Fendi Collar, inside the Baron's Manor.

The rooms in the second half, which can only be accessed with the permission of Baron de Fendi, are not only heavily guarded at this time, but also staggered back and forth by groups of patrols, and will not let go of any place that can be spared; In one of the rooms, Baron de Fendi was sitting in a chair, listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Lord Baron, that old Ander and a few barbarians have returned to the town of Tyre, and after that, Dean and his two subordinates have headed in the direction of the snowy forest!"

This subordinate reported meticulously, but there was no vitality in his words, and he was very dull.

"Good!"

Baron de Fendi said this, and then, standing up, walked straight to the table beside him, on which a small palm barrel was resting, and he twisted the valve slightly, and a slightly fishy, bright red juice flowed from it.

Baron de Fendi didn't take the cup, but just held the palm barrel and let all the juice flow into his mouth.

Knock, knock.

It lasted for two minutes, and when the palm barrels were empty, the baron wiped his mouth as if satisfied, and then he walked straight to the side room.

Several unconscious people were lying there.

There were men and women, and several children, but in no case, they all had a thin rubber tube stuck in their chests, and the other end of the rubber tube came together to form a confluence, and together they entered the pool in the center of the room, a white oval pool, and a red liquid was accumulated.

And not exactly blood. Dozens of herbs are added. Let it be completely out of the realm of blood.

Baron de Fendi. Striding in, he opened the lid of the palm barrel and submerged it straight into it.

Goo-doo, goo-doo......

The red liquid descended with such a sound at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally a third of the amount was loaded into the palm barrel, and Baron de Fendi looked at the remaining storage with satisfaction, took out the rubber tube that had been prepared a long time ago, and sank it into the pool. The other end is accompanied by a stone box that looks like a coffin.

"Dean. Ken, Walitt. Tyre, Vauban ......"

Baron de Fendi muttered to himself, name by name, as if with endless hatred.

Soon, however, the baron was back to his senses, and he returned to the room where he had appeared first, facing his subordinates in front of him. "Go to Vauban City." Help me invite Bishop De Hall! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The slightly sluggish subordinate bowed and replied.

"De Hoer...... That's all you can do! ”

Look at the back of the departing subordinates. Delfendi sneered twice, and then, holding the palm barrel, drank again, as if drunk, red appeared on Baron de Fendi's face, and with it, there was a strong furious aura, which made the hibernating little animals around them suddenly wake up and let out a burst of frightened screams.

The guards around the Defendi were unconscious.

Standing there quietly, like a puppet.

……

"Welcome, my brother!"

Bu Gong was as bold as ever, standing at the door of the stockade, looking at Dean walking over, it was a bear hug, and the palm of his hand slapped Dean's back hard, crackling.

"Boom, something happened...... Can you go to your tent and talk? ”

Dean returned the salute in the same way and said with a slightly wry smile.

"What? Come this way! ”

Startled, he immediately led Dean to his tent.

Entering the tent, Dean told the story of the incident, and finally apologized sincerely: "Bu Gong, I'm really sorry this time!" ”

"My brother, it's not your fault, it's the fault of the hateful bandits! I'm going to tear them to pieces! ”

Bu Gong said viciously, and on his already dark skin, patterns that seemed to be tattoos began to appear - this is a barbarian tattoo with different patterns according to his own beast soul when he came of age and obtained the 'beast soul' ceremony, and the barbarians with such patterns are called warriors.

It's like a tattoo of a 'bear' on the body.

It belongs to one of the most worshipped totems among the barbarian tribes.

"That's what I'm really sorry about about the robbers...... The purpose of those robbers must have been for me - the caravan had just been swept away! ”

Dean looked at the hammer and paused slightly before continuing.

"Who are those robbers, you know?"

Bu Gong asked.

"Well, it can be locked in roughly!"

Dean nodded.

"Then what are you hesitating about, let's go kill them and avenge our dead and wounded brothers!"

Bu Gong waved his fist and said directly.

"That's why I'm here - I'm just guessing, and I don't have absolute evidence, that guy's identity is very sensitive, and if we make a rash move, we will only fall into each other's trap, and after that, there will probably be a war between Vauban and the barbarian tribes...... I don't want war between us! ”

A deep sense of guilt crossed Dean's face.

"Then are we going to do nothing?"

Bu Gong gasped angrily, and his nostrils swelled.

"So, I'm here, I hope you can give me some time, and I'll give you a satisfactory explanation!"

Dean looked at the cloth and said word by word.

Looking at Dean and Dean, the two sides were at a stalemate for several minutes, looking at Dean with a solemn face but ashamed, Bu Gong's anger began to disappear, and the tattoo patterns on his body gradually disappeared, and then, he scratched his head and said: "You are my brother, I believe in you, but I can't do this thing - I can only manage a qiē that belongs to Bu Gong, and I can't manage anything other than Bu Gong!" ”

"Where did those barbarians come from? I want to meet their leaders and explain to them in person! ”

The loosening of the blow made Dean ask.

"It's a branch of Chiccota...... But. You don't expect Tackery to help you. She is a member of the Chiktor clan. It's not this branch, although the relationship is good, but it is not at all to the extent that you think - of course, there is nothing I can do, I can only rely on yourself! ”

Cloth was apologetic.

"Can you introduce me then?"

Dean asked.

"Of course it's fine!"

The wedge nodded immediately.

"That's a great favor for me!"

Dean smiled and thanked him.

After finalizing the barbarian tribe that would go to this branch of the Chektor overnight, Bu Gong immediately went to prepare - as the patriarch of Bu Gong, his departure naturally needed some arrangements.

And in the wedge arrangement. While Dean and his party were waiting, the face of the 'White Rose', who had been following Dean's side, showed a thoughtful look.

"Dean, are all barbarians so easy to get along with?"

After a moment, White Rose stopped thinking and asked Dean who seemed to know the barbarians well.

"Barbarians are not very easy to get along with, because their traditions and concepts are different from ours, but they are not as exaggerated as the rumors - seeing is believing!"

Dean thought about it for a moment before answering more objectively.

After all, he was at the beginning. When I first saw the barbarians, I was quite skeptical.

Get along slowly afterwards. Only then did I gradually understand the true side of these barbarians.

Therefore, Dean understands the doubts of the Grand Duke Sword Master very well.

"Are you sure you can convince the other tribe?"

The Grand Duke's swordsman nodded, and then looked at Dean.

"With the introduction of the cloth gong, I am partially sure!"

Dean replied.

The Grand Duke's swordsmanship, frowned, and finally said nothing—by this time, as Dean had said, there was still a little hope if it was done, and if it was not done, there was no hope at all.

Moreover, Dean is at least partially sure.

This is finally the best of all the bad news, good news!

The Grand Duke's swordsman thought with a comforting nature in his heart.

"Branch ...... of the Chektor Tribe"

And Dean, who was sitting there, recalled that there was information about this branch of the Chektor tribe; However, there are so many answers that Dean can't figure out which one it is.

For Chektor, a tribe that can be regarded as a large tribe among the barbarians, a part of it will branch out every year.

Some young people are unwilling to be subservient, while others are simply thinking about their livelihood.

It's like the cloth shovel where Dean is, and in all seriousness, it is also separated from Checta.

However, it is different from places such as jadeite.

In jadeite and other places, even if it is separated from a big family, it can be called a branch of this big family, and it will still be dominated by this big family and serve it.

But here the barbarians are different.

Once detached.

Then, it is independence in the true sense.

Whatever happens to you, the original barbarian tribe will not pay attention to you, and similarly, what happens to the original barbarian tribe does not need you to pay attention.

It's a very liberating situation.

However, while gaining freedom, it can also become difficult to move forward - some small tribes will have a hard time surviving the winter, and even after a winter, the whole tribe will disappear into the snow.

Of course, the Chiktor branch that Dean is going to is not such a small tribe.

Even, seriously, according to the way the barbarians are counted, this tribe has broken away from the small-

"The Zita tribe was separated the year before last, and the original population was less than 100, but in more than a year, their current population is 500 people...... Most of them were taken in the tribes who couldn't survive last winter, but it also made it difficult for them to move forward! That's why they're trading with the outside - Dean, be careful, those two guys aren't very good-tempered! ”

Bu Gong told Dean in detail about the Zita tribe.

PS First Update~

I came back too late yesterday, and I woke up in the afternoon...... (To be continued......)