It's already night.

A bonfire was lit on the open space in front of the main house of Hongsong Manor, and figures flashed by the fire. With the light of the fire, you can see a few goats hanging under the oak trees beside the open space, waiting to be slaughtered.

In a room on the second floor of the main house, Winters sat by the window while playing with the steel cone while watching the busy people in the yard.

After a few knocks on the door, Kalman walked in.

"Have the sniffing bottle brought it?" Winters asked faintly. His gaze was at the campfire, and he had no sight contact with Kalman at all.

"Bringed." Kalman stood in front of Winters in a hurry and swallowed his saliva: "But I don't recommend waking the injured person. Although the lead bounce was removed, his condition was still very dangerous. Forcibly waking the injured person from a coma is not wise, but may worsen his injury."

"You don't have to worry about this. Just wake him up. I have my own reasons." Winters' eyes stopped at the bonfire and had no visual contact with Kalman at all.

Kalman touched a soft nail and murmured as if comforting himself: "I have no right to interfere with what you do with your people, but I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a doctor."

On the small bed in this room, Lieutenant Colonel, who was unconscious, was lying.

Kalman walked to the edge of the bed and took out a small glass bottle. He pulled out the plug and placed the mouth of the bottle under Lieutenant Colonel's nostril and shook it.

The stench escaped from the bottle, and Lieutenant Colonel, who had inhaled the irritating gas, immediately responded. Lieutenant Colonel's nostrils expanded, his chest was undulating, and with an instinctive cough, Conteer opened his eyes with difficulty.

Kalman looked at Winters, who turned his head gently towards the door and signaled Kalman to leave.

The only two left in the room are Contel and Winters.

Contel, who had recovered from his coma, was not yet awake, and a few painful voices came from his throat.

Picking up the water cup on the table, Winters slowly fed Contel some water.

After his dry lips and throat were moistened with water, Lieutenant Colonel regained some consciousness a little. He looked at the person in front of him and asked with difficulty: "Mon...Ta...Warning Officer?"

“Yes, it’s me.”

"I...Where am I...?"

“Akei Iwo Island.”

"Are we... captured?"

"No, you and I have not been captured, it is safe here for the time being."

Lieutenant Colonel's consciousness became more and more awake, and he moaned and reached out to his abdomen.

Winters stopped Contel: "Don't touch it, there is a wound. Do you remember? You were shot and the doctor here took out the lead for you. He got it very clean, and the rest was all up to you."

Because of the severe pain, Contel couldn't stop trembling.

"The doctor said that coma is your self-protection, and it was me who asked him to wake you up."

"Why?" After a lot of effort, Contel spoke a word.

"Because I have some things, I must ask you." Winters couldn't hear any emotion in his tone: "I will leave here in a few hours. If I don't ask clearly, I'm afraid I will never have a chance in the future."

"What are you asking... what?"

Standing beside the bed, Winters leaned down and approached Contel's ear. His voice was not loud, but it was clear and without any emotion: "Why did you (you) assassinate the envoy of the UNS Secretary?"

Contel was shocked and even overwhelmed the pain of his wound. He took a breath of air conditioning, his eyes involuntarily widened.

After a while, the lieutenant colonel closed his eyes and slowly replied: "I didn't kill him."

[In mainland China, the second person singular and the second person plural are the same word]

As if he heard the most funny words, Winters laughed loudly, beating his chest and stamping his feet. After laughing, he wiped his tears and said, "Maybe neither of us will live tomorrow. Is it necessary to play this kind of word game? Is it the difference if you do it or your accomplices do it?"

"No...I've been opposed to assassination from beginning to end." Contel looked at Winters and asked with difficulty: "Where are you... how do you know?"

"Me?" Winters sighed: "It's better to ask me why I figured it out so late."

...

Kalman was anxiously guarding the stairs. After a while, there was a sound of closing the door from the upper floor, and then the sound of footsteps approached Kalman.

"The wounded fell asleep again." Winters walked to Kalman and whispered. He took out a small oil-paper bag from his waist bag and put it in Kalman's hand: "If the wounded wake up again, soak the medicine in warm water and drink it for him, just rinse it a little at a time."

"What's this?"

"Sleeping pills can make people fall into deep sleep." Winters explained patiently, and he smiled and said, "Maybe I won't need it now, so I'll just leave it for you."

Kalman opened the three layers of oil paper bag inside and outside, carefully picked up a piece of cooked herbs and observed them carefully: "It's fresh, I've never heard of any medicine that can help you sleep."

Kalman's eyes were almost pressed on the herbs, as if he had discovered a new world.

"It's not the plants here, these things are specialties from the New World, from the colonies of the Empire." Winters smiled and stared at Dr. Kalman. After the other party put away the medicine, he said sincerely: "Mr. Kalman, I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."

Kalman was shocked when he heard this and waved his hand repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to silence me." Winters laughed: "Since you have kept your promise, I will fulfill my promise. This is my heartfelt apology."

Kalman then breathed a sigh of relief.

"But from your interests, I still don't recommend that you report us immediately." Winters added.

"No, no...how could I report you? I can't say anything." Kalman blushed and kept shaking his head.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Kalman. This is not a threat, but my heartfelt words. Even if you report us, I will not retaliate against you, nor will I even have a trace of anger at you. We broke into your home, and you will not do anything too much." Winters looked at Kalman's eyes and said sincerely: "But I suggest you wait and see and prepare for both hands. If I fail, you will immediately hand over these seriously injured people and make a clear relationship with us. But if I succeed... keep these seriously injured people, you will be grateful to the Venetta people."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Regardless of Kalman's complicated expression, Winters left the main house and walked towards the bonfire.

Kalman was stunned for a while and hurriedly followed.

The old servant Poke ran over to Kalman with a sad face and complained: "Master... Our family is ruined... I can't stop them..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Poker." Winters said politely: "I will compensate you for the things taken by the Hurds."

Hearing Winters's speech, Poke subconsciously shivered. He didn't dare to speak, but just muttered in a low voice: "Where is that slave? A strong slave is more valuable than ten sheep..."

"Hahaha." Winters laughed: "Mr. Pock, since ancient times, slaves have paid their bills with the blood of the slave owner when purchasing freedom. So I think it's better to have free freedom, right?"

...

A Hudder man, a knife, could peel off a complete sheepskin in less than ten minutes.

"Nothing wasted" is the principle of the Hurds.

The sheep's blood was well filled with wooden barrels, and the internal organs were not discarded. The Hed women washed the sheep into water, boiled them away, and cut them into thin strips and cooked them into white and thick mutton soup.

There is no waste in other parts, either cooked or roasted, and there are places to go.

The Huds, who had untied their shackles, were busy, and at this moment they seemed to have returned to their hometown thousands of miles away.

The low tables were connected to a long table by the bonfire, with large and small plates on the table, and new ones were constantly being served.

Winters saw his soldiers sitting on the ground like Hurds, eating very much. It was not until Winters walked beside him that the soldiers realized that the centurion was coming and quickly stood up to salute.

Winters called the sergeant to him: "Let everyone eat more meat and not drink alcohol."

The ten-men nodded and returned to the table.

Not far away, at the end of the long table, Andre waved straight to Winters.

Also sitting with Andre were Bud and the old man Hurd.

As soon as Winters walked over and sat down, a woman named Hurd immediately served a bowl of white soup and a plate of creepy sheep's heads - to be precise, a cooked sheep's head that was split in half and placed together.

"Eat quickly, wait for you to get in the table." Andrey winked at Winters: "This is something that the Heards offer to the most honorable guests."

"ah?"

The two holes stared at Winters in the position of the sheep's head's eyes, which doubled the pressure on Winters. He tasted the mutton soup, and the soup was very delicious. He seemed to add pepper and took a sip and felt warm all over.

"Centurion Montane, I have another unhappy request." Old Man Hurd, who was originally chatting with Bud, looked at Winters.

"What?" Winters buried his head in drinking the soup, his tone neither salty nor light. For some reason, he just couldn't like this old man.

"Mustas wants to perform a 'Kurhitahi' ceremony with you." Bad helped explain: "He explained to me for a long time, and I heard it was probably a ritual of oaths."

This ceremony is probably a pledge."

"It's not an oath, it's not just an oath." Old Man Hud said bluntly in a quirky accent: "'Kurshitahi' is a covenant witnessed by the gods, an unbreakable oath."

"Isn't that still an oath?" Winters said while drinking the soup.

"No... different." Old Man Hurd originally wanted to continue to explain, but after thinking about it, he gave up talking to the aliens: "You think it's an oath, that's an oath."

"Do you have to cut your palms and bleed? Actually, there is no need for us to engage in this formalism." Winters reluctantly put down the soup bowl: "I am a spellcaster, I don't believe anything, and I am also disgusted with self-harm. No matter what ceremony it is, it cannot restrain people's will. What I mortgage you is my honor."

"[Old language] I think it is necessary." Bard suddenly changed to the old language and pondered: "[Old language] other Huds do not trust us, but just obey Mustas' orders. It would be worth it if a ceremony could be trusted by other Huds."

"[Old Word] I don't want to put my own blood with a knife." Winters said angrily: "[Old Word] If you like you, go."

"[Old Words] But they will recognize you." Bud said with a smile.

"[The old words] are, that's." Andre was also overjoyed.

Old Man Hurd watched quietly as the three warrant officers talked in old words.

"Old man, I have something to ask you." Winters asked, "What was the ceremony you were talking about? Do you need to use your own blood?"

"Yes." Old Man Hurd's face was covered with smiles: "But it's okay to use blood."

...

The fire shone on Winters' face and on the face of Old Man Hurd.
To be continued...