"Is the centurion okay? Is Uncle Gillard okay? Is Mrs. Mitchell okay? Where is Angelu? Where is Vahika?" Bell took Pierre's hand into the tent and asked nonstop: "Where are other partners? Are everyone okay?"

"Everything is good, all is good." Pierre replied with a smile, and he punched the little hunter hard: "I saw the wolf you brought back, it's such an amazing prey!"

There was no satisfaction or satisfaction on Bell's face. He tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth and smiled in cooperation.

"Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? I'll get some milk residue and some milk wine." Bell pulled Pierre to the carpet, moved out of the small table, wiped the sleeves hard, turned around and went out to get food and drink, so that Pierre could entertain.

"Okay! OK! I'm not thirsty or hungry. You can take a break and come and sit with me for a while, okay?" Pierre grabbed the little hunter's sleeve and prevented the latter from leaving. He asked curiously:

"I heard from others that you have searched them alone for more than half a month? It is rare to find beasts that can be found for half a month. Why don't you ask others to help me find them?"

"I called Dabai and Xiaobai."

"Who are Dabai and Xiaobai?" Pierre narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is it the two who came back from you? Your guard?"

"My Guard?" Bell waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, they two...uh...this, to be precise, they are the centurions..."

Bell suddenly found it difficult to find accurate translations of some words in Heder in common language, and it was difficult for him to use a few words to help his friends understand the ethics and rules of Heder's society.

"To be precise," Bell scraped his stomach and wanted to avoid misunderstandings as much as possible, but the more he wanted to make it clear, the more misunderstandings the other party might have. "The two of them are the 'slaves' of the centurion, but they are not the kind of slaves who burn fire, lay stalls, and milk goats, and are slaves to war... But if the centurion needs them to burn fire, they will do it when they lay the stalls..."

Bell said, peeking into his friend's eyes.

Pierre listened with all his attention and nodded from time to time. However, Bell felt from the bottom of his heart that Pierre actually didn't understand anything.

"Forget it." Bell sighed dejectedly: "Just think they are my subordinates."

"No." Pierre put his arms around his companion's shoulders: "I want to hear more about the Hed tribes. By the way, what about the others? Why don't you ask them to go together?"

Bell knew that the other "people" mentioned by his friend did not refer to all the people in this camp who had two eyes and one mouth, who could cry and laugh, but specifically refer to the Iron Peak County cavalry who were assigned to Bell.

"They escorted the convoy to exchange things with Akagawa," the little hunter calculated, "it should be on the way back."

"Are there any Hudders? I see there are many men in the camp." Pierre asked with concern: "Why don't they ask you to find wolves? Why, they are disobedient?"

Although my friend still had a deep misunderstanding about Wenduoer's department, he did not blurt out "Herd Barbarian". Bell was already grateful, but was also very surprised.

The little hunter explained in a nagging manner, but was also complaining.

Only in front of friends and comrades-in-arms, he is not the sacred "beast spirit speaker" or the leader who is right. After all, if he is serious, he is actually younger than Dabai, and he is not much older than Xiaobai.

"Many men in this camp have already followed the convoy. The rest of them have to take care of the crowd and beware of the enemy. Now they are shearing wools again. When washing wool, people need to be handed over everywhere. And if you ask everyone to go together, then..." Belt paused for a moment, "not only two big wolves, two small ones, and the cubs in the forest, all have to die together."

Pierre laughed in silence and picked up his arms: "When did you start to sympathize with the wolf?"

"[Herd] If it is not necessary, do not increase the killing." Bell suddenly whispered in Heerd, then shook his head: "No need."

Pierre couldn't understand what the little hunter was saying, so he could only guess it was a prayer or a scripture, so he laughed and patted the little hunter on the back: "Look at you, the tone of speaking is very similar to those Hedshammans, and he didn't go back to the Great Wilderness for nothing."

Bell smiled ambiguously.

Pierre was very concerned about the details that the little hunter had unintentionally revealed when he spoke. He asked: "You said you should be 'beware of the enemy'. There are still enemies now? Who are the enemies? Terdun's troops? Are they still not honest?"

"No, it's not the Terdun tribe," Bell didn't know how to explain, "Oh, on the grassland, you rob me and I rob you are commonplace. If you insist on saying anything, anyone may be the enemy. Taichi cannot restrain every child, so he must always be vigilant..."

Pierre nodded thoughtfully while listening.

Seeing that another misunderstanding was about to be made, Bell hurriedly explained: "In fact, this camp is already a very safe camp - it is very close to the Great Kawel River and far from the territory of other tribes. There are also small families separated and small tribes that collectively belong to. In short, nothing should happen..."

As he spoke, he found that he had "overcorrected" himself, so Bell asked for a revision: "But, you still can't take it lightly, after all... this is the Great Wilderness."

Pierre tried hard to digest the little hunter's words, and unconsciously fell into deep thought. When he came to his senses, the tent had been quiet for a long time.

Facing the little hunter's inquiring gaze, Pierre rubbed his face and tried to relieve his embarrassment. He smiled and said, "I heard that no one can be brought with you, you can only do it yourself - then at least bring the little guy with you."

It's just not to mention the little guy. When he mentions the little guy, Bell's head hurts so much that it's about to crack.

"Oh, don't mention it, little guy... Oh, if the little guy can move a few more times, maybe... there will be no need to kill the two big wolves... Little guy, alas."

Pierre said "hmm" and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the little guy?"

"Late."

"There are no cats who are not lazy."

Bell fell back heavily and said quietly: "Then you didn't see what the little guy has become now."

"If you say that," Pierre deliberately raised his tone: "Then I have to go and take a look."

"Hmph, I'll take you there tomorrow, don't be surprised to go there."

"What are you waiting for tomorrow? Let's leave now."

Bell jumped up: "Okay, go now."

"Let's go." Pierre also jumped up.

The two of you said one by one, one by one, but neither of them moved a step towards the door.

After looking at each other for a moment, both of them laughed.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow." Bell dragged a roll of blankets, piled up a pillow for himself, and then rubbed his back and lay down: "The wolf who has been squatting all night is so exhausted. The last thing I want to see now is the little guy."

"Okay." Pierre also smiled and sat back on the ground: "Then go again tomorrow."

"Oh! By the way!" Bell climbed up again and looked at Pierre: "I haven't asked you what you are doing yet, shouldn't you just come to see me?"

When Pierre heard this, he put away his smile: "Yes, I'm here this time, and I do have an order."

Bell moved his shoulders, crossed his legs, and sat on his knees: "After saying that, what order does the centurion have?"

"The centurion does have an order." Pierre took out the letter of appointment from his arms: "But not for you, but for me."

After saying that, Pierre handed the letter of appointment to the little hunter.

Bell took the letter of appointment in confusion and looked at it with the light cast from the skylight on the top of the tent.

Then, he looked carefully for the second time.

Then, he fell into silence.

Instead of disturbing the little hunter, Pierre sat aside and waited quietly.

"Although I have never heard of any 'Unknown New Reclamation Land'." Bell unconsciously scratched the nails of his right thumb with his left thumb: "I guess it refers to the 'no man's land' agreed upon by the Palathus and the Huds in the past, which is where we are now."

"Yes." Pierre nodded: "Your Excellency has decided to include the 'Unknown' land' in jurisdiction. From now on, there will be no 'unman's land', no 'buffer belt', only the 'urban land'...the province."

Bell was not surprised that the centurion wanted to formally place the land under his feet under his authority.

In fact, he has been looking forward to the arrival of this day.

What surprised Bell was the "level" of "new land outside".

"Province?" Bell widened his eyes: "Isn't that right on the same level as Xinken land?"

"The province is a bit big, but the county is too small. You finally made the decision to "province" himself. But... this matter has not been decided yet, and you have to go to the National Assembly to go through the process." Pierre paused for a moment and said confidently: "But since you want the new land in the outer land to be a "province", then the new land in the outer land must be a province."

"Wait, what is the National Assembly?" Just as Pierre heard Bell's speech at the beginning, Bell is becoming more and more confused when he listens to Pierre's speech.

"Uh, this." Pierre found it difficult to explain clearly what the National Assembly is in a few words: "It's a long story. I will tell you slowly in the future that the National Assembly is still very exciting. It would be a pity that you were not on the scene... In short, now we are all loyal to the National Assembly in name."

"We?" Bell raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

"Centurion, I, everyone." Pierre glanced at the little hunter meaningfully: "Of course you, and others."

Bell smiled bitterly and spread his hands and continued to ask: "What is the Governor?"

"It is a word that is created by nature." Pierre coughed lightly: "It is said that there was only 'supervisor', but you think that the 'supervisor' only has military components and lacks civil affairs color, so he simply spliced ​​the 'supervisor' with the official 'entourage' of the ancient empire and created a 'supervisor'."

Bell couldn't help but burst into laughter: "This is something that the centurion can do."

Pierre would also smile: "Really."
Chapter completed!