The interpreter hesitated, and he realized that I was going to leave by boat, but he was afraid that I would take the rotten boy with him. After all, judging from their reactions after I hijacked this rotten footboy, anyone can infer that this person's status is not ordinary.

Actually, I didn't mean that, I don't want to smell the smell of this rotten foot! Even if he were a barbarian and honorable prince, it meant nothing to a man who had nothing like me.

"If you give us a boat and enough food, I promise I'll let this bastard go!"

To reassure the apprehensive interpreter, I assured him that no one, not even myself, knew how much credibility was in such an oath. But in the face of mutual distrust, who chooses to trust whom has become the final struggle of each other.

The rotten boy's neck was still flowing with dark red blood, and the psychological pressure forced the arrogant young man to turn pale. Trembling incessantly in my hands, the translator, with his lips closed, watched as the two weeping girls applied the last of the pills to Andrew's back.

Andrew tried to move a few times, and slowly moved the wooden platform with his hands on his hands.

"Huh!"

Andrew moved to the side of the wooden platform, and as the center of gravity moved, the wooden platform finally could not support Andrew's weight, and the wooden pillar broke, causing Andrew to lose his center of gravity and fall to the ground without even snorting. I quickly reached out to him with the end of the wooden handle of the riding spear, and Andrew understood what I meant, he reached out and grabbed the end of the riding spear, and with the combined force of both sides, I helped Andrew to his feet again.

"Whew! Well, Roman, as long as you don't hurt him, we will meet all your requirements as long as we can. ”

Just as I had finally thought, the fearful interpreter flinched, and he let out a long sigh and beckoned behind him for the civilians who were in his way to stand back. The interpreter turned back and motioned for us to follow, and as a series of footsteps receded, a dirt road that had been trodden out appeared in front of several of us.

"They compromised, Andrew!"

I really breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, supporting Andrew with the end of my short rifle, and the two of us were hijacking the rotten foot boy and going all the way down the rough dirt road, and as I passed the crowd on both sides, I couldn't help but clench the riding gun, and my left hand grabbed the rotten foot's throat, and as soon as one of the people on both sides of the crowd pounced, I immediately broke the rotten foot's throat and killed him.

After all, they are quite simple, and they don't have any crooked thoughts to speak of, because they are afraid that I will hurt or kill this poor rotten footboy. Everyone watched as the three of us passed in front of them, and even looked at us like a plague and ducked back and dodged.

Walking past them, I picked up a large piece of sheepskin from the footstand in front of a small tent and draped it over Andrew's back. After the translator, a dozen steps forward, the sound of the flowing water grew louder and louder, pushing away the last bush that was obscuring in front of him. I saw the Rhine flowing quietly, still flowing slowly and undisturbedly.

By the river, a small boat was docked, and in front of the boat were two wet shields.

"This ship is yours now."

The translator's tone looked very frustrated, but he said, "Okay, now that we've made good on our promise, please give this person back to us." ”

The shield was familiar to me, and I knew it was Andrew's and Andrew's when I saw the greaw on it, so that's where they rescued us both from the shore. With the boat, there was no need for the two shields, so I helped Andrew onto the boat and handed him the riding gun.

Looking back, the bushes behind us were pushed away, and the barbarians had been following us all along.

I turned, and my left hand, which was stuck in the throat of the rotten footboy, let go, and I pushed his right hand in his back. Violently forced, he didn't have time to scream before he threw himself into their crowd.

"Oh, I forgot to give you something in return."

I told them that with Andrew's help I took off my chain mail, which would not protect me, but rather that such a delicate armor would make it difficult for me to hide my identity. Forget it, these burdens will be given to them as gifts!

A complete set of chain mail, and a centurion's helmet, must have been extremely rare and even unimaginable for these barbarians who made clothes in sheepskins.

The chain mail and centurion helmet were at their feet, and no one picked them up. I then bent down and took out one of the oars from the boat, and the mud against the shore caused the boat to leave the shore and drift slowly into the Rhine.

The two of us looked at each other for the last time with the group on the shore, as if they had fallen into the water with the Roman soldiers, and many of us chased them to the shore and looked in the direction in which we were going, and they chased along the shore for dozens of paces, until they realized that it was impossible to catch up again, and they watched the boat drift away until they could no longer see each other.

The old noise is gone, and I wonder what they will think of me at this time, is it hatred, or contentment?

"I think they're good people, Luga."

Andrew, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and he sat in the boat, his lips pale, and his whole body collapsed on the plank like a lump of mud. Look at me, and then look at the group of people who are gone.

"I know!"

As I spoke, I stopped paddling the oars in my hand, wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, and sat down across from Andrew. He asked, "Why, am I doing something wrong?" ”

It's a tricky question, and I admit that if it were me who answered, I might have been silent and didn't know how to answer.

Andrew also bowed his head, and I asked him, which is not something to be proud of.

I said that I was dead, and what remained was a long silence.

Well, in the midst of this cold war, I began to count what was left on hand.

"A lance, a bucket of fish, and two pieces of meat. What else can this stuff do? ”

Looking at this shabby scene, I began to regret that I was in a hurry to get on the boat and forgot to ask them for enough food, what should I do now? Catch fish in a bucket? Damn, it's better to take a spear and spearfish.

He took the short rifle from Andrew's hand and wiped the iron tip of the spear, it was the last weapon we both let go.