After leaving the tent, Winters led Pierre straight to the stable, prepared two inconspicuous horses, and temporarily changed clothes with the stable manager.

Then, he took Pierre and quietly left the Muzhai of the old camp of Wenduoer's army from the back door.

As soon as he left his subordinates' sight, Winters' actions became bolder. He walked openly between the felt tents around the old camp, listening to the sound of pianos everywhere, and enjoying the dances beside the campfire.

The felt tent group was like a maze, from time to time, someone came out of the blind spots of his vision, so Winters carefully controlled the horse to let the horse walk slowly.

Pierre followed Winters, only half a horse was missing.

"Are you a little annoyed?" Winters, who was walking in front, asked without looking back.

"What? Your Excellency?" It was too noisy around, and Pierre couldn't hear it clearly.

Winters simply pulled the reins and let the horse stop and stood shoulder to shoulder with Pierre.

"Are you a little annoyed? When I was receiving the officials at the banquet just now," Winters asked with a smile.

"There's a little bit," Pierre answered honestly, "it's all trivial matters, and it's a waste of your time. It's enough for you to assign someone to deal with it."

"It's true," Winters laughed, "so you'll leave these things to you in the future."

He changed his subject again: "But I want to correct you a little bit. There are no trivial matters in the Great Wilderness. Not to mention a horse, or an arrow dispute, it also concerns life and death."

"Please make it clear." Pierre lowered his head humbly to allow the conversation to continue.

Just as Winters was in high spirits, he rode his horse whip and pointed at the felt tent around him, saying to Pierre:

"Many Palathus think that the Huds are 'barbarians' from the bottom of their hearts, and think that it is ridiculous to talk about the law with a group of barbarians who are fighting around.

"However, in fact, the 'barbarians' need more justice than the 'civilized people'. Because if there is no higher authority to resolve disputes for them, they can only resolve disputes by themselves. And when they resolve disputes by themselves, more disputes will arise."

Pierre nodded frequently inertia.

"Take the dispute about the foal," Winters saw that Pierre didn't fully understand, so he patiently explained, "If no one ruled the dispute for them, guess how would this end?"

Pierre didn't have to think about it and knew: "It will bleed."

Winters nodded slightly: "Yes, bloodshed. If the dispute occurs between two families or tribes that already have enemies, blood will even flow into a river.

“Whether in the ‘barbaric world’ or ‘civilized country’, if people tell no way, they will solve the problem through other ways. And in the Great Wilderness, the ‘other way’ is to speak with a bow and arrow, and it is to bleed.”

"Like no animals like to be injured, no one likes to bleed," Winters said, "even if it's a barbarian in the eyes of some."

Pierre understood the Blood Wolf's reminder. This time, he nodded inertially, but slowly nodded.

Winters doesn't like others to make repeated attempts to him, and hates to tell others all the time. Seeing that Pierre had heard it, he didn't talk much, and mentioned another thing that the two witnessed with their own eyes.

"The White Lion gave Chihe tribe a set of laws engraved on the golden stele. This was a remarkable progress. From then on, the law was the authority of the White Lion. He only needed - as you said - to appoint an archer to judge cases according to his law, and to meet the needs of the Chihe tribe's members for justice."

Winters laughed at himself: "It's not like me, I have to take action myself, otherwise I can't convince the Hurds who surrendered to us."

Pierre tried to give advice: "You can also give Wenduoer a law, and I will defend its authority in the new land outside."

"No, we can't give the new land a set of laws, no." Winters's mouth outlined a smile mixed with helplessness and mocking: "Guess why?"

This really stopped Pierre, but fortunately Winters didn't think about Capopierre at first.

He asked and answered, "Because we already have a set of laws!"

"Is it the law of the new land or the law of Paratu..." Pierre asked tentatively.

"No, the law of Paratus is only the above-ground part of the building. I am talking about rammed earth, the foundation of stone, and..." Winters paused for a moment and spit out a word, "The Charter of the Union."

“What’s wrong with the Alliance Charter?”

"The Alliance Charter is not that bad, the Alliance Charter is good, the problem is that it is too good," Winters sighed. "It's so good that we can't implement it in the current outer new land."

Pierre frowned slightly.

The two had already walked out of the felt tent, but Winters did not rush to let the horse run, but continued to walk slowly in order to explain to Pierre:

“In the past, the Palatus could have taken the Huds without any scruples and sold them as slaves, because the Huds were neither alliance citizens nor pagans.

“But if we formally accept the new land of the outer land as part of Paratu, then slave hunting is an unacceptable crime.

"Not only that, those little leaders who have joined us, who have kept slaves, are also trampling on the Charter."

Winters whistled: "Think about it, what would happen if I returned to the palace tent now and announced in public that all the slaves of the Wenduoer tribe immediately obtained the identity of a white man?"

Pierre thought for a while and replied calmly: "They dare not disobey you, so they pretend to obey. But once they leave your sight, the little leaders will immediately become rebellious."

Winters pointed Pierre's forehead with a horse whip and concluded: "So we cannot give a suitable law to the new land, because it would violate the basic principles of the Alliance Charter; we cannot implement the Alliance Charter in the new land, because the charter does not fit the actual situation of the new land."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! After saying that, Winters smiled and joked: "What's more, we have not fulfilled our promises of the Alliance Charter, so what qualifications do we have to talk big to the Hurds?"

The topic was obviously serious, but Winters' tone was relaxed and humorous, as if he was talking about an interesting story about his neighbor's house.

However, it is precisely because of the open-minded and cheerful attitude of Blood Wolf that although Pierre has some understanding of the irreconcilability of the contradiction, for some reason, he is still full of confidence in solving the problem.

Therefore, Pierre asked boldly: "So you will collect 'hostages' from the Heds in the new land outside? To ensure their loyalty?"

"Hostage?" Winters raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he quickly figured out what Pierre was saying, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you talking about 'Drew Flower'? 'Drew Flower' is not a hostage, but a vassal, servant, personal soldiers, and slaves... Dabai and Xiaobai are 'Drew Flower'. Do you think they are hostages?"

After arriving at the outer new reclamation land, Pierre attacked Bell for advice on Hurd's folk customs.

However, at this moment, Mr. Mitchell's brain, stuffed with various Hedian words, was once again disturbed by 'Hestas'.

"Your Excellency, aren't Dabai and Xiaobai' "Heha'?" Pierre tried not to show his confusion on his face, "If they are 'Drew'...what is 'Heha'?"

Winters was speechless for a moment, and he fell into the vicious circle that Bell had fallen into - words that could accurately compare Heder's vocabulary in Empire.

But Blood Wolf was even better than his puppies after all, and Winters thought of a wonderful metaphor.

"Do you know Houdel?" Winters first asked a name that was completely untold.

Pierre was stunned for a moment, "That 'monkey' who is lucky to be your personal guard?"

"Yes, it's him." Winters smiled and patted Pierre's shoulder with a whip: "You are my 'Ha', and Houdell is 'Drew'. Do you understand the subtle difference between the two?"

Pierre didn't understand it at all, but he felt enlightened. He still couldn't explain "Hehaer" and "Drewhua" in rational language, but he completely understood the emotional differences between these two words.

"Also, it's not that I ask them for it, but that they give it to me." Winters continued, "The eight or nine-year-old Hurd's children are already herding sheep. The fourteen and five-year-old Hurd's boy can already be used as an adult. Those who can work are extremely valuable property for every family in the wasteland."

Winters glanced at Pierre meaningfully: "Don't say it's the Herdsmen of Hed, even for the farmers of Paratu, labor is also a precious property. Therefore, it is not me who gives gifts, but them. It is not them who want to be grateful for, but me."

"Sorry, I was wrong." Pierre didn't dare to meet the Blood Wolf's sight.

"What's right or wrong?" Winters smiled and instructed Pierre: "Whether a hostage or a personal soldier depends only on how you view it.

"Besides, many times, hostages and personal soldiers are the front and back of a pair of breastplate.

"Those little leaders who surrendered to us probably thought that only by handing over hostages could they be safe, so they rush to 'tribute' Drew'."

Winters said earnestly to Pierre: "But they hand over their children as hostages, but we cannot treat their children as hostages, do you understand?"

"I understand." Pierre nodded vigorously.

"I plan to bring these children to Xinken land, but the time is not yet ripe - so let's teach them in the old camp for the time being."

Pierre felt an unknown premonition in his mind.

On the other hand, Winters' smile grew stronger and stronger: "I will send you a teacher, but before I find the right teacher candidate... you have to take on the heavy responsibility of educating them."

Pierre's worst vision came true.

"It's your turn to experience my hard work back then." Winters patted Pierre on the shoulder with a horse whip.

"I...I don't understand Hedge, sir..." Pierre's mouth was dry, "Bell...yes! Bell is more suitable..."

"Of course Bell will help you," Winters said, "but if something goes wrong, I will only look for you-I can entrust them to you."

Before Pierre could react, Winters clamped his knees, stabbed his horse's ribs, and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Pierre stood there stupidly for a while, and chased after him with laughter and tears.

Two people rushed along the "road" pressed out by the wheels.

Winters ran with clear purpose; Pierre followed behind, ignorantly.

The two of them rode northeast until sunset, climbed a hill, and a lake appeared in front of them.

The afterglow of the setting sun turns into golden threads, weaving fine stitches on the water surface.

Flocks of geese fly on the lake, gathering and dispersing, like dancing a dance that never ends.

As the sun sets, lights have already lit up on the other side of the lake.

A lighthouse stands alone among the looming lights, calling on the fishing boats leaving the port to return.

As soon as Pierre saw the lighthouse, he immediately reacted: "The opposite is the harbor of shovel?!"

He looked around the open lake: "Is this Shuozi Lake?!"

"Yes, there is Shuozi Harbor opposite." Winters pointed to the lake shore at the foot of the mountain with a horse whip, deliberately trying to find Pierre, and asked with a smile: "So, where is this?"

Pierre couldn't answer.

As we all know, the west coast of Zhaozi Port is a "no man's land", so where is there any place name?

Winters changed his question: "What did you see?"

"I saw nothing, sir." Pierre answered truthfully.

"Then I'll tell you what I saw."
To be continued...