Vol 2 Chapter 146

Chapter 146: The Hope of Warm Words (8)

While Brando gently said sorry, the quarrel in the longhouse seemed to be upgraded at this moment-

"嘭" There was a loud noise, and the young man patted his hands on the table spliced ​​with pine boards. "I don't agree!" He flushed his eyes and scolded his teeth, "Funiya is still a child, the daughter of Lord Sally! And we are men in the tribe, men, you have to rely on exchanging the life of a child Will you survive? "

"Can you do it?"

"Can!"

The roar of the young man echoed in the long house, and when everyone looked at me and I looked at you, no one dared to answer. Bolton hugged his hands and remained silent, while the elder just sighed slightly-he looked up and blinked his old, muddy eyes.

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Who is that?" Brando asked, looking at the longhouse.

"Brother To." The little girl replied lowly in elf language, and she blinked, her voice so crisp that it fell like a string of silver bells on the open space in the forest.

Brando nodded.

There was a moment of silence in the long house.

"Enough," the thin middle-aged man sighed for a long time, and he shook his head: "Tuo, you said enough, don't hurt everyone any more."

"Uncle Cliff!" The young man clenched his fists.

"It's enough, why don't we understand it-but we are Seniyas, do you understand? This is the fate we carry, life and death, not our choice."

"Tuo, do you remember those people who died in the forest?" The middle-aged asked lowly.

The young man loosened a little, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable; he could only bit his upper lip tightly, raised his head, took a deep breath, and blinked red eyes: "Of course, my father ... "

"He is here to keep you alive, boy." The elder sighed.

"I know."

"Every one of us is," the middle-aged responded, "so please consider our position, as well as those of the dead people."

"In the legend of our Seniya, there is such a long song in the forest, but the souls of our ancestors are watching us in this forest; they fight, bleed and sacrifice in the black forest from generation to generation , But it doesn't make us impulsive to mourn it all. "

"Do you understand?" He asked word by word.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and someone was sobbing.

"I know."

"But, do we just live like this forever? What does it make sense, Lord Niya also said that people are not just alive, it is enough-" Don't wipe your eyes and wipe your eyes, choking: "Can you give up everything in order to live?"

"At least there is hope," said the middle-aged person, shaking his head: "If I can't see hope, please, at least I hope to leave this hope to you-"

The young man bowed his head.

"Elder, make your decision." The middle-aged man turned his head.

A flash of sorrow flashed in the elder's eyes, and he was silent for a moment: "Okay, but none of us have the right to let other people die for us. I hope you can ask Funia's own opinion."

"But there was no such precedent." Someone in the crowd said.

"That's because the people who made choices were men in the clan or old people. I believe they have the ability to judge and understand what they are doing." The elder replied, lowering his eyelids.

Everyone froze, then silent.

"Kuniya is a child. What does she know? Do we have to let a tribe decide the fate of a tribe? This is too hasty!" Some people in the crowd objected.

The middle-aged person's face also cooled down.

"But now you also have to rely on a small child to save yourself, don't you-even if it is a last resort, shouldn't you be ashamed?" The middle-aged man turned his head, looking at the black people in the long house, and asked with a little anger.

"Say this, but there has never been such a precedent before. Besides, Funia is the granddaughter of the elder ..." someone whispered.

This sentence seemed to be a stone thrown into the water, and the crowd couldn't help but be quiet. The lowering of the head's support was a little later and he reacted-he turned back like an angry lion and stared at the crowd. that person.

Thor hardly believed that anyone else thought so at this moment.

"Indeed, she is not your daughter, so can you just send her out in exchange for your survivors?" The young man was almost roaring, and he yelled out in a rage: "You **** , You don't deserve to be called a Senia, now you get out of me— "

His frightening eyes scared the man back pale.

"You, what are you talking about, I just say a possibility, but it doesn't mean that it is true ..." The man stuttered and answered: "Furthermore, it is not impossible. Thanks, you can guarantee the elders. Don't you think so? Are you an elder? "

The elder glanced here without saying a word.

The young man clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to burst. But at this time, a small, soft sound penetrated a moment of silence in the long house:

"Don't make a noise—!"

The door was unknown when it was pushed open.

Funia, wearing a linen skirt, stood outside the door; the little girl clenched her fists with her little hands, and almost exhausted her whole body before shouting this sentence—

"Everyone, stop arguing ..."

She opened her eyes, with a pleading in the deep green, and the tears could not stop falling; the little girl looked at everyone with tears in her eyes and sobbed into the long house: "I'm sorry, dad, grandpa, sorry, It's all Funia ... "

For a while.

Except for Furiya's cry, there was silence in the long house.

The middle-aged man was silent, he stood up silently, walked slowly to Funia; slowly crouched down, hugged the little girl and whispered: "I'm sorry! Funia, we really damn, we damn— — "

In the middle of the crowd, Bolton suddenly hugged his head and burst into tears.

For a while, everyone was silent.

Only the eyes of the elders fell outside the long house--

The old man slowly stood up and bowed slightly to Brando outside the door: "Let you see the joke, sir."

Brando put a hand on his hilt, and he looked at them without saying a word.

He didn't even know how he felt at this moment, but felt that he couldn't say a word; his hands clenched his hilt, his knuckles rattled, but it seemed like he could make himself better.

He silently saw the Senia's elderly elder rise from the table, staring at him with a look of astonishment, as if he had dropped his knees with great determination-kneeling deeply in front of himself, Head-to-head:

"Sir, please help us!"

"I know, I can't give you that trouble, but ..."

The old man begged almost in tears.

Everyone was silent, and everyone's eyes were on Brando alone.

The young man saw Funia with dim eyes and Bolton crying, and sighed slightly in his heart. But he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, only he felt panicked.

He moved his lips and seemed to want to speak.

But at this time, he felt a soft little hand holding his hand strongly—the young man froze slightly. He turned his head and saw a pair of dark eyes.

Impertinence and determination were hidden in those beautiful eyes at the same time--

It's Antitina.

She still followed.

The noble Qian Jin also couldn't bear to watch this scene. She almost hesitated and shook, but in the end the young girl took a breath and gently grasped Brando's hand.

She shook her head slightly at him.

"Master Lord." When the girl spoke, she felt that the four words seemed to be four sharp-handled knives, one of which was stabbed in her heart-she bit her teeth and read it word by word.

Brando looked at her.

Everyone else looked at both of them.

"Do you want to convince me, Antitina." Brando asked.

Antitina said nothing, just looked at him.

"Are you patient?" Brando asked.

Antitina bit her lip. She looked at everyone present, the elder's sad and cloudy eyes, the little girl's father's hate, painful eyes, and Furia's helpless, pitiful eyes, and the presence The helpless, begging eyes of everyone.

Every time I looked at it, the girl's face became paler and paler, as if she had lost her blood.

But her hands gripped tighter, her knuckles almost white.

"You hate me, Lord Lord," the girl took a breath and shook her head: "I will not allow it, I will never allow you to do that; Lord Lord, you know that you have to face this step. What, it ’s Grudin, Madara, and the Jean-Dernell family, an endless army. If you promise them, it will be the result of being broken into pieces-- "

"I know, Lord Lord, you don't care. Because you are the bravest and most upright knight Antinina has ever seen, it seems like the ancient times described by Antitina in the past Like nobles, I always thought it was just a legend, Lord Lord, you told me a real possibility ... "

"But I care!"

"Because of this, I won't just watch you go to death; for this, even if everyone hates me, I don't care—" The girl looked up at him, sternly and vocally. Answered.

For a moment, Brando was silent. He never thought that Antitina would think so. He glanced at the aristocracy, lowered his head, and replied softly:

"Thank you."

He closed his eyes and exhaled. Then he opened it, squatted and patted Funiya's head, then he stood up and turned away.

"Master Lord?"

Antinina froze.

Everyone also sighed a little. They looked at the young man's back, and the expectations in his heart diminished a little. But they also understood the words of Antitina, indeed, they were not qualified to force a stranger to die for themselves.

What qualifications do they have?

Besides, it can be seen that the young man was uncomfortable. This shows that he cares about them. No one ever cared about how the Seniyas lived, but they saw anger and sadness on the young man's face.

It is not mercy or charity, but empathy.

When the young man looked back, everyone couldn't help but clenched his fists. It was not anger, but a deep sorrow for fate.

Lord Martha, Goddess Niya, isn't it enough to punish the fate of the Senes?

"Let's go, Antitina."

Brando didn't look back, so he whispered.

After Antinina reacted for a moment, she let go of her hand and let out a slight sigh of relief, somehow. When she saw the young man's back, she felt a little loss in her heart, as if she had buried something herself.

The nobleman lowered his head and pressed his own chest.

Behind her, was Funia sobbing--