People have noticed how powerful words are to human beings as early as the classical era before the Gulaman Empire.
The ancient civilization of Morbigas named after the Inland Sea, the fragments left over from this ancient country that was legendaryally destroyed by angels, have recorded: "All citizens of Morbigas need to learn the art of debating from the age of ten." "They should be able to debate with anyone anytime, anywhere on any present, past, or future matters." - In the eyes of the arrogant Lamanites who rose up in the later period, being able to speak eloquently is also a praiseworthy thing. of good quality.
The language spoken by wizards and magicians is magical, and this magic can actually change reality and physical phenomena. But conventional language without magic also has power, and this power is probably more powerful than any magic.
It is not uncommon for a passionate speech to mobilize the affairs of the nation. Reading through history, the documents left by Lamani historians and philosophers who used pens as swords were so destructive and inflammatory that several presidents The emperor ordered the burning of books and the massacre of intellectuals.
"It is the one who has no strength but the most powerful weapon."
To this day, the noble children of Padrosi still need to practice how to argue with others. In the eyes of the imperial nobles, this can not only exercise their thinking flexibility, but also lay a solid foundation for entering the political world or even the military world in the future - and even the least able to enter the business management industry, those who can speak eloquently and have a clever mind , and are far more able to attract the attention of others than those who are silent, thereby expanding their network and greatly increasing the chance of success.
The old village chief, escorted by several descendants, climbed up the stairs on the side of the earth wall, climbed to a high platform with a log fence that was originally built to resist foreign invasion, and waved his hand downwards.
To be able to still serve as the village chief at this age, he obviously has a lot of prestige in this village.
After the villagers saw the old village chief appear, the commotion gradually subsided.
He didn't even need to speak, and the men obeyed naturally. Tazito snorted disdainfully, and everyone in the rear yard, including several mercenaries and businessmen, let out a sigh of relief.
The situation seemed to be gradually getting under control, but the sage still asked everyone to be ready to evacuate at any time.
"I know what you want, Laodudu." He spoke in a unique way of speaking with a long pitch after almost every noun, and as soon as he finished speaking, the villagers below started shouting.
"Hand over that noble!" "Village chief, there is a noble in that caravan!" "Take him as a hostage to threaten the lord!" and the like came and went.
"Calm down, don't be impatient. Calm down, don't be impatient." He waved his hand, and the villagers obeyed and became quiet again.
Whether a leader has prestige or not is clearly revealed in this situation. The old village chief obviously has considerable control over the situation. Although there are many people in a village who have other ideas, but whether they truly believe in following him or not, when the public obeys, the few Individuals also dare not make mistakes.
"As for this matter, it is said to be a misunderstanding, but in fact it cannot be regarded as a misunderstanding."
——Mira was stunned. She looked at Henry, and the other businessmen also felt that there was something wrong with this opening.
They had clearly given the old village chief the correct words. As long as he said it was a misunderstanding and Margaret was a merchant's lady rather than a noble, the whole matter could be solved. But what was his approach?
Not a misunderstanding? ——The old village chief continued: "This lady is indeed a noble."
"What is this guy doing!" Filippo shouted, and his reaction immediately aroused hostile reactions from all the other male members of the village chief's family in the yard. They stared at this side with wooden sticks and the like. Tazito in front looked back, took a big step down the stairs, and rushed towards this side with great force, but in front of the short Filippo, our sage stood there. Tazito knew that he couldn't defeat Henry, so when he was halfway there, he suddenly snorted again and ran back with long strides.
"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong." Mira whispered, which made Filippo, who had sharp ears next to him, feel a little mixed. On the one hand, the white Luoan girl was feeling unfair to him. On the other hand, although her words were unintentional, they were true. It is saying that young people are weak.
Is this considered to be on his side or hurting him? The thought only flashed for a moment before returning to the current situation. The old village chief then said slowly: "Although she is a noble, she has nothing to do with the local lords."
"Even if it doesn't matter, the nobles are not all the same!" a voice shouted from below, but the old village chief didn't speak anymore, he just stared at him.
"You are here, do you have the right to speak?" The elderly man has been highly respected in society since ancient times, not to mention that he still holds a high position. The person who spoke was frightened, and he lowered his head and silently retreated to the back. The old village chief then said: "In everything, there is always a debtor, and she has nothing to do with us being in this situation." As he said, the situation seemed to have turned around, and the villagers did not make any noise. , many people in the yard breathed a sigh of relief, even Filippo.
"Fortunately, it seems that he can still make sense." He said this. Unfortunately, Filippo seemed to have the attribute of a crow's mouth, because as soon as he finished speaking, the voice outside that sounded likely to be the one who made the argument sounded again. stand up.
"This situation has nothing to do with her, then who does it have to do with it? It's our own will to be like this!" Although the reason was probably because the old village chief threatened him and said he didn't speak, which made the villager feel shameless, but His roar echoed the sentiments of many people.
The villagers are isolated and helpless.
As mixed residents and descendants of highlanders, they are not welcomed by the mainstream of Lamanite society. Being squeezed into such a remote corner, even trade cannot proceed smoothly. Only this small caravan will come, but that's all.
If they encounter any situation, they have no one to turn to and no one will help them.
The local lord who was nominally responsible for them happened to be the one who persecuted them the most. The natural disasters were enough for them, and the lord also imposed taxes every now and then, causing the local area to be in chaos.
"Yeah, it's all our fault, right? It's all what we want, right?" The troubled villagers yelled again. His thoughts inspired many people. Many people had already thought this way but didn't. Someone who has the courage to speak out.
"Hand over that nobleman!" First, one person raised his hand and shouted without confidence, and then more and more people responded.
"Hand it over! Hand over that noble!"
"Let me tell you, big guy! The nobles are all relatives. If the noble is kidnapped and threatened, the local lord will definitely compromise!"
"Yes! That's right! Let's do it this way, let that stupid pig lord take responsibility for us once!" The bustling voice sounded again, and more and more villagers were attracted by the noise and joined the ranks surrounding the door. . The original crowd of only twenty or thirty people suddenly grew to nearly a hundred people, and they were shouting, and many of them were young and impulsive people after hearing the exaggerated version of "what happened" that the three men became tigers He turned around menacingly and ran towards the distance.
If Henry were standing here at this time, he would definitely be able to tell that these guys were looking for people and tools, and were planning to fight.
But it was not him who stood on top, only the old village chief and his grandson Tazito.
"Then what?" the old village chief said. The villagers were so noisy that they couldn't hear his voice. Veins popped out on his dry hands holding the wall. Being ignored was a big deal for him. It was very shameless, so he changed his calm and slow tone, took a deep breath, and then shouted louder:
"Then what!"
The sound coming from the old village chief's thin and withered body was so loud that the villagers instantly became quiet and turned to look at him again.
"Have you figured out your position?"
"Do you know how we have been able to maintain this village until now?"
"It's because we don't resist that we can survive!"
He shouted loudly: "Why did our ancestors come down from the mountains? It's because we are tired of fighting!"
"We have spent so many years working hard to establish this existence. Yes, yes, you can tie that noble lady over, and you can threaten the lord and send people to rescue, but what happens when he takes over? !”
"The moment the noble lady is released, Padrosi's knights and the Royal Legion will kill everyone in the village and burn down the entire village!"
“Is this—what you want!”
He yelled like this, and many villagers lowered their heads, but obviously not everyone agreed with this result.
"Then what are we going to do if we don't resist? Let's starve to death with our families! I have four children. If I don't do this, I can only sell my eldest daughter as a slave!" The one who has been singing the opposite tune The voice shouted, and Margaret's eyes widened.
No words could explain how she was feeling at this moment. The person who was most passionate about harming her happened to be the person she wanted to help in the first place?
Is this the result of her kindness?
The girl was stunned. Henry glanced at Mira and Ferruccio. The old housekeeper and the Luoan girl nodded in understanding. They went to communicate with the mercenaries and merchants in a low voice - and the one in front The villager shouted again: "We are the descendants of the highlanders!"
"If we have to die, we won't starve to death like farmers."
"If we have to die, we would rather die heroically!!" he shouted, and such words attracted the approval of a large group of young villagers who ran back to call for help. They were already full of enthusiasm in this kind of village. With nowhere to vent, they shouted and raised the crude weapons in their hands.
"Kill! Rob! We will not starve to death! We are Highlanders!"
"Yes!" The villager who had become the leader clenched his fists and turned around: "Rush out and grab, we still have a chance of survival, so what if we become bandits, our ancestors have survived this way for generations."
"We will starve to death if we stay here!"
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" the old village chief roared in a louder voice again. His face turned red. This matter was obviously too much of a burden for a person of his age, so after yelling, After saying this, he had to lie on the wall and breathe for a long time.
"You guys can't last a week!" "You guys," he gasped, pointing at them with his fingers, and was so angry that he was speechless for a moment: "You don't know, we"
"How many compromises have we made -" he said, and the villager spoke again, this time with a hint of sharp sarcasm in his tone: "Compromise?"
"It doesn't look like you've compromised much, village chief!"
"Your family lives in the biggest house in the whole village! They eat the best food! Every time a caravan comes over, you take the bulk first, and we can only pick up some leftovers!"
"Look at the house you live in! Look at your fat and strong grandson! Compare it to us guys who are all sun-dried!"
"When we were living on vegetables and grains, you were eating and drinking every day. Who do you think gave you this kind of power? Is it the lord? Did you get it by flattering the lord? No!"
"We gave it to you! It's us villagers!" He shouted loudly, and the old village chief was already a little panicked by this time. He couldn't breathe and couldn't turn his head. This huge mansion is a symbol of glory and wealth, but now it has become a stumbling block for him. He can't find the right words and sentences to argue, and the villagers who have already reached this point and have torn their faces no longer trust him at all.
"traitor!"
"The bastards of the nobles!"
"A dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy, a parasite with no dignity!"
In just an instant, the title of village chief became worthless.
Or did it begin to falter a long time ago?
"If you can't help us solve this matter, then you are not qualified to be the village chief!"
He shouted like this, and Tazito who was standing by saw that his grandfather was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he took a step forward: "You bunch of bastards-" "Duowu-"
"Uh-ah-" The spear pierced his fat body, and Tazito was stunned. He never thought that these people would dare to resist him one day.
Because he himself is so strong, and he is the highest status person in this village.
"Get ready to evacuate!" Henry shouted and woke up everyone who was stunned. The mercenaries quickly climbed onto the carriage, and Tazito, who fell outside with his bloody stomach, became the last person to collapse the entire situation. Straw.
"Charge!! Kill!! Capture that noble!!"
"Dong dong dong dong dong!" A loud sound began to sound. The latch of the wooden door was obviously far from strong enough. It began to tremble, and all these people, including the old village chief, looked like they didn't know what to do.
"Ready! Where to run?" Uncle Mario turned back, while Mira was holding the two people's horses, and they both looked at the sage.
Henry said nothing, he untied the armed belt around his waist, and the soft leather scabbard was thrown to the ground, while the sage held the brand new one-and-a-half-handed sword tightly in both hands.
"Hoo--" "Boom-boom--!"
He is like the wind.
No, if it is wind, it may not be powerful enough.
Like thunder.
The long sword made of fine steel pierced the earth wall in an instant. It was twisted out of shape from the tip of the sword under the huge force, but it had also achieved its mission - and then the sage protected it with both hands. In front of the head, the whole person was knocked out from the broken point.
"Boom!! Click!!" The sky was filled with dust, and he broke through the earth wall and rushed out.
"Hurry!" The villagers surrounding the wooden door noticed what was happening in this corner, and they would react quickly. Henry turned around and shouted, and the knowing Mira slapped the horse's buttocks and the two horses jumped directly from Still rushing out of the gradually collapsing gap.
"Damn it!" Uncle Mario cursed rarely. Mira threw a simple wooden stick to Henry, who lost his weapon. The sage grabbed the saddle with one hand and got on the horse. The long wooden stick in his hand looked like A lance.
"Boom!" The riding whip whipped wildly. At this time, they didn't care about the horses. Filippo and Ferruccio were guarding Margaret. Their carriage was the first one to rush out, followed by the merchants. The carriages came one after another.
"boom!"
"My goods!" Due to the rugged ground in the temporary gap, many carriages shook violently when they rushed over. The merchants lost a small part of their untied goods.
"My life is at stake!" Uncle Mario turned around and shouted, and Henry and Mira, who were behind the motorcade, immediately turned their horses and chased after them.
The sage threw the wooden stick in his hand to scare off the chasing villagers and buy some time. When they ran a distance and the villagers who were walking could not catch up, Mira looked back.
In her sparkling blue eyes, the villagers were busy snatching the dropped goods.
"It's really muddy water."
The girl turned around and focused on running away with the others.
