Several women gathered around Aphro, silent and silent, the hatred in their eyes reflected in Aphro's pupils. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Aphro looked at Charlie the Lionheart, "You have brought destruction to our people. Then he looked at Tutu, "And you will bury all the people with your own hands." ”

Tutu had lost his cool in the frenzy, and he spat on the ground, "Let the witch priest verify her purity! If she has given her purity to the demons beyond the mountain, then purify her and return her to the arms of the barbarian gods!"

Seeing Aphro being taken away, Charlie the Lionheart breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to the fact that he chose this tribe when he chose the target of incitement this time, otherwise it is really hard to say whether Tutuka will be tied to Byron's chariot by them. He looked at Tutu and whispered, "No, you are wrong, she will not be purified, but will become your wife, my brother." Looking at Tutu's surprised expression, King Richard the Lionheart smiled very happily, this kind of black brute with muscles in his brain is really cute, which makes his work easier.

He patiently explained: "As you say, there are millions or more of the great barbarians living in this mountain range, but you have no power to make them submit to you. The appearance of the Holy Maiden means that you have really received the attention of the barbarian gods, and the holy Maiden is a gift from the barbarian gods. As long as you marry her, you will be favored and approved by the barbarian gods. Add the weapons, armor, and food I have given you, and you will be supported by all the barbarians, and you will become the first barbarian king in the history of the barbarians!"

"Think about it, millions of barbarians have become your people, your command is their will, and you will re-ascend to the Roaring Peak and become the king of kings!", Richard the Lionheart's tone was full of temptation, and little by little he seduced Tutu to fantasize about the scenery he described, and Tutu was also fascinated and nodded his head, as if this day was in the near future.

He snorted, his gaze more fanatical, and he held Richard the Lionheart tightly, "My brother, what you said is not wrong at all, I will be the king of all people, and I will lead them to victory and glory!", he muttered, "When that day comes, you will have the friendship and respect of all barbarians, and I will give you the same status as me." ”

"Then thank you for your generosity, my king!", Richard the Lionheart burst into action, turned and got down from the stone seat, half-kneeling on the ground, and bowed his head.

The black barbarians who didn't know why looked at the half-lion man inexplicably, not just who shouted first, a series of "kings" gradually became unified, Tutu smiled happily, and the desire and ambition in his eyes were all ignited at this moment.

Avro, who was taken to see the Witch Sacrifice, had no fear, and when she saw the Witch Sacrifice, the Witch Priest made all the idlers leave her treehouse. The witch priest is also a woman, and from the matriarchal society of long ago to this day, women still have a certain status in the tribe. There may be two or three or more witch festivals for large tribes and only one for small tribes, but in any case, one of the witch festivals in each session must be a woman.

The witch priest, whose face was covered with all kinds of arcane tattoos, with two water bags hanging down to his knees, and his hair was covered with colorful feathers, walked up to Aphro, and after bowing down very seriously, he asked Aflor to lie on the bed, "I'm very sorry, noble saint, you should know that I can't disobey the chief's orders. And this matter involves a very crucial decision, and I have to offend your majesty. ”

Instead of lying on the bed as she wished, Aphro sat down on the wooden mound, and she looked at the witch priest and looked her in the eye, "You should also know that the Byronians bring endless death and suffering, and nothing better can happen." ”

Witch priests are the only people in the tribe who have the knowledge, and they spend most of their time studying and summarizing the knowledge and experience left by their predecessors. Unlike Tutu's stupidity, the witch priests are comparatively smarter. The witch priest called "Watar" was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "What you said is right, we shouldn't go anywhere, it's not our ancestral land, it's a place that even the barbarian gods can't look at. If we go beyond the mountain, we will lose the protection of the barbarian gods, and we will go to death. ”

There was a look of sadness on Aphro's face, "Please tell me, very knowledgeable, how do I convince Tutu?"

"You can't convince you, and I can't convince me, only blood and death can bring him to his senses. Du's words are very direct, in fact, she is the same as Aphro about the life and death of the tribe, and she doesn't care about it. It may be that she has lived too long, and she has long passed the age of blood. The only thing that awaited her was death, and she knew that very well. The more intelligent the person, the more aware of man's powerlessness against the majesty of nature.

At this sensitive time, she will not jump out and die.

"I have to do something!", Aphro shook Wataru's hand, "Otherwise, maybe in ten years, the barbarians will be the dust of history." ”

Wataru hesitated for a moment, and pointed to a few rattans behind the treehouse, "The one in the middle can leave the range of the tribe, I can only help you so much, I also hope that you can promise me, at least let the barbarians keep a trace of fire"

Avro hugged her and quickly left.

Looking at the white shadow that flashed by Aphro in the forest, Wataru sighed, and after waiting for a moment, she shouted at the top of her voice, "Come on, the holy woman has run away." ”

......

When Wren returned to Ortlenburg, it was already June, the weather was even hotter, and hundreds of cattle and sheep died along the way, but fortunately there was no loss of horses.

"You get a lot out of every trip, and if you fight a few more battles, we don't need to worry about the fiscal deficit. Funcos said with a smile as he helped Wren unarm.

Wren looked at Funkos through the mirror with a frown, "Please remove that hand from my ass." After almost a year of running-in, Wren gradually adapted to Phonkos's special habit of touching him when he had nothing to do. In fact, if you ignore the gender of voncos, it is not an embarrassing thing. People are sentient animals, and Wren will not like Phoncos, nor will he be bent by him, but a little fault can still be tolerated.

Funkos smiled very charmingly, and this smile still made Wren shudder, "I hate you smiling like this, it's disgusting!"

Vonkos didn't care, he was used to being sprayed too much anyway, on the contrary, he enjoyed this little interaction with Wren, "I like your smile a lot, my lord." ”

"God of Light is above, I'll do the rest by myself!Get out of my sight, immediately, immediately!", Wren slapped himself in the face, covering his eyes.

"Well, as you wish, sir. I need to remind you that Miss Aphro hasn't been back for a while, and I think you should send someone to pick her up. After Funkos finished speaking, he bowed and left.

Wren frowned, counting that it has been almost twenty days since this back and forth, and there has been no news from Aphro for so long, which is indeed quite worrying. After taking off his armor, he thought about it, and asked someone to send a message to Jasmine, another female swordsman with a sixth-level title of Frost Sword in the City Lord's Mansion, and asked her to take five hundred black-armored soldiers to meet Aphro under the leadership of the old slave hunter. As for whether Aphro will be killed, he is not worried about this, after all, Aphro is also a saintess of the black barbarians, and with the IQ of those uneducated barbarians, he can't think of a reason to kill Aphro.

Richard soon appeared in Wren's sight, and unlike his usual sad face, this time the smile on his face almost burst his features, leaving only a mouth wide open and happy.

Nearly 8,000 cattle and sheep relieved Richard, who was counting gains and losses in silver coins every day, he didn't know how Wren got so many cattle and sheep, it had nothing to do with him. All he knew was that the merchants, the caravans organized by Ortrenburg, were actively approaching him, hoping to sell these cattle and sheep as commodities.

Heavy rains in March not only destroyed Nongsang, but also drowned a lot of cattle and sheep, and now there is a huge demand for beef and mutton in nearby cities, which is a profitable deal.

In addition, the commercial tax drawn out this month was also very gratifying, and the monopoly market was getting bigger and bigger, especially after the Bell Chamber of Commerce formed the Trade Union Party and attacked the imperial aristocracy, and these monopoly businesses returned to the hands of the Ortlenburgers. Not running a monopoly business, not knowing the profits in it, can simply scare people to death. Richard even wanted to discuss with Wren that these monopoly businesses would simply stay in Ortlenburg, and that they would make much more money than cheap outsiders.

"I heard that you also made a deal of 30,000 gold coins?", Richard looked at Wren with admiration in his eyes, this lord's ability in economic construction is really too powerful, he solved the fiscal deficit in the blink of an eye, and filled the increasingly empty treasury again.

Wren crossed his legs in casual clothes, drank sweet green tea, and sighed leisurely, "It's okay, I'm just doing it." ”

"You're amazing!"

Wren looked up at him, "It's a bit new to shoot a horse's ass, I really don't feel any pleasure in shooting like this." He paused and continued: "Say, what's the matter?"

Richard said cautiously: "The exchange rate has fluctuated a lot recently, I'm not sure if something big has happened, but I think it's an opportunity!"

Wren was stunned, "It's a big fluctuation?"

"The exchange rate of copper coins to silver coins has exceeded 1,500 to one, and the exchange rate of silver coins to gold coins is 133 to one, both exceeding the lowest point in history. (To be continued.) )