Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The banquet in the Great Wasteland is very simple - to be more precise, the banquet in the Wenduoer tribe is very simple.

Because the leaders of the Hed tribes sometimes made a lot of red tape just like their distant relatives in order to show their power.

The banquets in the Wen Duo'er Department are more primitive: eat when the meat is served, drink when the wine is served, add more when it is not enough, and stop when you are full.

However, from the perspective of food content, the banquets of the Wenduoer tribe, like other aspects of this community, are inevitably affected by its leaders:

In addition to traditional kumiss, the alcoholic beverages also include light beer;

In addition to cattle, sheep, geese, and rabbits, meat also includes chickens, ducks, donkeys, and pigs;

In addition to wild fungi and berries, the side dishes also include vegetables and fruits produced in the farmland;

In addition to salt and sauce, the condiments also use Venetta’s fish sauce and expensive spices from the Far East;

On Wen Duo'er's dining table, there was also a plate of sweet pastry made with a lot of honey, butter and sugar.

This is obviously intentional.

Hed herders usually eat some oats and oats to satisfy their hunger, but it is difficult to get wheat without going to neighbors' houses, let alone making such sweet pastry.

So compared to the meat, the pasta plate empties first.

Pierre did not realize this at first, for there was nothing on the table that he could not eat.

But when he saw someone under the tent quietly and carefully picking up the sweet snacks, he realized what the centurion meant when he said, "'Preparing the banquet' is a very important job":

In this cruel and desolate land, what you eat determines who you are, and what you can provide to others proves what you have.

At the same time, careful observation of the way guests eat under the tent can also reveal the differences within Hed society.

Some Hedians put the bones with a lot of meat back on the plate, called the waiters, and brought them out of the palace tent;

Some of the Huds sucked and sucked the bones whose cartilage had been chewed away, but they were still unsatisfied.

Looking at the various banquets in the palace tent, a voice in Pierre's heart became stronger and stronger.

This voice sprouted during his visits to various sub-camps, and became stronger as his understanding of the old and new white-skinned people deepened. Until the feast at this moment, the voice became extremely clear:

There existed in the wilderness a society no less complex than the nation of the settlers;

It is too ignorant and arrogant to roughly describe every individual in this society as "barbarian";

If this society is viewed only as the enemy, then having this knowledge may be enough and may even be beneficial;

But if people outside the wasteland want to rule in the wasteland, having only such a superficial understanding will inevitably lead to bad consequences.

Pierre regretted more and more that he had not thought of learning Hud earlier.

When he thought of this, Pierre lost even more appetite. All he could think about was how to win over the new white-bodied people and subdue the old white-bodied people, so he just chewed and swallowed mechanically, without any room for enjoyment.

Just when Pierre was almost half full, the blood wolf turned his head and asked, "Are you full?"

Pierre, who was pulled back from his own world, immediately put down the food in his hand: "I'm full."

"Are you really full?"

"I'm so full."

Xue Lang smiled, turned around and made a gesture, and the banquet immediately entered the next stage.

The Hed people who were feasting in the tent also keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere - or in other words, the well-fed and drunk Hed people were all waiting for this moment to arrive.

Although the people in the tent still sipped wine from leather jars and continued to gnaw on the uneaten bones, no one was whispering to each other, and no one was making any noise on the plates or plates.

The tent door was opened, and two Hurds walked in one after the other.

As soon as the Hud who came in from the rear stepped into the palace tent, he immediately took a few steps and caught up with the Hud who came in from the front. He stood side by side with each other unwilling to admit defeat, but kept a considerable distance.

The two Huds just came to the blood wolf with their necks stiffened without even looking at each other.

Even though Pierre knew nothing about these two Hurds, he could see that there was some conflict between them.

Sure enough, after the two Huds saluted vigorously like a competition, the Hud who came in later spoke first, mumbling a long string of words at the top of his lungs.

When the Hud who entered later spoke, the expression of the Hud who came forward became more and more angry, so when it was his turn to speak, he used a louder voice and even made an echo in the palace tent.

It's a pity that Pierre couldn't understand what the two Hedians were saying at all, but he saw the centurion listening and nodding seriously.

The two Heds finished speaking angrily, saluted vigorously as if competing again, and then stood under the tent, waiting for the decision.

This was already the first time today that Pierre was annoyed that he didn't understand Khedic.

However, the language barrier problem was immediately solved in an unexpected way.

The blood wolf turned his head and translated for Pierre: "The names of the two white-bodied people here are 'Bai Que' and 'Liu Lin'. The horses of Bai Que's family were lost earlier, and then they were found in 'Liu Lin'." The family’s horses were found…”

The Wendol people in the tent were shocked to see Batu, who was the leader of the people, actually seeking the opinions of the young disciples beside him.

Fortunately, they couldn't understand the language outside the wasteland, otherwise they would have discovered that Batu was not only soliciting the young man's opinion, but was even interpreting for him.

Pierre was equally shocked.

But Pierre was shocked that the case that could be brought before the centurion was actually just a dispute about a horse?

Looking at the sworn faces of the two Huds under the tent, he thought it was a big lawsuit involving at least two lives.

If it weren't for the language barrier, Pierre would have really wanted to grab a Hed man by the collar and yell at them:

"Sitting in front of you is the majestic Lord of Tiefeng County, the 'Khan' of the Waixin Reclamation, one of the leaders of the Fourth Republic of Plato, and the blood of the wolf who shook the wasteland - Winters Mon Tagne, you ran to his feet, sprayed so much, and wasted so much time, just for a horse?"

Only then did Pierre understand what the meaningful smile on the centurion's lips meant when the banquet began.

He suppressed his temper and suggested calmly: "Then let both parties find witnesses and physical evidence to prove who is the owner of the horse?"

"There is no dispute over the ownership of the horse." Xue Lang's expression was very serious, but what he said was not so serious: "The problem is that Bai Que's horses are very capable. When they lived among the horses in Liu Lin, they had nothing to do with the horses in Liu Lin. The horse produced six foals.”

Pierre was stunned.

Xue Lang continued: "Bai Que believes that at least three of the six ponies are his; Liu Lin believes that the six ponies have nothing to do with Bai Que. This is where they can't argue. What do you think?"

Pierre felt a little funny, but seeing the centurion's serious expression, he couldn't help but take it seriously.

After pondering for a moment, Pierre replied seriously: "Then we should first clarify whether the horses of 'White Bird' lost themselves, were stolen or lured away. If it is the latter case, we should investigate 'Liu Lin' "The crime of stealing horses; if it is the former case, the six foals have nothing to do with 'White Bird', because young horses can always be found, and 'Liu Lin' can only have one pregnancy a year." The cost of six foals is much more than that of a white sparrow.”

Pierre saw that the centurion seemed to smile and then turned his head back.

Next, the leader of the Wenduoer tribe asked the two Heds a few questions, and the two Heds answered respectively.

Then, Xue Lang called several names in succession. Whenever a name is called, an older man will stand up in the palace tent and respond in a long or short way, seeming to be expressing his opinion.

Finally, the blood wolf gave his verdict. The Hud people who came in later were ecstatic. Although the Hud people who came in first were unhappy, they had nothing to say.

The waiter brought leather urns to the two of them, and the two Hedians drank glasses of wine in public, saluted Batu again, and then exited the palace tent neatly.

Pierre breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, a second pair of Hurds walked in...

In the next few hours, Pierre's goal of "learning more about Hurd society" was quickly achieved in an unexpected but very effective way.

Pierre can be said to have witnessed with his own eyes the "diversity of contradictions within the Hurd society" - from stealing horses to stealing people, from robbing pastures to robbing wives, there are both trivial economic disputes and criminal crimes with egregious nature and equally severe punishments. case.

Among them, the one that impressed him the most was an accusation of "bridal robbery".

An escaped slave snatched a female slave from a small tribe that later belonged to the Wenduoer tribe and married the slave girl.

Logically speaking, this is not a big deal, similar things happen every day in the wilderness.

Being robbed only shows that the tribe being robbed is incompetent; being able to rob someone single-handedly shows that the tribe is capable.

Which side is more respected is probably self-evident.

The problem is that others are robbing rival tribes, but this escaped slave is robbing "his own family".

In addition, most of the people sitting under the tent at the moment are old white people who have returned with their property, so they naturally prefer the small tribe that was robbed.

Therefore, the robbed female slave begged for mercy for the man with a big belly. There was still a sound of shouting and killing in the palace tent, and she wanted to pierce the heart of the escaped slave with thousands of arrows.

The new white people participating in the banquet were weak and their momentum was completely suppressed by the old white people, and they did not dare to make any sound at all.

The only person who took a clear stand and fearlessly stood on the side of the escaped slaves was Pierre.

In order to be able to speak to everyone in the tent, Pierre even specifically asked the centurion to let Bell translate for him.

In the end, in this huge debate with one against a hundred, Pierre found the loophole in the accusation - when the escaped slaves robbed people, the robbed tribe was on the way to surrender and had not yet sworn allegiance - and won a great victory. Way over.

The escaped slave named "Needle Arrow" who saved a life had tears in his eyes, and he kowtowed three times to "Batu's arrows shot near and far", and he just knocked his forehead on the thick felt. There were traces of blood, and then he helped his wife out of the palace tent.

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