"When I send you to heaven to meet God, I will beg for forgiveness, outsiders!" The mountain people who walked out from behind the bushes held heavy hands and a giant axe in their hands, and more and more burly figures followed him. At this time, Justinian found that the retreat behind him was also cut off by these people, and he and Sergius only brought a few followers.

But monk Sergius was calm and smiled and said, "Even if we really want to send us to heaven, we should know who made the move, otherwise it would be embarrassing to say nothing before God."

"Then you report to Bogdani of the Qingshigang Tribe, this is the great name of the uncle!" The burly Albanian mountaineer made a low and deadly sound, and his feet approached clumsyly, while walking the axe in his hand dragged it on the ground and made a harsh noise.

"It's really a friendly way to treat guests!" Justinian stared at the monk in a low voice, and looked around in anger and thought about how to solve the problem.

The crazy monk blinked at this time and said, "This is their cute and sincere side. You don't need to be vain with them, just communicate with them as I told you before."

"I don't think they have the concept of communication in their big almond minds."

Justinian said to himself as if he answered, and he finally saw clearly the number of people on the other side. At just one glance, there were at least hundreds of people. But the weapons of these Albanians were very simple. Some people could count them with swords and one hand, while others were waving farm tools such as dry feces and sickles. They must have been the spoils they attacked the village. As for whether they had armor on their bodies, if it was counted that those worn-out cowhide skins were covered on their chests, there were only a dozen people.

Justinian, who knew it, looked at the Albanian mountain people and replied: "I am the governor of Molia, the heir of Thessalonica and the guardian of Agrenion, Justinian. I came to fight for the friendship of the Bluestone Tribe. If I have any offense, I am willing to give corresponding compensation."

"Jijiwai said a bunch of things like goats, I don't understand. Anyway, if you cut you off your body, I will be my own. Then I will treat you as your compensation!" The cursed mountain people were impatient to listen to Justinian's words and approached step by step.

At this time, monk Sergius stood up and said with a smile: "Then you will lose a lot like this. Bogdani, the one standing in front of you is the chief's son of a large tribe at the foot of the mountain. Recently, he is going to marry the only daughter of another chief of the chief of the tribe. What he can give you is that you can never rob and take it all your life."

At the tribe at the foot of the mountain, watching the mad monk call the two nobles, Grand Duke Anastasius and Prince Theodor, two chiefs, Justinian's face was full of darkness, but he also understood that only with such a statement would the simple-minded mountain people in front of him give up the idea of ​​chopping people at any time.

Sure enough, the monk's words worked. Bogdani, who was skeptical, put down the big axe that was swinging, looked at Justinian and asked:

"You said this kid is the chief's son, so what can he give us?" asked Bogdani, who was the leader, ordered his subordinates not to take action for the time being.

"Gold, food, anything you want," Sergius told them, "The adult around me can satisfy you any conditions. I believe that the warriors of the Bluestone Tribe will see the generosity of this adult. What he can give you is unimaginable for you to have sex in the valley when you have sex with a stroke."

The conditions proposed by the monks were very attractive, and even Justinian felt that he was talking nonsense, but perhaps this would be the only way to convince the Albanians.

After hearing Sergius's words, the chaotic mountain people also fell silent and looked at each other. Bogdani asked back, "Why should I believe you?"

"Yes, the people at the foot of the mountain cannot believe a word of sweet words. It is better to be true than what we see. If we let him go, he might turn around and find someone to revenge us." Someone among the barbarians echoed. Obviously, not all Albanians were unsightly, they were just a tendon. After hearing this, the mountain people were eager to try to pick up the weapons in their hands and prepare to surround them.

"Nonsense!" Facing the somewhat out of control of the Albanians, Sergius patiently said, "Please listen to me, everyone of the Qingshigang tribe. The adult in front of you is far broader than the valley where you live. He came here for your friendship. How could he raise troops to retaliate? If you are willing to follow him to fight, you will get gold that fills the entire valley."

"The gold of the people at the foot of the mountain is as valuable as what they say." Bogdani said coldly. "When we fled from the north and passed by Epirus, we once fought for the people at the foot of the mountain to beg for rest, but how did they repay us? We drove us into the mountains and fled ourselves, and after we settled down, we wanted to continue to enslave us. Don't want the Qingshigang tribe to believe your slick words!"

"So you will only complain here, don't you?" Justinian said, replacing monk Sergius with the mountain people. "I can hear that you are very resentful, but you don't have the courage to face the enemy. Does the Bluestone Tribe? Facing the machete in Pronia's hand, don't you just dare to hide in the valley? Perhaps it's more appropriate to change your name to the Rotten Mill Tribe."

As soon as this said, the valley came to an abrupt end, but the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, and even the calm and leisurely crazy monk changed his face! He reminded Justinian and other Albanians who were very sensitive.

"What did you say?"

Bogdani roared, smashing the axe in his hand hard under his feet and sinking a big hole. If he hits a person's head, his brain would splash everywhere.

But Justinian looked disdainful, "You are the only thing that can't be done?" He said, "This may be a thing that was stolen from the backyard of a woodcutter who accidentally broke his leg... I guess it would be a lot of trouble to be cut by it, after all, it was hard to even cut the flesh."

"Boy," Bogdani, who cherishes his battle axe, shouted. This was the spoil he had obtained in combat, and he would never tolerate insults. "When I chop off your head, you will know whether my axe is sharp or not!"

However, Justinian's expression remained unchanged in the face of such a threat and the long axe that was close to him.
Chapter completed!