Another fierce battle was over, and they still had to discuss the content of the 'oath'.

Soon, a relatively complete version was finally obtained, the central idea of which was roughly as follows:

1. The two parties swear to never betray each other and abide by chastity;

2. The bodies and souls of both parties to the vow will be attracted to each other throughout their lives;

3. The two parties to the pledge will share weal and woe from now on, and put the common interests above their own interests.

This is the consensus they reached in the discussion, it is a common vision, and there is no such thing as anyone feeling at a loss.

After this discussion, and several battles day and night, even when the troll body felt hollowed out, Bladefang proposed a truce.

Although he felt ashamed under the other party's smiling gaze, he really couldn't do it anymore, and left his residence in a hurry as if fleeing....

After a short break, Bladetooth and Miya teamed up to propose a motion in the Rune House titled "Discussion on Permanent Partners and Family".

This bill caused an uproar among the witch doctors and the 'House of Representatives' who were observing.

The opposition, led by the Great Witch Doctor, considered this to be unworkable, arguing that it was a serious violation of tribal traditions.

Moreover, the 'family' will bring a series of problems, and even hit the foundation of the 'public ownership' that exists in the tribe at this time.

The supporters, led by the Chinese witch doctor, hold the opposite view.

They believe that tribal traditions have long been shattered, and that there is no need to hold on to what doesn't even exist.

Moreover, they feel that 'public ownership' has cracked with the abundance of materials, and that 'private ownership' in the family unit is just enough to fill the chaos caused by the complete collapse of the former.

After several rounds of deliberations at the Rune Council Expansion Meeting, the opposition and supporters were unable to reach an agreement on the issue.

All of a sudden, the situation came to a stalemate.

Looking at the two sides who were arguing, the thinking of the blade teeth was a little sluggish.... He really didn't think about it that much, it was just possessive.

However, it is clear that the concerns of both sides are well documented, and they are simply a matter of whether the views they hold are conservative or radical.

So, he proposed to do a thorough survey of the wishes of the tribal people, first to see how acceptable they were, and then talk about other things.

With the total number of tribal populations being so small, the investigation proceeded fairly quickly, and the council quickly got the relevant results.

The general content is as follows,

When middle-aged men are asked what they think of their 'fixed partner', they basically answer 'it doesn't matter';

But when they are asked, 'Would you like to have and only have one permanent partner?' At that time, the choice of men was divided...

35% answered 'no';

45% answered 'it doesn't matter';

20% answered 'yes';

According to rough statistics, those who answered 'unwilling' were basically the strongest and bravest ones;

Those who answer 'it doesn't matter' are ordinary trolls of the next level;

Those who answered 'yes' were concentrated among a few slightly emaciated trolls.

And the answers to the survey of female trolls are almost identical to those of men.

With similar proportions and compositions, it seems that 'strong or not' has become an important criterion for determining the troll's view of mate selection.

In the face of such an investigation report, both sides no longer seek to completely dismiss the other side's views, but instead come up with an interim regulation under mutual compromise.

The regulations establish that without forcing changes to the tribe's current mating system, provide a path to certification for groups of trolls who are willing to 'mate', and ensure that the tribe respects and upholds their choices broadly.

Certification and respect maintenance are mainly reflected in the following aspects.

First of all, the two parties who are willing to 'marry' will swear allegiance to each other under a determined process, and the tribe is obliged to recognize, record, and keep this oath on file; (Witch doctors can voluntarily choose whether or not to take further meditative vows, while regular trolls are not required to take such vows.) ）

Second, mutual chastity and mutual assistance will become a declaration of the common basic obligation of both parties, and violators will be spurned and punished;

Again, no troll is allowed to make any form of mating request to both parties under oath, and violators will be offended and punished.

Finally, the two parties pledged to form a new experimental unit, the family, and were obliged to cooperate with the tribe in sociological experiments in the areas of 'private ownership' and 'raising children'.

The Interim Ordinance was named the 'Marriage Act (Provisional)', and Bladetooth and Mia became the first pair of trolls to eat crabs.

After several days of preparation, the wedding of the two trolls took place in the former Witch Doctor's Courtyard.

They held each other's hands and came to the old witch doctor who insisted on 'marrying'.

The old witch doctor couldn't speak anymore, he just sat in the center, looking at the 'newcomers' with his already cloudy eyes.

One is a fearless explorer who has turned the tribe upside down;

The other is the fruit of the blossoming of the flower of tribal innovation.

Now, the combination of the two seems to herald the dawn of a new era.

‘.... I seem to be able to go with peace of mind....'

Thinking like this, the old witch doctor closed his eyes and left this world forever, leaving the tribal home to which he had dedicated his life.

He walked quietly, so quiet that the other two witch doctors standing on either side of him, who were in charge of the opening and recording, were unnoticed.

It wasn't until after all the processes that the two witch doctors ended the 'legal vows' and 'deep meditation vows' in the presence of the attendees, and ushered in the moment of the dinner.

"Old witch doctor, the wedding is over, do you want me to take you back to the house?"

Blade Fang, who had completed the task, endured the unexpected 'side effects' brought about by the 'meditation oath', walked over to the old witch doctor, bowed down and asked softly.

Rightfully so, there was no response.

Blade Tooth let out a 'pop' in his heart, and he had a faint sense of foreboding.

"Old witch doctor, old witch doctor!"

He whispered in vain, and stretched out his hand in front of the old man.

However, I can't feel my breath anymore.....

Blade Tooth withdrew his hand, and he straightened up, looking up at the silent night sky rendered warm yellow by the campfire, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a long-lost tear quietly trickled down his cheek.

A pair of arms hugged him from the front, a hot snort covered his neck, and the female voice spoke with indescribable emotions.

"I'm sorry...."

Cleaning up the mood, the blade teeth hugged each other, smelled the fragrance that had never been before, and comforted softly,

"It's not your fault."

After a brief hug, he spoke,

"Can you call the two witch doctors for me, Fangs and Thickfangs..... It's time to discuss the fate of the old witch doctor. ”

"Hmm."

Miya turned away and quietly walked towards the two of them, each surrounded by a group of trolls.