Faust nodded, and followed him, and Zhanas walked beside him, followed by the rest of the group, and the group flowed into the camp.

Faust noticed that Gurupon seemed to be about to make trouble again after the chieftain left, but another remaining guard had already stepped forward and seemed to be working on the problem.

Faust just glanced at it, and then continued to think about his own problem—there was nothing in the spirit of Faust that such a small character as Gurupin deserved to be too much of a deserving of Faust's attention, except for his ugliness.

He was thinking about the old chief's intentions. According to the unwritten rules of these primitive tribes, at least one of them between intelligence and physical strength must be at the peak of the tribe to be able to serve as a chief. That being the case, the old chief is certainly not an easy character – at least not a senile dementia.

He didn't do much, but each of them had a deep meaning, both as a statement and as a condition.

His grand appearance not only expressed his respect for the comer, but also declared his own strength. This is a slightly conservative attitude, suggesting that he has a tendency to approve of the mayor's intentions, but does not intend to go exactly at Faust's pace.

Subsequently, he skillfully uses his aging and frail body and shared memories of the past to dispel the awkward atmosphere caused by this disagreement, so as not to further deteriorate the relationship.

In the end, he did not choose to take Zhan Nasi away as soon as possible, but he was implying that the negotiations had not officially begun, that there was still room for negotiation in everything, and that it would not be too late for the bargaining chips of both sides to be revealed.

Faust shook his head, the other party's level was far above the mayor, if the leader of this operation was the mayor, then he would definitely be led by the nose.

Now, though, Faust is coming.