"Uh, I'm sorry." Barbarian Arnold was stunned for a moment, then he restrained his rude attitude and apologized with an embarrassed face.
Downton was ready to take action, even if the other party was a barbarian, he was not afraid, but he didn't expect this guy to actually apologize.
"Bah, if it's enough to just say I'm sorry, why do we need the Sheriff?" Jackson spat and refused, "Compensation must be large."
"I, I have no money." Arnold blushed and argued, "Besides, it was just a touch, why should I pay?"
Everyone was shocked. They originally thought that a bloody battle was inevitable, but they didn't expect that this guy named Arnold actually gave in. Is he still a barbarian with unreasonableness engraved in his bones?
"That's enough!" Seeing that Jackson was still talking nonsense, Downton kicked him and then looked at Arnold, "What's your full name?"
The guy in front of him was not very old, twenty years old at most, but the patterns painted on his face and the dirt left by not bathing for many years obscured his skin color and youthfulness.
Arnold has long brown hair unique to barbarians, all braided into pigtails. He only wears a pair of small and pitiful cowhide briefs, almost naked, which also exposes his plump muscles to the air, especially his big breasts.
Muscles and eight-pack abs, they are incredibly toned.
"This guy is really strong." Some adventurers murmured, their eyes full of curiosity.
In fact, since the barbarians passed through the Great Wall, walked through the vast frozen soil of the North, and migrated to the extreme north thousands of years ago, except for some small tribes left in the deep mountains and old forests, there has been no trace of their lives in the human kingdom of the Western Continent for a long time.
Already.
Suddenly I saw an orthodox barbarian wearing a horned helmet, carrying a Viking battle ax, and with braided hair. No wonder everyone gathered to watch.
"Arnold, Arnold Schwarzenegger." The barbarian said intermittently. With a strong northern accent, it was obvious that he had not fully learned the Frankfurt language.
Although barbarians are the most popular gladiators in the Colosseum, even slave traders do not want to walk through the frozen soil of the North to capture them, because this trip is really a narrow escape.
"My name is Downton." Downton stretched out his right hand, "Where are you from?"
Arnold looked at Downton's palm and felt a little dazed. It took him half a year to finally come to the human country, but what he experienced was endless hostility.
Either he was hunted by slave gangs, or he was discriminated against because of his status as a barbarian. He couldn't even find a job, and even walked to the road. Even children would throw stones at him.
For more than half a year, he has been hungry, and the money he finally earned has been stolen. That's why he had such a big reaction to Jackson's question just now.
In the past, when encountering this kind of situation, he always showed a fierce look, otherwise a lot of trouble would follow.
"Hey, what do you mean? Do you look down on my master?" Seeing Arnold not shaking hands, Jackson became angry and pointed the crossbow at him.
"Shut up!" Downton had a kind personality, and he was curious about the scenery north of the Great Wall, so he answered Arnold. Since he ignored him, there was no need for him to stay.
"Sorry!" Arnold quickly held Downton's hand, very hard. Then he felt the body temperature of another person for the first time.
However, he quickly let go because he found that his hands were dirty and found five dark fingerprints on the back of Downton's hands.
Downton didn't mind. With a warm smile, he chose a topic that could easily bring us closer. "Why don't you change your outfit? That would make life easier."
Although Arnold was very tall, his face looked like he was suffering from chronic malnutrition. Downton could tell with his knees that he was not living a satisfactory life.
Let the other person talk to you, and you can quickly make the other person accept you. After three years of postman career, Downton learned some skills in getting along with others early on.
"This is the custom of the tribe and the totem of our barbarians!" Arnold held up his horned helmet and showed piety on his face. Even if life is difficult, they will not change their clothes and habits, because this represents the same as the tribe.
Now, it represents their beliefs.
Gulu, Arnold's stomach growled like a hungry elephant. There was nothing he could do. He hadn't had a full meal for a long time, and three days ago, he spent all his last silver coins.
"If you don't mind, I'll treat you to dinner!" Downton's sense of Arnold was pretty good. A person with persistence in his heart should not be a bad person.
Arnold's eyes subconsciously showed vigilance. He had been deceived too much and had become a frightened bird.
Downton shook his head and walked into the tavern without forcing himself.
"Hey, you are so poor that you only have a pair of underwear, and a battle axe. What can my master care about?" Jackson was very disdainful. "When he opened his wallet, the gold coins poured out could drown people alive."
Kill you!"
Arnold wanted to be tough, but the feeling of hunger on his empty stomach was like a tsunami, constantly destroying his nerves, making him unable to refuse the invitation and walked to the tavern.
"You can tell me about the scenery of the frozen soil in the North, and then this meal can be regarded as payment." Downton's voice came from inside, very considerate.
"Master, you are so kind. He is just a barbarian. Why are you accommodating him? If you don't eat, you will starve to death." Jackson didn't know why, but he just hated Arnold.
Arnold stopped in shock, and then showed a self-deprecating smile. He understood that the excuse the young man made was just to take care of his own self-esteem.
The hall was originally buzzing with people, but as Arnold entered, it immediately fell silent, with hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him.
"Sit over here!" Downton moved the chair and let Arnold sit down.
"Thank you!"
This was Arnold's first time entering a human tavern. Smelling the aroma of the food and looking at the gypsy dancers dancing on the central high platform, he felt a little embarrassed.
"What kind of dinner do you want? Bring it all!" Jackson shouted impatiently as soon as the waiter came over.
As a result, the table attracted more attention, and the adventurers were all surprised. This guy with green eyes should be a demon servant, but why can he even do such things as ordering food?
You must know that demon servants with high intelligence can only be summoned by magic users of the Judgment level. Downton is too young. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to be of that level.
Downton was used to being thrifty, but with Arnold sitting next to him, he couldn't scold Jackson, otherwise others would think he was stingy.
Jackson didn't hear Downton's words and thought that his behavior was acquiesced. Then he got even more serious. He waved his hand, pointed at the menu and shouted, "I want them all."
Phew, all the adventurers around were salivating. I really want to ask, do you know how many things are on the menu? Have you eaten it? Even if you have eaten it, can you afford to pay for it?
The waiter obviously had the same doubts and couldn't help but look at Downton. After all, after working for several years, she could tell who paid the bill on this table.
"What are you looking at? Master's money will not be wasted until it is wasted!" Jackson, who discovered that he had leaked, quickly made up for it, "If you can't finish it, you can pack it away. It will never be wasted."
Arnold didn't know whether he should interrupt in this situation.
"Serve the table full first, and then ask for more after you finish eating." Downton pinched his forehead. He felt that sooner or later, he would be pissed to death by Jackson.
"Hey, cheapskate." Jackson muttered, and when the waiter walked away, he quickly yelled, "Bring me a barrel of the best wine."
Arnold was very hungry, and he was a little reserved at first, but as the conversation progressed, his eating habits became more and more ugly, and he even grabbed a whole roast goose and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil.
Jackson was not much better. His rotten teeth chewed things very fast, worthy of a ghoul. He could even crush bones.
Downton asked Arnold while picking up food, finally satisfying his thirst for knowledge.
Walking through the frozen soil of the North, probably in the extreme north of the Western Continent, there are also some small islands. Barbarians live on those vast ice sheets. Because of the harsh climate and environment, survival is very difficult. Most of the tribesmen simply cannot survive.
Not enough to eat.
In the past ten years, the living conditions have become worse and worse. Arnold has never had a full meal since he was born. After accidentally hearing from the elders in the clan how rich the Western Land is, their generation
The young people could no longer hold themselves back and secretly formed a group to head south.
"There were six hundred and seventy-two people in total, and only thirty-two of them finally reached the Great Wall of Despair." Arnold chewed the beef, no longer feeling the sweetness of the food, but the endless bitterness.
He thought again of that difficult trek.
Watching the tribesmen continue to fall down and leaving their bodies on the ice field, watching the sick tribesmen walk into the wind and snow because they don’t want to hurt everyone, the feeling of powerlessness and powerlessness is like the bite of a poisonous snake, gnawing away
their hearts.
Downton patted Arnold on the shoulder and sighed. Survival was not easy. Compared with these barbarians, the suffering he suffered was nothing to mention.
"It's so bitter!" Jackson commented after swallowing the foie gras and taking a sip of wine.
Downton rolled his eyes at the demon servant, this guy was too mean-mouthed, he was just rubbing salt into other people's wounds.
"Thank you!"
Thirty-two barbarians who came to the human kingdom saw a fertile land and a prosperous world, but they were not qualified to enjoy it all because they were from alien tribes and were out of place.
Arnold was sincerely grateful to Downton, because this was the first time he experienced kindness. Downton's eyes without contempt or vigilance made him feel much more relaxed, just like getting along with those old friends.
"Have you got a job recently? If you have free time, would you like to help me with some small favors?" Downton decided to help Arnold. Besides, he can walk through the frozen soil of the North, so he must be very strong. "Don't worry about commissions, just do it."
If you do well, there will be rewards.”
Arnold, who had been unemployed, knew that Downton was taking care of his face, and was a little touched. Just as he was about to agree, a white bear hound nearly two meters long came out of the thorns and pounced directly on the dining table.