"It's me who blames you, Chief Valsta! I'm willing to go to the trouble for you! The aboriginal interpreter was grateful, and the commander of the expeditionary force in front of him was his great benefactor.

A week earlier, Marshal Dalí had ransomed the women of the Aboriginal tribe from a dozen slave traders in the vicinity out of his own pocket, then went to a mine to save the male Aboriginal laborers who were working there, and finally he led his troops to raid a stronghold of the Sylvinian Empire to save the old chief of the Aboriginal tribe.

"Old leather boots, if you really want to thank me, stay with me as a translator, and I will pay you." Dali said.

The lingua franca was a rough man in his fifties, with weathered brown skin and wrinkled skin like a pair of worn-out boots, hence the nickname "Old Leather Boots" from Poigny.

"Chief Dali! I'm certainly happy to serve you! I'm going to help you defeat those Sylvinians, none of them are good! Do something harmful! ”

General Puigni next to him smiled and said, "Hey, old leather boots! I've told you so many times! This is our Elector, Lord Dali Einfurt, commander-in-chief of the Valstad Expeditionary Force, not some chieftain as you call him, look at him, dressed in a military uniform, and without your hides and hulls. ”

The aboriginal translator had his own thoughts: "I don't understand what you said about the electors, commanders-in-chief, or anything!" In our language, the word chief represents not only the leader of the tribe or village, but also the meaning of respect, which is why I respect this great benefactor. ”

Dali smiled: "Haha, Poigny, whatever he calls him, the chief is the chief, everyone is casual, so the atmosphere is more harmonious, I think it's good." At this moment, even Jiawen, who has always been known for his seriousness, laughed.

At this time, one of the guards entered the tent with an expression of embarrassment on his face: "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief!" The aboriginal girl clamored to see you, and we didn't listen to her. ”

"She even knows the lingua franca?" Dalí looked a little shocked.

"Yes, since we put her in new clothes and reunited her with her relatives, she has gradually let down her guard and started to speak the lingua franca with us."

Poigni glanced at the aboriginal uncle beside him, "Hey, old leather boots!" It looks like your job is going to be taken away by a beautiful young female translator! ”

Old Boots laughed loudly, "Haha, that child was taught the lingua franca by me, she is the daughter of our chief, her name is 'Little Skylark', she is 17 years old. She is the most beautiful girl in our tribe, she has a good voice, she can sing and dance, and many warriors in the village are her suitors, but ...... I think this kid now has a heart. ”

"Oops! I think that girl has a crush on you! Poigni, who was next to him, looked at Dali with an exaggerated expression, "Do you hear that?" Now you can find trouble, the hero's act of saving the beauty has been rewarded, and the big beauty has thrown herself into her arms! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you kid!" Dali replied.

"Whew! Fake serious guys! You guy is really a blessing, and I really envy me! already has such a beautiful wife, and there are even beautiful women in her arms! On the other hand, I, a poor bachelor, have a handsome appearance, and I don't have any female popularity! ”

General Jiawen on the side sneered: "You guy is a playboy, you see one and love the other, and you never know what it means to be single-minded!" If any girl from a good family dares to come to you, that's hell! ”

"you! Gavin! You're not a single kid too! Just your unsympathetic face...... And the face laughs at me! ”

The guards on the side watched the commanders tease each other, a little confused, "Commander, do you want to see that girl, if not, we will persuade her to go back." ”

"Bring her in." Dali replied.

The old leather boots gave him a meaningful look, "Chief Valstad, come on!" Strive to be the son-in-law of our village! ”

"Hahaha! I'm laughing to death! Poigani snorted and laughed, "Dali, you have to pay attention to the influence, we have so many pairs of eyes watching, if you can't keep any, anyone will write a report letter to your wife!" ”

"Let's all go out, I'm going to talk to this girl alone!"

"Oops! What a blatant statement! Powani exclaimed as he walked out of the tent.

General Gavin pulled him out of the tent, "Get out of here!" Don't get in the way! ”

Eventually, everyone left the tent, leaving Dalí alone.

After a while, the beautiful aboriginal girl lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in, staring at the man in front of her timidly with a pair of big eyes, her little hands clenched together, constantly scratching the floral cloth skirt on her body, and the other hand tugging at her shiny black braid, her fingers circling around her hair, her expression twisted, looking very embarrassed.

(What a lovely girl, no wonder the slave owner took her for a treasure.) Dali thought with a smile as he broke the silence first, "Hello, little lark. ”

The girl's big eyes widened, "Chieftain...... Do you know my name? ”

"It was your teacher, Old Boots, who told me, and he told me that you were the chief's daughter. How's it going, how are my men treating you? ”

The girl's face was full of gratitude, tears flickered, and she was moved to tears:

"Woo...... Chief Dali! Your warriors treat me well! They gave me food, bought me new clothes to wear in the town, and this morning, the people of our tribe were finally reunited! My chieftain's father has returned safely, and the tribe has finally been saved! Thank you for your great kindness! You are the eagle of the mountains! The greatest druid! Jakun Lavia Tonit Zoom！ ”

Dalí asked, somewhat puzzled, "What do you mean by the last sentence?" ”

The girl explained with a serious face: "It is our ethnic language, which means the great messenger of nature!" We are Druidic, we worship nature, and my chief father is convinced that you are the savior sent by the Creator God! ”

Dali smiled and waved his hand, "That's a ...... I am no more than a soldier sent by the state on a mission, and don't forget, I was forced to kill many of your soldiers. ”

The girl said eagerly, "No! You're so great! I believe you are the savior! We were taken advantage of by the Sylvinians, attacking the Valsta tribe on the way, killing your warriors, and you can still repay your grievances with virtue! I'm ashamed of you!

I beg your forgiveness for our ignorance, we didn't mean to go against the Valstad tribe! Please, Chief Dali of the Valstad tribe, Lord Savior! Do not condemn my people! If you want to punish me, punish me alone! ”

This lovely aboriginal girl was extremely sincere, and she seemed to feel that her tribe had committed some heinous crime, and she wanted to apologize for her sins with death, and knelt down in front of her benefactor with tears.

Dali helped her up, took out a precious incense silk handkerchief, and wiped away tears for this beautiful little face, "Girl, how can people hate a beautiful person like you, I have never blamed your people, don't worry." ”

The girl took the handkerchief, smelled the incense on it, and suddenly became flushed, as if she was struggling with something unspeakable, she clenched her small fists, and finally mustered up the courage to walk in front of her benefactor, a pair of big brown eyes flickered, and looked directly at the other party's deep blue eyes:

"You have saved me from the devil's slave traders, and I am destitute and have nothing good to give thanks for, but this body...... Elder Dali, I ...... I'm your man! We'll spend the night in this tent tonight, and I'm dedicated to you! I only love you one in my life, and this oath can be learned from heaven and earth! ”

Dalí was caught off guard by the straightforwardness of the Aboriginal girl, who had read many books describing the customs of the Aboriginal people of the New World.

He knew that in many indigenous tribes, the relationship between men and women was mostly very free. It is difficult to find a woman or a man who has been married only once in the tribe as a whole. As long as the man and woman spend one night together, the marriage relationship between the man and the woman is established. Of course, it is also very easy for couples to divorce, as long as they feel that they dislike each other and no longer fall in love, they can part ways and find a new love.

And the girl in front of her obviously has never had emotional experience, much more timid than most aboriginal women, just like her name, she is a little lark who has just spread her wings and has not been deeply involved in the world, while Dali has been weathered and experienced rare ups and downs in the world, and now has a family.

"I'm sorry, little girl, I can't agree to your request, I have a wife and children."

The girl's face was full of disappointment, and the confession that she had managed to muster up the courage to do so was lost, which made her very unwilling, and her mouth was pursed, and she was simply jealous.

Dalí wanted to end this embarrassing situation and quickly changed the subject: "If you really appreciate me, can you do me a favor?" ”

The girl hurriedly agreed: "Chief Dali, the little lark is willing to serve you!" Anything goes! I would die for you! ”

"How can it be so exaggerated...... Dali hurriedly waved his hand, "I want to see your chieftain father, so that we can form an alliance against the Sylvinians." ”

The smile of the aboriginal girl was gentle and kind, "Great! Father always wanted to thank you in person! With the help of the Savior, our people will survive this difficult time! ”