Pierre, who was taken into the palace tent by the little hunter, found that the interior of the palace tent was very spacious.

The dome supported by six pillars has an unusual span.

There are many skylights on the dome, so although there are fences on all sides, the tent is very bright.

However, compared to the reputation of the Blood Wolf, the palace tent of the Wenduoer tribe is not magnificent enough.

It should be noted that the Heds like to place their property in a clear place, no matter whether they are poor or poor. The centurion's palace tents are simple and as usual.

Many Hudds were already in the tent, sitting on the felt blanket in groups of three or two.

An elderly man and a young child respectfully knelt in front of the blood wolf.

The above is Pierre's first impression of the "Great Palace".

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Just as Pierre was observing the situation in the tent, Wenduoer, who was originally facing Badu under the dome, also turned his head in unison and turned his attention to the newcomers.

Among them, some people also recognized Pierre, who "shoots arrows near and far away", while others had never seen the newly appointed governor of the Foreign Reclamation Land.

In any case, when Wen Duoer in the tent found that the new young man was not a child of various tribes, the interior of the tent suddenly became extremely quiet.

The members of the Wenduoer tribe looked at the strange visitors while quietly paying attention to the expression on Badu’s face.

Pierre, who found himself invading some kind of ceremony, was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Because he does not understand language and customs, he does not know what he should say or do, and he does not know what he can say or do.

Just in a dilemma, Pierre saw the centurion sitting high in the middle of the palace tent and waved his hand calmly.

Pierre was a little confused. The little hunter gently pushed him behind him, but he still couldn't determine the centurion's meaning.

Then he saw that the centurion waved at him again.

Pierre felt at ease all of the time. He stood by the gaze of all the Hudders in the tent and walked up to the center of the tent.

A platform about one foot high was built with wooden boards in the center of the palace tent. There were six bright armors on both sides of the platform, and the majestic guards stood in front of them. Pierre was sure that this arrangement was only for etiquette.

A curtain is pulled behind the platform, which isolates the palace tent into two rooms in front and back.

The front room—that is, the space where Pierre is located—is larger, with felt blankets on the ground. The back room is smaller, blocked by curtains, and the situation inside cannot be seen.

The platform in the center of the palace tent is naturally the exclusive area of ​​the Lord of One Department.

However, there was no luxurious treasure couch for other tribal leaders on the platform, only a camp bed was built with a bear skin on it.

The blood wolf sat on the bear's skin.

Pierre came to the platform, stood shoulder to shoulder with the two half-kneeling Hudders, and raised his hand to salute the centurion.

The Blood Wolf did not return the gift, but nodded.

Pierre thought that the centurion would introduce himself to the Heds in the palace tent next.

Unexpectedly, the head of the Wenduoer tribe did not say a word, but pointed to the empty position on the camp bed on the right, signaling Pierre to sit next to him.

Pierre was stunned, hesitating even more than the centurion waved to him.

Fortunately, Charles freed Pierre's siege at the right time. Charles, who was guarding both sides of the platform, had a horse stool from somewhere.

He took a big step forward, placed the horse saber to the right of the Blood Wolf, and left half a seat behind. Then he held the saber and retreated back to his original position without losing his majesty.

Pierre then felt relieved.

This time, he understood it, stroked his chest in a manner in a manner, bent down to salute, and then climbed the steps, while nodding to Shire gratefully.

Because Maza won't turn out of thin air, it must be that as soon as he stepped into the palace tent, Charles immediately asked his troops to take it.

Shire also blinked in secludedly.

Pierre, who was on the platform, sat behind the centurion with impeccable demeanor.

He immediately realized that the look of the Hed people in the tent looked at him had changed significantly:

No one is looking at himself up and down freely, and his eyes appear more cautious, respectful, and curious.

The Blood Wolf raised his hand gently and signaled that the interrupted ceremony would continue.

Pierre saw two Hudders half kneeling in front of the centurion, sweating profusely and trembling with his legs, two Hudders were as if they were pardoned. The younger Hudders said a lot of Hudder words, then raised the arrow in his hand and broke it with a "bang".

The centurion nodded and stood up—Pierre hurriedly stood up.

Dabai and Xiaobai came from the curtain to the platform with a saber, a short-barrel mesh gun, a pair of boots and a pair of stirrups.

Among them, saber, boots and stirrups are all the styles of the Paratu, let alone the mesh gun.

Pierre watched the centurion walk down the platform, tied the saber to the Hed who had broken the arrow, put the combs on the other party's back, put the boots and stirrups into the other party's hand, then patted the other party's shoulder, and pulled the young Hed up with a smile.

A burst of cheers and cheers rang out in the palace tent.

The young Hed, who was the focus of his eyes, blushed and turned to face everyone, accepting congratulations shyly.

At this time, Pierre noticed that although the young Hurd man was about the same size as the old Hurd man, his face was still very young and looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. He was probably the age to be able to pull a real bow instead of a toy cork bow.

Pierre realized that the ceremony he witnessed should be a coming-of-age ceremony, and it is likely to be a ceremony of loyalty at the same time.

From this, Pierre speculated that these two old and young Heds were probably not ordinary herders or fugitive slaves, but were from a head family of a small tribe that belonged to the Wendor tribe.

Pierre searched carefully on the two Hurds and soon found more evidence—the old Hurds' boots and robes were all more delicate than those of the new white men in the caravan, and their ears and fingers were wearing jewelry and jewelry that were generally not available to the escaped slaves.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pierre secretly guessed: "Does the centurion want to ensure the loyalty of these small tribes by taking hostages? It is a good idea."

However, his conjecture was soon questioned by himself.

Because just after the little Hudd received everyone's congratulations, after finding a place in the felt tent with the old Hudd, another new family came in.

This family is a middle-aged Hurd with two half-old children of similar age.

The process was the same as before. Three people knelt on one knee, and the two little guys broke arrows and sweared, accepted gifts and congratulations, and then found a place to sit in the felt tent.

The difference is that the new family is a very poor ordinary herder no matter how you look at it.

It may even be a runaway slave, because the middle-aged Hed man was exposed on the back of his hands and neck, and was full of shocking earthworm-like scars everywhere, which were clearly traces left by whipping.

Moreover, the middle-aged Hudders limped when walking. When Pierre was a child, he heard from his father that the Hudder brute on the grassland would cut the heels of the escaped slaves and sprinkle them into the wounds, making the escaped slaves feel heartbroken every step they take even after the wounds healed.

The two little Heards were also thin and small. They obviously looked more mature than the previous little Heard, but they were much shorter.

"Uncle and two nephews," Pierre heard the centurion's brief introduction, "The one in front is grandpa and grandson."

Pierre felt warm and ashamed.

Warmth is because the centurion is afraid that he will not understand it in such an occasion, so he explains it specifically for him.

The reason for his shame is that as the commander of the foreign land, the governor of the Waixin Reclamation land who would deal with the Hed in the future, he could not understand Hed at all, and he never even thought about learning it.

The ceremony continued, and groups of Heds walked into the palace tent, and one young Heds made an oath.

Among them are rich, poor, with a large number of people and a small number of people; some Hudds took the initiative to offer gifts to Badu before receiving the gift, while some Hudds were poor and even the ones on their feet were just a piece of broken felt cloth.

Pierre was completely unable to summarize any rules in it. He had only two common points:

First, the people who swore were all Heards; second, they were not old.

In addition, Pierre also noticed that among the families who "submitted hostages", the Hurd family with certain property is obviously more than the poor who have nothing.

It was not until the huge palace tent was almost filled that there was no next Hed family entering the palace tent gate.

Pierre was serious throughout the whole process, sitting upright without moving. By the end, his waist was already sore.

He estimated the time and felt that it was at least three hours, but it took less than an hour to see the position of the sun through the skylight.

After the last young Hudder received the cheers and sat down, Bell exposed his head at the door of the palace to confirm that everyone's ceremony had ended.

The basin of barbecue and bags of fine wine were immediately brought in by one table at a time.

The atmosphere in the palace tent became extremely relaxed in an instant.

Wen Duoer, who had been watching the ceremony quietly and cheering only when necessary, gradually began to talk to each other, and under the dome was soon filled with "buzzing" sounds.

Pierre gently moved his shoulders and back, and suddenly heard the voice of the centurion, "How long have you been riding back?"

Pierre raised his head and found that the centurion who had been in a majestic manner before was turning his head and smiling at him.

"It's not long." Pierre whispered.

When Pierre saw the centurion smiling, he asked again, "Are you hungry?"

This time, Pierre answered truthfully: "Something."

The first small table with wine, meat, salt, cheese and seasoning sauce made of wild flowers from the grassland was undoubtedly presented to the Blood Wolf.

The second one placed in front of Pierre,

Next are the others in the palace tent.

"Eat when you are hungry." The blood wolf took out a knife from his arms, wrapped in leather ropes, picked up the bone-to-bone meat piece, ate it openly, and said while eating: "I still have work to do when I'm full."

Pierre was so hungry that his stomach was unconscious and had no appetite, so he didn't touch the food on the table.

But he suddenly found that the black Hudd people in the palace tent were staring at him.

He was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted. He followed the centurion's appearance and tentatively picked up a piece of bone-shaped meat from the small table.

The others in the palace tent started to move as if they had obtained permission.

"I originally wanted you to come to the 'reparation banquet'." The blood wolf held half of the sheep's head in his hand and brutally teared the tender flesh on the sheep's cheeks: "This is an important job - in the concept of Hed's tribes, if you do well, you can show your face in front of everyone."

"I let you down..." Pierre felt like a stone was pressed on his chest.

"What did you let down? I was very happy that you could take the initiative to come and touch the bottom of the Wai Xinken in advance. I knew that I didn't choose the wrong person."

Hearing this, Pierre was even more ashamed. He was only glad that the centurion was sitting in front of him and could not see his red face.

"You said 'I still have work to do when I'm full'." Pierre tried hard to find a conversation: "What kind of work is it?"
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