The power of words for human beings was noticed in the classical era before the ancient Rahmanic Empire. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fragments of the ancient civilization of Mobigas, which is named after the Inland Sea, which was said to have been destroyed by angels, have written: "All citizens of the country of Mobigas are required to learn the art of "debate" from the age of ten, and they should be able to debate with anyone at any time and place on anything in the present, in the past, and in the future. And in the eyes of the Lamanites, who rose to prominence in the later period, eloquence was also a good quality worthy of praise.

The language spoken by wizards and magicians is magical, and this magic can literally alter reality and physical phenomena. But the conventional language that doesn't exist for magic is just as powerful, and it's probably more powerful than any magic.

It is not uncommon to read the history of the people in a passionate and blood-boiling speech, and the documents left behind by the Lamanic historians and philosophers who used the pen as a sword are so lethal and inflammatory that several emperors have ordered the burning of books and the massacre of literati.

"It is the one who has no power to restrain the chicken, but who has the most powerful weapon in his hands. ”

To this day, the children of Padrosi's aristocrats still need to practice arguing with others. In the eyes of the imperial aristocracy, this not only exercised their mental flexibility, but also laid the foundation for their future entry into politics and even military circles - and even the most difficult to enter the business management industry, the eloquent and clever person was far more able to attract the attention of others than the taciturn person, thus expanding his network and greatly increasing the chances of success.

Escorted by several descendants, the old village chief climbed the stairs on the side of the earthen wall, climbed to a high platform with a log fence that had been rebuilt to defend against foreign invasions, and waved his hand downward.

Being able to still serve as the village chief at this age, he obviously has a lot of prestige in this village.

When the villagers saw the old village chief appear, the commotion gradually subsided.

He didn't even need to speak, and the people obeyed naturally. Tazito snorted disdainfully, and the people in the courtyard behind him, including several mercenaries and merchants, let out a sigh of relief.

The situation seemed to be gradually becoming under control, but the sage still told everyone to be ready to evacuate at any time.

"You guys, what you want, old man, you know. He spoke in a peculiar way of elongating the tone after almost every noun, and the villagers began to shout as soon as the words fell.

"Hand over that nobleman!" "Chief, there are nobles in that caravan!" and "Take the lord hostage!" and so on.

"Be calm, don't be impatient. Be at ease, don't be impatient. He waved his hand, and the villagers fell silent again.

Whether or not a leader has prestige is evident in the present situation. The old village chief obviously had considerable control over the situation, and although there were many people in a village who had other ideas, whether they sincerely believed in following him or not, a few individuals would not dare to make a mistake when the people obeyed.

"This matter, if it is said to be a misunderstanding, it can't be regarded as a misunderstanding. ”

- Mira was stunned, she looked at Henry, and the other merchants also sensed that something was not quite right with the opening.

They had clearly explained the old village chief's correct words, as long as it was a misunderstanding by him, Margaret was a merchant's lady and not a nobleman's, and the whole matter could be solved, but what was his approach?

Is it not a misunderstanding?—The old village chief continued, "This young lady is indeed a nobleman. ”

"What the hell is this guy doing!" Filippo cried out, and his reaction was immediately met with a hostile reaction from all the other chiefs in the courtyard, who were staring at each other with sticks and the like. Tazito, who was in front of him, looked back and strode down the stairs and rushed towards him in this direction, but in front of the dwarf Filippo, our Sage stood there. Tazito knew that he could not fight Henry, so he was halfway through and suddenly snorted coldly again, and strode back.

"Bullying the weak and fearing the hard. Mira whispered, which made Filippo feel a little mixed next to him, on the one hand, the white-haired girl Loan was feeling sorry for him, and on the other hand, what she said was unintentional, but it was indeed saying that young people are weak.

Was this on his side or was it hurting him—the thought flashed for a moment before it returned to the situation at hand. The old village chief then said slowly: "Although she is a nobleman, she has nothing to do with the local people, those lords. ”

"Even if it doesn't matter, the nobles aren't all the same!" a voice shouted below, and the old village chief didn't speak again, he just stared straight at him.

"Is it your share to speak?" the old man has been highly respected in society since ancient times, not to mention his high position. The man who spoke was stunned, and he lowered his head and silently retreated to the back. The old village chief continued: "In everything, there is a debtor and a debtor, and we have fallen into this situation, and it has nothing to do with her. As he spoke, the situation seemed to be reversed, the villagers did not make a loud noise, and many people in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, even Filippo.

"It's okay, it seems to be reasonable. As he said this, Filippo seemed to have the attributes of a crow's mouth, for as he had just finished speaking, the voice outside sounded like the one who had raised the bar before.

"This situation has nothing to do with her, who does it have to do with it, dare to love us to become like this, or we are willing to do so!" Although the cause was probably that he was coerced by the old village chief to say that he did not speak, which made the villager feel shameless, but his roar shouted out the hearts of many people.

The villagers are isolated.

As mixed inhabitants, as descendants of the highlanders, they were not treated well by the mainstream of Lamanite society. Pushed into such a remote corner, even trade could not proceed smoothly, only such small caravans would come, but that was all.

Whatever happens, they don't have anyone to turn to, no one is going to help them.

The local lords, who were nominally responsible for them, happened to be the ones who persecuted them the most, and the natural disasters were enough for them, and the lords also imposed taxes every once in a while, causing chaos in the local area.

"Yes, it's all our own fault! It's all what we want!" the troublesome villager shouted again, and his thoughts infected and inspired many people, many who had already thought this way but did not have the courage to say it.

"Put ...... Hand over that nobleman!" first one person raised his hand and shouted with a little confidence, and then more and more people responded.

"Hand it over! Hand over that nobleman!"

"I say, big guy! The nobles are all relatives on the street, and if the nobleman is tied up and threatened, the local lord will definitely compromise!"

"Yes, yes, let's do it, let that stupid pig lord take responsibility for us once!" the bustling voice resounded, and more and more villagers, attracted by the noise, joined the ranks gathered around the door. The crowd, which had been only twenty or thirty people, had reached the size of nearly a hundred in an instant, and they shouted, and many of the younger and impulsive people turned around violently and ran into the distance after hearing the exaggerated version of the fact that the three of them had become tigers.

If Henry was standing on top of this at this time, he would have been able to tell that these guys were going to find people and tools, and they were going to make a big deal.

But it wasn't him who stood at the top, only the old village chief and his grandson Tazito.

"And then?" said the old village chief, who was so noisy that he could not hear him, and the muscles on his dry hands that clung to the wall bulged, and it was very shameful for him to be ignored, so he changed his previous calm and slow tone, took a deep breath, and then raised his voice and shouted:

"Yet!"

The sound of hair coming out of the old village chief's thin and withered body was very loud, and the villagers instantly fell silent and turned their heads to look at him again.

"Have you figured out where you are?"

"Do you know how we, in the end, have maintained this village until now?"

"It's because we don't resist that we can survive!"

He cried out loudly: "Why did our ancestors come down from the mountain, because we were tired of fighting!"

"It took us so many years to build this existence, yes, yes, you can tie up that noble lady, you can threaten the lord to send someone to rescue, but what about when he takes over?!"

"The moment Miss Nobles is released, the knights and royal legions of Padrosi will kill everyone in this village and burn the entire village!"

"Is this - what you want!"

He yelled like this, and many of the villagers hung their heads, but apparently not everyone agreed with this result.

"Then what are we going to do if we don't resist, and starve to death with our families! I have four children, and if I don't do this I will have to sell my eldest daughter into slavery!" shouted the voice that had been singing the opposite tone, and Margaret's eyes widened.

There are no words to explain how she is feeling at this moment, the person who is most eager to harm her happens to be the person she wanted to help in the first place?

Is this the result of her kindness?

The girl was stunned, Henry glanced at Mila and Ferruccio, the old butler and the girl of Loan nodded knowingly, and they whispered to the mercenaries and the merchants—and the villager in front shouted again, "We are the descendants of the Highlanders!"

"If we had to die, we wouldn't starve to death like peasants. ”

"If we have to die, we would rather die a heroic battle!!" he shouted, and such words drew the approval of a large group of young villagers who had run back to call for people, and they shouted and raised their rudimentary weapons in their hands as they had nowhere to vent their blood in such villages.

"Kill, rob, we won't starve! We're highlanders!"

"That's right!" the villager who seemed to have become the leader clenched his fists and turned around: "Rush out and grab it, we still have a chance to live, even if we become a rogue, our ancestors have survived like this for generations." ”

"If we stay here, we'll starve to death!"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" said the old village chief, raising his voice again, and his face flushed, for it was evidently too much of a burden for a man of his age, so he had to lie on the wall and gasp for breath for a long time after shouting at it.

"You ...... You won't last a week!" "You ...... You ......" he gasped, pointed at them with his fingers, and was a little speechless for a while: "You don't know, we ......"

"How many compromises have we made—" he said, and the villager spoke again, this time with a sharp taunt, "Compromise?"

"It doesn't look like you've compromised much, village chief!"

"Your family lives in the largest house in the village! Eat the best things! Every time a caravan comes, you take the lion's head first, and we can only pick up a little leftovers!"

"Look at the house you live in! Look at your fat grandson! Compare yourself to us who are all sunburned!"

"When we were feeding on vegetables and grains, you had a lot of fish and meat every day, who do you think gave you this kind of power? Is it a lord? Is it by settling with a lord? No!"

"It's us for you! it's us villagers!" he shouted, and the old village chief was already a little flustered by this time, and he couldn't turn his head out of breath. The huge mansion, a symbol of glory and wealth, had become a stumbling block for him, and he could not find the right words and phrases to refute it, and the villagers, who had already reached this point, no longer trusted him.

"Traitor!"

"The nobles' doglegs!"

"Wagging tail begging dog, undignified parasite!"

In just an instant, the title of village chief became worthless.

Or maybe it began to falter a long time ago?

"If you can't help us solve this matter, then you are not qualified to be the village chief!"

He shouted, and Tazito, who was on the side, saw that his grandfather was too angry to speak, and immediately took a step: "You bunnies-" "Woo-"

"Uh-ah-" The spear stabbed into his fat body, and Tazito froze, he never imagined that these people would dare to resist him one day.

Because he himself was so strong, and he was the highest person in the village.

"Prepare to evacuate!" Henry shouted to wake everyone who was stunned, and the mercenaries quickly climbed into the carriage, and Tazito, who fell outside with his bloody stomach in his hands, became the last straw that brought the whole situation to a conclusion.

"Rush!!Kill!!Catch that noble!!"

"Knock knock knock!" began to sound loudly, and the latch of the wooden door was obviously far from strong enough, and it began to tremble, and all these people, including the old village chief, did not know what to do.

"Ready! "Ready!" said Uncle Mario, turning his head while Mira led the two men's horses, both of whom looked at the sage.

Without saying a word, Henry unfastened the belt of his belt around his waist, and the leather-leather scabbard was dropped to the ground, while the sage gripped the brand-new one-and-a-half sword in both hands.

"Whew-" "Boom--!"

He is like a gale.

No, if it's wind, it may not be enough to have such power.

It's like thunder.

The steel sword pierced the wall of earth in an instant, and it twisted with great force, starting from the tip of the sword, but it had already fulfilled its mission—and then the sage put his hands in front of his head, and the whole person was slammed out from the position of the broken point.

"Boom!!Click!!" The sky was full of dust, and he directly smashed through the earthen wall and rushed out.

"Quick!" the villagers gathered around the wooden gate noticed what was happening in this corner, and they would soon react, Henry shouted back, and the knowing Mira slapped the horse's hips and the two horses rushed out of the gap that was still crumbling.

"Damn!" Uncle Mario cursed rarely, and Mira threw a simple wooden stick to Henry, who had lost his weapon, and the sage grabbed the saddle with one hand and turned over on his horse, the long wooden stick in his hand like a riding spear.

"Boom!" the horsewhip whipped wildly, and at this time it was impossible to feel sorry for the horses, and Filippo and Ferruccio were beside Margaret, and their carriages were the first to burst out, followed by the merchants' carriages.

"Bang!"

"My goods!" Because of the temporary gap and the uneven ground, many of the carriages shook violently as they rushed past, and the merchants lost a small part of their untied goods.

"Lives matter!" Uncle Mario shouted back, and Henry and Mira turned their horses around and chased after the convoy was broken.

The sage tossed the stick in his hand and scared off the villagers who were chasing him, buying some time, and when it was impossible for the villagers to catch up with them on foot, they ran some distance away, and Mira looked back.

In her sparkling blue eyes, the villagers were busy snatching up the fallen goods.

“....... It's a muddy water. ”

The girl turned around and joined the others in running away.