Chapter 116: Surrender

This barbarian dressed in a slightly civilized manner involuntarily straightened his chest. He saw that I was in a difficult situation and it was time for me to ask him for help.

Looking at his arrogant look, just like a Gallic rooster with its head held high, I kept silent and waited for him to see what conditions this guy would offer.

I guess his status is not that high. Although he is very proud of me now, he immediately shows a respectful attitude towards the old witch in front of him. I guess he can tell who is higher and who is lower. He leaned down and whispered a few words to the old witch.

The old witch didn't even open her eyes. She even raised her chin slightly with a smug look, enjoying the pleasure of victory to her heart's content without showing any joy. The grandchildren sitting next to her seemed to be fine, closing their eyes as if they were asleep.

After a long time, the old witch moved. She raised her chin, opened and closed her mouth, and said a lot of gibberish. The fake "civilized" young man (I really don't know what to call this guy. You can say he is a barbarian, but his hairstyle is not that barbaric, and he also knows Latin. You can say he is a civilized man, but he is also a barbarian, with no other difference except his hairstyle) just listened quietly, looking very serious.

"Our noble priest said," this "fake civilized" guy puffed out his chest and almost pointed his nose at me. At this moment, they have the upper hand.

"You have angered our gods now. It is not impossible to resolve the situation. You must atone your sins in order for your companions to survive."

"Atonement?"

I thought that atonement was only the exclusive domain of the high-sounding Christianity, but I never expected that the native shamanism also had the concept of atonement.

"Yes, that's the term used by the heretics who imitate your faith. In order to get the gods' forgiveness, you must pay a price!"

The price, although I remained silent on the surface, but in my heart I had already laughed my head off, getting the forgiveness of the gods, not to mention trying to please this damn arrogant witch.

I gently placed the opened chain mail on Andrew's back, and in order to prevent further damage, I also applied a layer of herbs on his back. Andrew just gasped, but there was no other sound, so he must not be in any pain.

I took a deep breath and said to myself: Let me see what kind of benefit these damn guys want. As long as they don't eat me, I really can't think of any way they can humiliate me, but I think I can still tolerate it! As long as it doesn't involve gay issues.

I came in front of them, the "fake civilized" guy, and the large group of barbarians behind the witch, including the five girls who were just sewing fur. They all stared at me intently.

"Speak!"

I spread out my hands, feeling relieved, and faced the witch and everyone else.

"Wah-wa-wa-wa, quack!"

The old witch hadn't spoken yet, but the "girl killer" holding my lance spoke first. I couldn't understand this strange language, so I turned my eyes to the "fake civilized" boy.

"Yeah, our God of War (God of War, damn, just this thief?) said that if we pray to God for forgiveness, we must kneel down and show submission!"

A gesture of surrender? This was something I couldn’t understand. Perhaps because he saw my puzzled look, the “fake civilized” guy immediately demonstrated it to me.

It turns out that what they call submission is not kneeling down and kowtow to the old witch like in our Eastern civilization. Instead, it means lying face down on the ground with the whole body stretched out, which is a humiliating surrender and weakness in the culture of the barbarians, and it is an act that they despise as so-called warriors.

This was the tradition of the barbarians in the Gaul provinces during the Caesar era, and they also surrendered to Julius Gaius Caesar in this way. Hundreds of years later, the original barbarians were assimilated into "civilized people" like the Romans, and those who refused to assimilate had to retreat to the barren land north of the Rhine, which was regarded as the edge of the world by the Romans. They still had the intention of interfering with the Romans.

These barbarians were obviously still brooding over such a shameful history. They wanted to show me how powerful they were, so that the Romans would bow their heads and beg for mercy in front of them, and vent their anger for being humiliated hundreds of years ago! But for me, for Andrew, this was nothing. I easily followed the example of that "fake civilized" guy and lay on the ground with my limbs spread out.

Because I was lying face down, the ground blocked my entire vision, but I heard a slight commotion among these barbarians. I guess their vanity must have been greatly satisfied at this moment.

"Ham cries loudly, Pizza no Turudmu!"

I heard the thief "Girl Killer", followed by a series of slow footsteps in front of me.

“Haha!”

I suddenly felt a heavy object pressing on my helmet. It was the foot of this damn bastard! This bastard actually stepped on my head. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. At this moment, I wanted to kill them all. But Andrew was still lying there. If I didn't please them, they wouldn't save Andrew, and then Andrew would die.

Thinking of this, my clenched fists relaxed, and I kept telling myself in my heart: Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

"Hey! Oh~"

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I heard the bastard whistling overhead, and I heard footsteps again. The footsteps came to his side, and I heard him mumbling a few words. I heard the voice of the "fake civilized" guy again.

"Well, our God of War said so." The "fake civilized" guy cleared his throat, as if it was difficult for him to say this. He continued, "He thinks your behavior is not pious enough! You are dressed like a Roman officer, so it must be fun to humiliate a Roman officer!"

"So, what else do you want to do?"

I clenched my teeth, yes, I clenched my teeth again, I felt that I could no longer control the urge to kill! But Andrew was still on the verge of death, OK, in this case, I will endure it.

I just heard them whispering to each other again. I guess they were thinking about how to torture me.

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(End of this chapter)