Yang Shubao looked out and found that the appearance of the chief was so grand.

The gentle black chief sat on a wooden sedan chair with his son in his arms.

Compared to the single-person soft sedan they ride between them, the wooden sedan is much more luxurious now.

It was carried by four strong men on their shoulders, with many beautiful feathers pasted on it. All Lao Yang could recognize were the couple's parrot feathers and green dove feathers.

The wooden sedan chair is inlaid with ivory and bison horns, and the four strong men carrying the sedan chair wear wildebeest helmets on their heads.

They were covered in leopard skin on their upper body, and wrists and ankles with serval wrist guards. Their muscles were as solid as rocks, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and beards, and they looked brave and fierce.

As the voice of the on-duty official fell, the sedan chair was also put down. The on-duty official stepped forward to support him, and the chief Golden Shield walked down with his son in his arms.

The people in the palace stood up, thought they were coming in like this, and then started the banquet.

As a result, when the chief walked to the door, the duty officer raised his head and shouted: "Oh, oh, oh! Your Majesty the Great Chief Golden Shield, you are the great monarch of the Arrow Tribe, the powerful king, the son of the sun, the son of the grassland, the son of the lion, and the Zulu people in the world bowed and saluted when they saw you. It is their honor to receive the guests from foreign tribes today..."

Lao Yang kept blinking when he heard this. He didn't know that modern society still retained such feudal customs. Although he was a guest who was received, he still felt a little embarrassed.

Zhang Jinjie wanted to say something, but the atmosphere was not suitable for ear biting, so he had to shut his mouth again.

The duty officer continued to praise the chief and finally said: "Please come from afar with the blessings from the Great Wall to come forward, and ask the great chief to give them blessings from the sun and the grassland. Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang please come forward to receive the praise from the sun!"

Kirkra raised his hand and signaled the two of them to come forward. Another etiquette came down. The chief finally spoke: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, Mr. Jin, welcome your arrival, please sit down. Duty officer, the dinner begins."

Originally, Yang Shubao felt that he was equal to Kerkra and the Chief. To be honest, he even felt that his bloodline and knowledge were more than these two people. However, after experiencing this complicated ritual, his mind was abandoned unconsciously and changed to a sense of awe for the Chief.

This is why some feudal etiquettes were born. They can create a sense of class among the crowd, ultimately for rule.

However, the Chief of the Golden Shield is still a very friendly person.

He sat on the throne and smiled at Yang Shubao, "Mr. Yang, it's a bit rude to invite you suddenly, but I can't wait to see you, so I specially welcome you with the highest etiquette of our Arrow Tribe to entertain civilian guests. I hope you can forgive my presumptuous invitation."

Yang Shubao said: "Chief, you are polite. I should thank you. If it weren't for your hospitality, I wouldn't have known that the Zulu culture was so brilliant and so grand."

Both sides politely approached until the little prince looked at Nicole and said, "Dad, this sister is so beautiful."

These frank words broke the sense of distance between the two sides. The Golden Shield laughed and said, "When you grow up, can you find a wife who looks so beautiful?"

The little prince nodded in his knees and asked Nicole again, "Sister, can you wait for me to marry me when I grow up?"

Nicole couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "Sorry, cute little brother, I have already married you, the eldest brother, and I can't marry you again."

The little prince said with some sorrow, "But I like you very much."

"I like her very much, too." Yang Shubao said in accordance with his words.

The little prince sighed and said, "Then let's go to the Gladiatorium to fight, and use the rules left by our ancestors to decide who can pursue her. Alas, I'm afraid I will lose. Dad, this big brother can beat him at first sight. I think I can't beat him."

The words of the young child are a bit abrupt, but he uses the Zulu consciousness to think about problems, follow the customs of the countryside, respect other people's customs, and the other party is still a child, so Yang Shubao cannot be serious.

Besides, the little prince was very straightforward, so he was a bit cute. Several adults were amused and didn't take his words seriously.

The golden shield stroked the stubble on his son's head and said, "You big sister is going to marry your big brother. The rules of our ancestors only apply to unmarried girls. When you grow up, this big sister is already married. Then you can't go to the battle platform with him to compete."

The little prince looked up and asked, "Then should I grow up quickly?"

"I hope you can grow up soon." The Golden Shield smiled.

Speaking of this, he looked at Yang Shubao and said, "Mr. Yang, I must thank you. The herbs you sent last time actually had magical effects. To be honest, I did not respond to hope at that time, but hope did appear. How can I thank you?"

Kirkra, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said, "The little prince had improved a lot of mental state that day after eating the herbs you sent. The next day, he became more energetic, and gradually grew a little bit of stubble, and began to like to eat. You were not here, so I don't know how happy our chief was a few days ago. If it weren't for the preparation of the sun gift, he would have wanted to invite you."

Yang Shubao brought the small glass bottle he brought up and said, "There are some medicines here. Please continue to take them to the little prince. I will give you medicine once every week in the future. Taking them once a week is enough. You can't take too much of this medicine. According to our Chinese medicine philosophy, too much is too much, and it will not be supplemented."

The duty officer was about to come up to take the glass bottle, but the golden shield stopped him and said, "I want to save such a precious thing myself."

He took away the glass bottle with both hands, and when he faced Yang Shubao, he had a pious expression on his face. He really felt sorry for his parents in the world.

Taking away the glass bottle and getting Yang Shubao's promise of treatment, the Golden Shield said: "I need to repay you, Mr. Yang, you are the savior of our Arrow Tribe. Without you, the inheritance of the Scepter of the King of the King will be cut off. So please make a request. As long as I can do it, I will do my best!"

Yang Shubao said: "The tradition of our Chinese people is to help others and not ask for rewards, so you don't have to repay me deliberately. Besides, being able to help a smart, cute and kind child escape from the torture of the disease and make him smile is the best reward."

The Golden Shield waved his hand and said, "I need to repay you even more after hearing what you say. Please don't be polite. If you have any needs, please be honest. Our tribe has gold, land, and beauty. Oh, you shouldn't need this anymore. You already have one of the best beauties in Africa."

Yang Shubao has no need for beauty or gold. He really cares about land, but Nonggoma is too far away from his reserve, so it is useless for him to accept the land and cannot be managed.
Chapter completed!