The slightly civilized savage puffed up his chest involuntarily, and he saw that I was now in an embarrassing situation, and that it was time to turn to him for help.

Look at his spirited appearance, like the Gallic rooster with his head held high, I did not say anything, and waited for him silently to see what kind of conditions this guy was going to have.

Presumably, his status is not so high, although he is now proud of me, but to the old witch in front of him, he immediately showed a respectful attitude. Presumably a high and low opinion, he leaned down and whispered a few words beside the old witch.

The old witch didn't even open her eyes, and she even raised her chin slightly, enjoying the thrill of victory without showing the slightest joy. The group of grandsons sitting next to her seemed to be fine, closing their eyes as if they were asleep.

After a long time, the old witch moved, and she raised her chin and muttered a long list of things in her mouth, the fake "civilized" lad (I really don't know what to call this fellow, call him a barbarian, his hairstyle is not so barbaric, and he knows Latin.) Let's say that he is a civilized man, and he is a member of the barbarians, except for his hairstyle) just listened quietly, and his expression looked very serious.

"Our honorable priest said," said the "false civilized" lad, who had puffed up his chest, almost as if he were pointing his nose at me, and now they had the upper hand.

"You have angered our gods now, and if you dissolve it, it is not impossible, you must atone for the lives of your companions."

"Atonement?"

I thought that the atonement was just the patent of the high Christianity, but I never expected that this native shaman would have such a thing as atonement.

"Yes, that's the term used by heretics who imitate your beliefs, that is, in order to be forgiven by the gods, you have to pay the price!"

The price, though I said that I was silent on the surface, but in my heart I had already leaned back with laughter, and had been forgiven by the gods, and had not said anything to please this damned arrogant witch.

I gently placed the uncovered chain mail on Andrew's back, and I didn't forget to apply a layer of herbs to his back so that he wouldn't be hurt again. Andrew was just gasping for air, but there was no other sound, presumably without any pain.

I took a deep breath and said to myself: let me see what kind of good these damn guys want, as long as they don't eat me, I really can't think of any humiliating way for them, but I think I can still bear it! As long as it doesn't involve the issue of sentimentality.

I came to them, the "false civilized" boy, and the barbarians behind the witch, including the five maidens who had just sewed their furs, all staring at me intently.

"Say it!"

I spread my hands, and felt a sense of relief in my heart, to the witch and to everyone.

"Whoa, whoa, quack!"

The old witch hadn't spoken yet, but the "girl killer" with my riding spear had spoken first. I couldn't understand the strange language, so I turned my attention to the "fake civilization" kid.

"Uh-huh, our god of war (god of war, damn me, just this thief?) Having said that, if you are asking the gods for forgiveness, you must kneel down and make a gesture of submission! ”

A gesture of submission?

This thing is incomprehensible to me, I must have seen my puzzled eyes, and the "fake civilization" kid immediately demonstrated to me.

It turns out that the submission they are talking about is not like kneeling down and kowtowing to the old witch like we do in Eastern civilization. Rather, the whole person is stretched out on all fours and lying face down on the ground, which in the culture of the barbarians is a humiliating surrender and a show of weakness, which is despised by their serious so-called warriors.

This was originally in the tradition of the barbarians of the provinces of Gaul in the time of Caesar, and they also appealed to Julius. Gaius. Caesar made such a move and surrendered. Hundreds of years later, the original barbarians were assimilated into the "civilized people" of the Romans, and those who refused to assimilate had to retreat to the barren land north of the Rhine, which the Romans regarded as the edge of the world, and they still had the intention of getting involved with the Romans.

These barbarians are obviously haunted by such a despicable history, and they want to give me a dismount, so that the Romans will bow their heads and beg for mercy in front of them, and let out the evil breath that was humiliated hundreds of years ago! But for me, for Andrew's sake, it wasn't a big deal, and I easily followed the "fake civilized" kid's approach and lay on the ground with my limbs outstretched.

For face down, the earth obscured me from all view, but my ears heard the slight commotion of the barbarians, and their vanity must have been greatly satisfied.

"Hamm cries a lot, Pisa has no Turudem!"

I heard the thief "Girl Killer", followed by a series of slow footsteps in front of me.

"Huh!"

I suddenly felt a weight on my helmet, and it was the foot of this damn fucker!

This bastard actually stepped on top of my head, and I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, and at this moment I wanted to have the idea of slaughtering them all. But Andrew was still lying there, and if I didn't please them, they wouldn't have saved Andrew, and Andrew would have died.

Thinking of this, my clenched fists also stretched out at this time, and I kept telling myself in my heart: Hold back! Endure! Endure!

"Hey! Phew~"

I heard the bastard whistling overhead, and I heard footsteps again, and the footsteps came to him, and I heard him whisper. I heard the voice of the "fake civilized" kid again.

"Well, our god of war said it." The "fake civilized" kid cleared his throat, as if it was hard to say this, only to hear him continue: "He thinks your actions are not pious enough!" You also dress like a Roman officer, so it must be fun to humiliate a Roman officer! ”

"So, what else do you want to do?"

I gritted my teeth, yes, again and I felt that I couldn't control the urge to kill more and more! But Andrew is still on the verge of death, okay, since that's the case, I'll bear it.

I only heard that they started talking to each other again, and they must have been thinking about how to torture me.