The robbery itself is not a big deal, but the consequences it causes can be big or small, so Wen Duoer in the tent is waiting for Ba to express his opinion.

Winters waited deliberately for a while, glanced at the tent with a cold look, and then he asked in a stern voice: "[Hed] Old man, you can take your horses, your family, and your relatives in this tent."

The tall and thin old man shook his head: "[Herd] Huibadu, nowhere."

“[Herd] can it be in this camp?”

“[Herd] Huiba is not here.”

“[Hed] Can it be in pastures where tribes are not allowed to grazed?”

“[Herd] Huiba is not here.”

"[Hed] Can you let him know that you have sworn to me and be protected by me?"

"[Hed's] returned to Badu, and he knew."

"[Hed] He still took your horses, family and relatives?"

"[Hed] went back to Badu, and he still took my horses, family and relatives."

Winters turned to look at Pierre: "The old man's whole family was taken away by a tribe as a slave. I'll give you the task of rescuing his family. Is there any problem?"

Pierre did not agree at once, but thought about it first and asked: "Was the Hud who captured his family inside the outer new reclamation land or outside the outer new reclamation land?"

"What he meant was that he was robbed by a tribe outside. You can try to negotiate with the Terdun Department first."

"What if the negotiations are not done?" Pierre asked cautiously.

Winters smiled: "Then I authorize you to change to a more convincing method of negotiation."

Pierre's eyes lit up, but hesitated a little: "I'm worried... someone will slander you and the Hurd tribes to start a war."

"It's early to be officially established in the new land in the foreign land. I don't know how much time it will take to do this. However, as long as the National Assembly does not formally pass a resolution in one day, no one can point fingers at the new land in the foreign land in the whole day." Winters changed his tone, "Besides, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Just let it go."

Pierre pondered for a moment, and focused his attention: "I understand, please leave it to me."

Winters' mouth curled up involuntarily, and he stood up and looked around the inside of the tent that had been peeping at him and Pierre's conversation, and said loudly in the accent of the South Bank as accurately as possible:

"[Hed] When you swear allegiance to your death, I may promise to protect you. Today, the elderly under the tent are harmed for no reason, so I promise you that, even if you chase to the end of the river and the peaks of the mountains, I will bring your family back, so that everyone can know, and that my words will do what you say."

Then, Winters signaled Pierre to get up, and with Pierre's hand, stood in front of the Wendor's troops, and said aloud:

"[Hed] This is what I hear at night, the eyes I visit during the day, this is what I shoot near arrows, the arrows in the distance, this is my falcon, my horse, my mastiff..."

With Winters praising like a chanting, the eyes of Wenduoer's subordinates in the tent became more and more extraordinary.

"[Herd]... Disobeying him means disobeying me; disrespect means humiliating me; fighting against him means betraying you and others' oath." Winters declared majestically:

"[Hed] I want my mastiff to rule the grassland on my behalf. He will also reunite the injured old man with his relatives."

After saying that, Winters gently pushed Pierre in front of him.

Pierre gritted his teeth, held his head high and accepted the scrutiny of everyone in the tent.

The heartbeat could be heard in the tent, and the air was so heavy that it could not flow.

Pierre's heart was beating wildly and his chest was stuffy, but he tried his best not to show any abnormality.

Suddenly, a tall and thin gangster with a torn robe stood up "swish" - Pierre recognized the other person's figure, the middle-aged escaped slave who was limping.

After the middle-aged escaped slave stood up, his two nephews hurriedly stood up.

Then all the Wenduoer members in the tent stood up in a panic.

Everyone was unkempt and in concert to salute the agent of Badu.

Pierre's eyes were a little wet - of course not because of touch, but because of excitement and some inexplicable emotions. But no matter what, he really wanted to cry a little.

He also followed the etiquette on the wasteland, touched his heart and returned the favor to his subordinates.

Outside the tent, Bell breathed a long sigh.

"Pierre's appointment has finally come to the ground safely," the little hunter thought, "It's finally time to drink the spirits."

Next, as long as everyone is unconscious, even if the "feast" is completed, Bell's mission will be completed.

"It's really not easy." The little hunter wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself.

He made a gesture, and the waiters who had been waiting for a long time walked into the palace tent with their skins filled with strong wine.

...

The Hudds attend "the banquet" and it is only polite to be drunk.

Because wine is a very precious thing, not drinking it all is a contempt for the owner.

But Winters has always hated the feeling of losing control, so he just drank a little symbolically and then left the seat.

However, he still left the little hunter in the palace tent to maintain order - mainly to prevent some people who were drunk from having any disagreement and slashing the case.

The so-called "remediation" of "remediation of banquets" not only refers to providing meals, but also means "remediation of public security".

Because Pierre failed to return to the old camp in time and missed the opportunity to "remediate the banquet", he was lucky in disguise and was able to escape from the banquet.

Winters retreated behind the curtain and left the palace tent through the small door.

As soon as he left the palace tent, he immediately ordered Pierre behind him: "Go and bring that thin old man here, I have something to ask him."

Although the old people who came to petition were all quite thin, Pierre still didn't even need to ask questions, and he understood which "slim old man" was talking about by the Blood Wolf.

"I'll go now." Pierre raised his hand and saluted: "Where do you want me to take him?"

"Take it to my tent..." Winters glanced at a guard who followed him out of the palace tent and changed his mouth: "No, take it to the tent, and I'll see him later."

To his disappointment, a certain guard did not respond.

Watching Pierre's back disappear behind the wall of the palace tent, Winters turned and walked towards the tent behind the camp.

The first thing he did when he entered the tent was to untie a wide belt that was as tight as a woman's waist.

If it weren't for this help, Winters might not have been able to sit on the camp bed as short as a small stool and sit for several hours without moving.

With the belt off Winters, he moved his muscles and bones in pain and pleasure, and the joints of his body were "crackling".

The guards guarding his right side of the banquet also walked into the tent.

Coincidentally, the first thing the guard did when he walked into the tent was to take off his helmet, take off his armor, and shake off the heavy burden on his body. After all, Winters sat all the way, while the guard was standing all the time.

Winters' heart moved, tiptoed to the guard, seized the rare opportunity, and kicked the guard in the butt.

The guard was kicked and staggered several steps, but he didn't fall. He turned his head, pulled off his helmet, revealing Father Kaman's face.

Father Kaman clenched his fists, his saintly face was twisted by his anger, and he didn't even realize he had sweared: "Bastard! What are you doing?"

The Blood Wolf, who was about to be beaten up, grabbed the last chance to poke his eyes before roaring, and shouted and turned back: "You have the nerve to ask me what I'm doing?! I want to ask what you're doing?!"

Winters, who was the leader of the guest, asked angrily: "The hands of the Reform Commission have reached the Heard wasteland?!!"

"Ah?" Father Kaman was stunned. In shock, he no longer cared about pursuing someone to take revenge on his own, and asked repeatedly: "What did you say? What do you mean?"

"What does it mean?" Winters kept his angry appearance and looked at Father Kaman's reaction:

"What else can it mean? Of course it's that old man! Humph, I don't even use my nose, I can smell the strange smell of that old man with my knees! What a bullshit 'wandering group', I think it's a sect! You reform the cultivator, and you stretched your hand to the narrow mountains and narrow areas without anyone noticing! It stretched to the Hurd wasteland! It stretched behind us, and our butts came up?! What do you want to do?"

Father Kaman was beaten to the point of being speechless by hail-like questioning. He tried hard to digest Winters' words, and at the same time, he formally stated: "I will tell you again, and the last one to say to you - I! No! Member of the Reform Commission!"

"Yeah~Yes~" Winters sneered and curled his lips: "After all, the Reform Commission has been 'extremely punished'."

As soon as he saw someone's expression of disbelief, Father Kaman's anger blew up, and his pair of iron gloves were creaking, but the priest finally put the matter first.

"Tell me carefully." Kaman gritted his teeth and asked: "What 'old man'? Which 'old man'?"

Winters found that Carman's reaction did not look like he knew the inside story, nor did he seem to be pretending to be fake, but he could not lose his momentum, otherwise he might be in danger of his life, so he was in a tone of anger: "Which old man can it be? That thin old man?"

Kaman was furious: "Which old men Hurd is not thin?"

"Don't ask me, just go and check it out yourself-I asked Pierre to take that weird old man to the sidelines." Winters pretended to look at Father Kaman for a moment, and asked in a suspicious tone: "Don't you really know?"

Kaman, who was on the verge of losing control, punched the wall of the tent, and made a hole in the felt cloth, and he was also staggered.

He found his balance in a mess and said angrily: "Of course I don't know! How many times have I told you? I am not a member of the Reform Commission! The Reform Commission is gone! It no longer exists! It has long since disappeared! Do you understand?!"

Winters faced the storm calmly and waited until Kaman was exhausted before he could smack his lips leisurely: "I understand, I understand - why are you so impatient?"

He smiled and patted Father Kaman on the shoulder with a sincere look: "I believe in you."

Kaman almost choked to death by a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

"But, after all, there are so many misunderstandings between us, isn't it because you never explain to me clearly what your relationship is with the Reform and Reform Society?" Winters added.

Kaman no longer had the strength to argue or beat people anymore. He took out the holy emblem from his clothes, pressed it on his forehead, and chanted the scriptures in a low voice.

"But that old man must have a problem, whether you know or not." Seeing that the time was almost done and the revenge was almost done, Winters put away his smile and said seriously: "So I think you'd better go talk to him first-before I talk to him."

"Okay." Kaman nodded weakly: "I'll go."

That being said, Father Kaman did not move immediately, but continued to recite his unfinished prayer.

Winters waited for a while, and saw that Carman was still chanting scriptures on the spot, and then he plucked up his courage and kicked: "Why don't you go quickly?"
Chapter completed!