[God's Judgment Law, an ancient, barbaric, and sacred supreme law, the Shanbu people, a people who wander around and do business, always have something to maintain their identity with each other. Let me say, it is the Lord of Suffering in their mouths, and National customary law that was born by integrating the spirit of church law. Looking at it this way, St. Mader's missionary action back then was undoubtedly a mistake. Not every nation can be civilized and not misinterpret our true religious beliefs. 】
This is a description Chen Yi saw in a theology book. Although it contains a strong sense of discrimination, it seems very appropriate.
Chen Yi learned from Na Shanbu that there were several strict rules and regulations for their divine duel.
The first is that although there will be notaries on site who are like referees, only their gods can rule.
Secondly, a day of fasting must be observed before a duel, and once it begins, it cannot be stopped.
In the end, the loser must die and fall into the hell created by the Lord of Suffering, while the winner must also leave behind the murderous arm.
"Compared to a duel... more like a blood sacrifice in mysticism." Chen Yi muttered.
Some border barbarians or tribal orcs, as well as local shamans, often use blood sacrifices to awaken a certain god to appear holy during festivals. There are different types of blood sacrifices, and duels are also common among them.
In addition to the Shanbu merchant, Chen Yi also asked several Shanbu people to inquire. They spent nearly a silver reed on the cage, but the information they got was not much different.
However, a Shandivor also mentioned one thing: "Guest, although we Shandivors are out doing business and do not have rules written on paper, according to tradition...our Shenjuan Duel, the general tradition is not It will be announced in advance, but will be notified to others on the day of the duel, that is, if the duel is announced on the same day, the duel will take place on that day."
If you really say that, there may be something fishy behind it.
"We must understand what happened," Chen Yi thought to himself, "it's best to find the person involved."
This is the simplest and most direct way.
"If Klima accepts the duel, the day after tomorrow will be the duel time, and it will be too late to investigate slowly."
Thinking of this, Chen Yi made a decision.
He went home and packed his belongings. To be on the safe side, Chen Yi brought the copper coins of misfortune and the taboo long sword, but he did not bring anything related to the Lord of Suffering, including the jellyfish.
According to previous inquiries, Proust slept in a tavern on the outskirts of Resurrection Town and was engaged in the business of selling cheap spices. His sister was sent by him to a gray leather car, which was a common travel "washing machine" among the Shanbu people. body car".
Pushing open the creaking door, Chen Yi stepped into the tavern.
The tavern had just opened in the afternoon and there were not many people. Chen Yi saw it at a glance, a red-haired Shanbu man with dark yellow skin and a strong build. He was sitting at the gambling table by the window, betting dice with the Shanbu man opposite.
According to the descriptions of other Sambo people, he should be Proust.
"Sorry to bother you." Chen Yi took advantage of the gap between them to finish gambling and stepped forward.
The two Shanbu people cast their gazes over.
"Are you Proust?" Chen Yi looked at the red-haired man and asked.
"It's me, who are you?" Facing the uninvited guest in front of him, Proust asked.
Chen Yi looked at the Sambu man in front of him. Proust did not resemble the name of the Sambu man, and his appearance seemed to have some Koshi origins.
"My name is Chen Yi, and I want to ask about the duel." Chen Yi secretly opened his spiritual eyes and said, "Nawu Suo."
"Why do you want to inquire?" Proust became alert, and the Sambu people beside him also stared at Chen Yi.
"I am a knight under the Baron," Chen Yi patted the sword on his waist, "You Shanbu people are going to duel in Resurrection Town, and the Baron asked me to investigate."
Under the guise of power, this is my own understanding of "fraud".
Proust's expression softened: "Honorable Lord Knight, it turns out that you came here on the order of the equally distinguished Lord Baron."
Seeing that they really let down their guard, Chen Yi continued: "Don't get me wrong, the Baron has no intention of intervening in your duel, he just wants to understand the situation."
"A duel, in fact, I have no intention of a duel!" cried Proust.
His strong arms accidentally dropped the dice cup on the table, and the man next to him helped him pick it up.
"Don't plan to duel?" Chen Yi was confused for a moment.
"You think, Lord Knight, Klima is my friend. He just raped my sister, a prostitute. I don't have to fight with him." Proust shouted to explain.
His words made Chen Yi feel sick, but he still held it back and continued to ask: "Then why did you propose a duel?"
"Hey, my sister was raped. Although she was a prostitute, Klima didn't pay! As her brother, my man's dignity has been insulted. Lord Knight, you can definitely understand that feeling." Looking at the eyes Knight, Proust replied very earnestly.
He continued: "I don't want to duel with Klima. He is my friend. I just want him to lose face or pay twice as much so that I can regain my dignity. Otherwise, why should I announce this duel in advance?" .”
"Because you just want to regain your dignity? So you called for a duel and announced it in advance?" Chen Yi found it unbelievable, "It's ridiculous."
"Sir Knight, we Sambo people are exaggerated and ridiculous." Then, Proust requested: "If you can, my noble Lord Knight, I would like to ask you to help me find Klima and advise him not to accept it. Duel. Otherwise one of us will definitely die. He is a skinny guy. If there is a duel, he will definitely die. If your Excellency is not willing, I will go to Klima tonight to make it clear."
"Okay." After figuring out a little bit of the whole story, Chen Yi agreed, just as he was planning to go to Klima to ask.
When leaving, Chen Yi dropped a copper dir and said, "I'll treat you to a drink."
"Praise you! May our Lord and your Lord protect you!" Proust said in surprise.
"I don't want your Lord to protect you." Chen Yi thought to himself.
The hotel where Klima stayed was in another corner of Resurrection Town.
Chen Yi hurried over and found Klima in front of the hotel's bulletin board before dark.
This pure-blooded Sambo man is really just as Proust said, as thin as a wooden pole, with not much meat.
After reciting ancient words, Chen Yi patted his shoulder and said: "Krima, I am a knight under the baron. You Shanbu people are going to duel in Resurrection Town. I came here to investigate on the order of the baron."
Klima turned around, looked at Chen Yi with his deep-set eyes, and said: "Yes, Sir Knight, I am going to duel. Proust said that I raped his sister. This is pure slander! His sister is My lover is willing! He said that because I am her brother’s friend. Damn Proust, he intends to frame me, I must fight!”
After saying a lot, Klima took a breath and said again: "Sir Knight, I have found a notary, and I will personally accept his duel tomorrow."
Chen Yi didn't expect that he would really accept the duel. He and Proust, one was thin and the other was strong, the difference in body size was there.
"Huh? Have you found a notary?"
Klima pointed toward the fence of the hotel, and Chen Yi saw from a distance a two-meter-tall troll in a robe. His thick, scaly-skinned hands were holding a dice cup for gambling.
"A troll as a notary?"
