Tang Jie's eyes stared at the extremely sharp wooden spears in front of him, and his eyes were almost cross-eyed.

An old man wearing a grass ring on his head, bright feathers, and a string of small skulls on his chest walked into the grass hut and said coldly in fluent imperial Chinese: "Pound, where are you from?"

Tang Jie smiled, but he immediately pulled the muscles on his body, and suddenly twisted his eyebrows in pain: "Could it be that all the people who speak the imperial Chinese are Pounds?"

Standing next to the old man, a tall man with small eyes and thick lips shouted in strange imperial Chinese: "Isn't it?

Tang Jie smiled bitterly: "What kind of logic is this? Then the old man next to you and you, don't you also speak imperial Chinese? Are you also Pound people?"

The man was immediately furious, snatched the spear of the person next to him, and was about to stab Tang Jie.

Tang Jie was powerless at this time, let alone using his fighting qi to lift his breath, even if he took a breath, he would feel that the muscles in his chest were painful, he reluctantly moved his body, adjusted a posture that could burn jade and stones, and fought to the death, and secretly complained in his heart: Damn, Lao Tzu is crisscrossing the eastern and western continents in this world, unifying the Nilsia Sea and the West Sidrian Sea, and fighting all the masters in the world, and now he wants to die in the hands of this group of wild and unopened natives?

Seeing that the spear was about to pierce Tang Jie's chest, the old man suddenly opened his mouth and scolded in the tribal language: "Tuhai, stop!"

Tuhai turned his head and said angrily: "Abarah, the Pounds have looted our property, burned down our houses, and killed our people, why don't you let me kill this Pound dog?"

Abaraha also raised an eyebrow: "Tuhai, I am your father, don't you even listen to me?"

Tu Hai only gasped for breath in his nose, stared at Tang Jie viciously, and then stabbed the spear in his hand to the ground fiercely, with such force that the tail of the spear shook for a while.

Abaraha slowly took a step forward, and then asked in imperial Chinese, "Who are you, why are you here, and what are you doing here?"

Tang Jie only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, he didn't know how to talk to these guys, could it be that he was fighting a duel with the famous divine knight Ka Miro in the Western Continent, and he was about to decide the victory, and the holy fire fell from the sky, did he open his eyes and appear here again?

Telling such a big truth, I'm afraid that these guys who seem to be quite unreasonable will be even more convinced that they are talking nonsense, right?

Tang Jie's eyes rolled, and he was about to speak, but he heard Abaraha staring at Tang Jie with a pair of eyes: "In front of Mavi, the goddess of chaos, no one dares to tell a lie, otherwise his tongue will be cut out!"

Tang Jie saw that although this old man was short and black, he was as black as a piece of charcoal, but his eyes were unusually bright and sharp, and he couldn't tell the lie he had just thought of, so he had to smile bitterly: "If I tell you that I don't know why I am in this place, do you believe it?"

Abaraha leaned forward slightly, carefully looked at Tang Jie's facial features, hair and skin, and even sniffed his body a few times with his nose, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Then who are you? You should always know this, right?"

Tang Jie was about to tell his identity, but he quickly became alert in his heart: he had become the most powerful pirate in the Nilsia Sea and the West Sidrian Sea at this time, although he was powerful, he must also have enemies all over the world, even if these people had no grievances with him, and there was no conflict of interest, but he had no power to fight back at this time, not to mention a few strong black men with sharp spears in this grass shed, even this black woman could not beat them.

If Tang Jie tells his identity, once these guys know their identity and use value, they take this opportunity to use it, or blackmail themselves, or even take their own heads to their enemies in exchange for some gold and silver treasures or something, it will be a big mistake!

Tang Jie remained silent, his mind was like electricity, and he quickly thought of an identity, he sighed deeply, and said: "I am a captain of the Beto Chamber of Commerce of the Falco Empire on the Noah Continent, called Silani, I was originally doing some trading business on the sea, but I didn't expect to meet pirates near the coastline of the Southern Continent, but as a result, the entire ship was robbed by them, and I escaped alone and ended up in this place......

Abaraha frowned slightly, and quickly asked, "What's the name of your ship?"

Tang Jie didn't think about it, so he said, "Ocean Ship!"

"What type of ship?" Abaraha didn't give Tang Jie a chance to breathe, and immediately asked again.

Tang Jie also replied without hesitation: "Three-masted griffon-class sea ship." ”

"What cargo is carrying, and how many sailors are on board?" asked Abaraha with a cannon of cannons.

If these questions are asked to others, maybe they will have to be asked, as long as there is a little hesitation, this old man will definitely be able to detect it immediately, but Tang Jie is one of the experts, of course it is difficult for him, he also replied quickly: "The medicinal herbs safflower and some pottery from the Western Continent are carried. In total, there were one hundred and thirty-two sailors on board. ”

Seeing Tang Jie's answer, Abaraha nodded secretly, but he was still a little unwilling, and asked, "How is the number of 132 sailors arranged?"

Tang Jie was secretly awe-inspiring, this old man is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, and now it is fortunate that it is him, who is not only a genuine captain, but also a person who has experienced the great wind and waves in the world, naturally there will be no mistake, he opened his mouth and carefully and clearly stated the number of sailors in the division of labor.

If you haven't been on a sea ship for a while, you will never know these things so clearly.

As soon as Tang Jie finished speaking, most of the people in this grass shed who understood the imperial Chinese language had already believed it at this time, they looked at each other, nodded secretly to each other, and lowered the spear in their hands a little.

Abaraha also nodded, and after taking a deep look at Tang Jie, he said, "I believe you, you do have a strong smell of the sea. ”

Tang Jie secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: Fortunately, his life was saved for the time being.

Tang Jie frowned and asked, "Then is it my turn to ask questions now?"

A gleam flashed in Abarah's eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

Tang Jie cautiously asked, "Excuse me, where am I?"

Abarah's son, Tuhai, rushed to spit on the ground, wrinkled his eyebrows and glared, "This is the Kokortan Department blessed by the goddess of chaos, why are you asking about this?"

Tang Jie smiled bitterly: "I'm not familiar with life, I always have to ask where I am, right?"

Abaraha seemed to be very dissatisfied with his son's snatching of his own words, he glanced at Tuhai slightly, and Tuhai, who was about to speak, saw it, so he lowered his head, but his eyes were full of fierce and fierce gaze.

Tang Jie secretly scolded in his heart: Damn, do I have a grudge against you for killing my father and taking my wife?

Abaraha nodded slowly to Tang Jie, then made a gesture to the people around him, and led these people out.

After walking about ten steps out of the grass hut, Abaraha nodded to the woman beside him and said in the tribal language: "Tobulmay, you rescued him back, you continue to take care of him, but you must report to me what he tells you every day in the future, and if he is suspected of escaping, kill him immediately, don't hesitate!"

Tobulme blinked and nodded, and then she frowned slightly: "Wise Abaraha chief, don't you believe him? Isn't he a troubled merchant?

Abarraha smiled coldly: "Beautiful and young Tobulme, don't you think that he was too calm just now and answered too fluently?"

There was an angry look on Tobourmay's face: "He was lying to deceive us, I'm going to kill him!"

Abaraha whispered, "Stop! Impulsiveness will only blind your mind, Tobulmay, don't let your emotions control your mind! When did I say he was lying?"

Tobulme looked at Abaraha puzzled: "But what did you just say......"

Abaraha shook his head: "I mean, what he said is true, but I don't believe that he is just a pure businessman, you see his palms are full of thick calluses, his knuckles and arm joints are very thick, and his left hand is very strange, as if covered with a layer of black calluses, this guy may not be a Pound, but he must also have something to do with the Pounds, I can't figure out yet......"

Tobulme became more and more confused: "I don't understand, patriarch, since you can't make up your mind, then why didn't you object when I rescued him back in the first place? Why didn't you kill him just now? Anyway, these people from other continents don't have a few good things!"

Abaraha sneered: "Why do you want to save him? Because ten days later is the day when we pay human slaves to the golden ivory tower, and there are still three human slaves in our tribe to hand them in, and he just happened to send them to the door! As for why I didn't kill him just now? Hey, have you noticed what kind of posture he was when we stretched out our spears just now?"

Tobulmay's eyes widened and he shook his head, "What posture?"

Abarrah said coldly: "He leans slightly closer to you, one leg is slightly curled, one hand is lowered on his chest, and the other hand is slightly raised, hey, as long as we really want to kill him, he will definitely use that curled leg and the hand on his chest to block or sweep away our spear as soon as possible, and then pounce on you!"

Tobulmay's eyes widened: "I think it's so difficult for this guy to even take a breath, I can poke him to death with one finger, how can he catch me?"

Abarraha took a deep breath: "This is the most terrible thing about him, because these reactions are already his conditioned reflexes, and this fighting instinct is like breathing, deep into his instincts!

Topourme's brow furrowed, she thought about it, and nodded without hesitation at first, but the more she thought about it, the heavier her face became, and then she slowly shook her head.

Abaraha smiled, "Perhaps, Tobulme, you are not bringing back a slave, but a man-eating beast!"