Less than half a day after leaving Westin, Westin's chief of staff led a group of about a dozen people to chase after him on fast horses. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info they were tired and panting, the horses were also tired and panting, and the chief of staff walked with Wren breathlessly, "Your Excellency Viscount Wren ......", he took a deep breath suddenly, suppressed the desire to burst the alveoli, his face was flushed, and he spit out the turbidity in a moment, and his words slipped a lot, "Your Excellency Viscount Wren, why do you want to plunder the wealth of merchants?"

After Wren left the city, he naturally didn't care whether those people went to report the case or not, whether he went to the city lord to cry or not, as soon as he left, a large group of merchants who had been beaten by the seedlings almost crowded the city lord's mansion. They were all gathered around the city lord's bed, and you told me a word about Wren's atrocities. In their mouths, Wren was even worse than the rebels, worse than the robbers, and simply the scum of the nobility. But the city lord's potion time has not yet passed, how can he have the strength to deal with this irritable scene?

Besides, even if he gets up now, can he really get things back from Wren?

He simply continued to feign illness, and when his eyes were closed, he couldn't hear anything.

The lord of the castle pretended to be dead, and the merchants targeted the chief of staff. You put forward this suggestion at the beginning, and you implemented it, but why has it become like this now?

The chief of staff was sweating beads on his head, how could he have thought that Wren would be so faceless and actually go directly to rob it? These businessmen blamed him, and he had no choice, he had no choice but to refute it, and you did not object to this suggestion at the beginning, and you also acquiesced. Now that something is wrong, isn't it good to find me alone? He had an idea, and it also involved the city lord, he was just a chief of staff, and he couldn't be the lord of the city lord, even if he knew that Wren was going to do this, what else could he do?

To stop Wren?

Does he dare?

So a group of people quarreled to the city lord's bedside again, the city lord was very irritable, half of the tax was ironclad, he only spit out one word - chase, and then his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep.

The chief of staff is not afraid of offending the merchants, but he is afraid of offending the city lord, if he can't keep his position, what will he do in the future? As a confidant of the city lord, he has participated in many bad things, and it is not once or twice that he knocks on the bones and sucks the marrow, he can be safe and sound, all thanks to the approval of the city lord. Once his chief of staff was degraded, the businessmen were likely to take revenge on him. He immediately ordered a dozen or so guards who were not afraid of things, rushed out of the city gate on fast horses, and finally caught up with Wren after chasing for a long time.

Wren glanced at him sideways and sneered, "I discussed these things with the city lord, and he agreed. ”

The chief of staff's brain exploded, and he came back to his senses in an instant, he stabilized his mind, the hand holding the reins trembled slightly, and asked, "I was there yesterday, why don't I know?"

"That's your business, not mine, you can go and ask the city lord about it. If the lord of the city says that he has not said it, I will give you the things, but this must be said to me by himself, and only by this evening. Wren looked at the surrounding terrain and pointed to a place slightly higher than the surrounding and said, "I'll wait for you over there." ”

The chief of staff clenched his fists and lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and finally shook his fist hard. He knew very well that Wren was arguing with him now because he was still patient, but if he didn't know how to get entangled and killed a dozen or so people in this wilderness, no one really knew. And even if it is exposed in the future, what can it do? Citizens collide with the nobles, but they can live or die, and Wren killed him at his own expense, so that the nobles will not make trouble for him and Wren.

As soon as he tugged at the reins, he turned his horse's head around and galloped away in the direction of Westin. After going back, he must find a way to make the city lord better, as long as the city lord says a word, he can get rid of his responsibility.

Wren smiled back, didn't he pretend to be sick?

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The team did not stop and continued towards Ortlenburg. It's been half a month since he left home, and both Wren and these soldiers can't wait to return to their hometown at this moment.

As for whether this clever chief of staff can finally deal with the city lord, it has nothing to do with Wren.

Leaving Westin and daring to catch up, is it true that the long sword Wren is carrying at his waist is a vegetarian?

It's been an uneventful journey, but there's something else that's a little weird.

A majestic, shirtless black man sat on a chair carved from a huge stone, and he looked down at Aphro as he walked step by step from the crowd, and the amazement in his eyes flashed. The surrounding black barbarians had already knelt on the ground, shouting the names of the ancestors and gods in their mouths, and worshipping this holy woman fanatically. The belief of the black barbarians is simple and simple, they have only one god, that is, the barbarian god. All people have been indoctrinated with this idea from an early age, and the barbarian god is the god of all black people, and this god will guide people to prosperity.

No one has ever seen a god, but there have been several saints in the history of the Black Barbarians. Whether it is a coincidence or any other reason, with the appearance of every saint, the black barbarian society will have a great progress. The more because of this, the more it makes the black barbarians more awe and worship the saint and the gods behind the saint.

When Aphro appeared in this large tribe called "Tutuka", the whole tribe went crazy, and people rushed to prostrate at Aphro's feet, reverently pressing their foreheads to the ground, praying in their hearts for all that could be described.

Tutuka is one of the largest tribes in Cape Lookout, with a population of more than 60,000 people, and its strength is second to none. The black barbarian society pays more attention to the law of the jungle than the outside society, and is more like a primitive and barbaric herd. Those who do not contribute to the tribe are expelled by the entire tribe, often elderly or severely disabled. It was difficult for these people to survive after being thrown out of the tribe, and most of them died under the mouths of the beasts. Some small and medium-sized tribes are superior to large tribes in this regard, and instead of expelling the old and disabled, they are providing for them.

It may also be because those small and medium-sized tribes are closer to the edge of the primeval forest, have more contact with the outside world, learn civilization, and take off the cloak of wild beasts.

But here, the rules of the past are still being followed.

"My tribe has not had a saint for many years, which tribe are you a saint?", the chief of Tutuka is called Tutu, which means "the most powerful" in the barbarian language.

Aphro looked up at Tutu calmly and said softly, "I am not a saint of any tribe, I am a saint of all black people. ”

Tutu grinned, he stroked the steel weapon around his waist, and showed a playful smile, "I have never heard of a saint born in these years, which tribe were you born into, which witch priest delivered the baby for you?"

Aphro was unkempt and carefree, but that didn't mean she was a fool, and she had learned a lot from the Masters at Wren's mansion, and she found that the chief didn't seem to want her to be around at this time. She looked around, and her keen eyes suddenly noticed a brown shadow flickering in the treehouse in the distance.

She turned her head and looked at Tutu, "No matter where I was born, no matter which witch priest delivered me a baby, it doesn't change the fact that I am. She took a few more steps forward and approached Tutu, "Why are you different from the others? I don't see in your eyes your fear of the gods? Do you want to rebel against the will of the gods?"

The black barbarians kneeling around suddenly became short of breath, and they had no reverence for the gods, and they had to disobey the gods. Some of the black barbarians who were not quite good with Tutu and were extremely strong raised their heads, staring at Tutu with white eyes, and a bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on their faces.

Not everyone will submit to the feet of the chief, and the more barbaric the society, the more infinite the role of the individual in the group. In a civilized society outside the primeval forest, the choice of a leader must be the unanimous choice of the vast majority, even if a minority opposes it. But here, deep in the Salme Mountains, the selection of chiefs often means rounds of bloody battles. If you want to get the position of chief, you only need to kill the opponent, which is simple, brutal, bloody and cruel.

Tutu seemed to feel the threatening gaze, his eyes froze, he half-knelt on the ground, and lowered his head, "Since I was born, when I took the first breath of air, I believed in barbarian gods. Just when Aphro thought that he had subdued the chief of the great tribe, Tutu suddenly stood up again, slapped his shiny chest, and shouted loudly, "The gods have also sent oracles, and Tutu is also the one who is loved and blessed by the barbarian gods!"

He tore off the crotch cloth, and to the less astonished gaze of the people, he proudly exposed the base of his thigh, and on the inner thigh, there was a white patch the size of a silver coin (a dollar).

Tutu's white spots must have been revealed in front of his clan more than once, and there are always some black barbarians who eat his set, and they will be suspicious. The Holy Woman, the Holy Son, and the Holy Son, are sacred because they are born white and spotless, not with a white disgusting spot on their thighs, as Tutu did. Without Aphro, people might have trusted Tutu a little more, but with Aphro, there are far fewer people who believe in Tutu.

"This is a revelation from the barbarian gods, and I will lead the black people to a new world!"

Tutu's pale vocabulary made it impossible to organize more incendiary language to stir up emotions, he took a few steps back, sat back on the stone chair, and looked at Aphro, "The witch priest once told me that everything comes for a reason, and everything goes for a fruit, saint, what did you come to my tribe for?"

Aphro looked at the crumbling mountains in the distance, "I've heard that someone came here from over there and brought disaster and destruction. So I'm going to take a look, and see what kind of calamity and destruction it is, and I want to destroy the people of the barbarian gods. ”

Tutu was stunned for a moment, his eyes were rolling, and before he could open his mouth to explain, someone interjected and said, "The great saint is a group of people like wild beasts, and they have brought weapons and food. (To be continued.) )