Chapter 148: Gratitude, Bonfire, and Fruit

It was almost evening after the craniotomy.

After chatting for more than an hour, it was already dark when Ryan walked out of the bamboo house of the great witch priest Mafa.

But as soon as he reached the stairs of the bamboo building, he was startled.

There was a sea of heads in front of him, and the barbarians stared at him with wide eyes. Their dark brown skin blended into the darkness, but the whites of their eyes were like light bulbs shining brightly.

When he grinned again, his bright white teeth were all visible.

" What's going on?"

Before Lei could come to his senses from his daze, he saw a bonfire suddenly lit up not far away. Then the group of barbarian warriors in front of him knelt on one knee and pounded their chests with their right fists: "The Coleman warriors extend their most sincere greetings to our friends who have come from afar..."

"friend!"

“…”

Someone started the cheer, and then like a wave, thousands of people followed suit and cheered.

These guys were full of energy and had loud voices, and their shouting sounded like a mountain torrent, shaking the bamboo building. It was particularly shocking in the night.

"Thank you for saving High Priest Hela. Your kindness and generosity have earned you the friendship of our Korman tribe!"

"You are the eternal friend of our 'Wind Mountain Tribe' and the eternal friend of our Coleman Tribe!"

“…”

Especially the warriors from the Wind Mountain Tribe who had sent High Priest Hela here for healing. Their faces were flushed red and they were so excited that they seemed to be pouring out their hearts to show their sincerity.

Ryan knew that this was the highest etiquette for Coleman warriors.

But they were enemies during the day, but now they had to kneel down to pay respects at night. He was still a little uncomfortable with it, so he quickly said, "Well...you don't have to be polite. I'm a doctor, and this is what I should do."

In fact, Ryan didn’t know why these Coleman people reacted so strongly, but in fact this was also the most simple side of the tribesmen.

The last time Ryan saved Wu Duo, there was no witness, so this favor was not considered too big. And in a way, it was also an exchange of interests... In fact, strictly speaking, Ryan was actually an accomplice in arresting her.

But this time it was completely different. In front of the high priest Mafa, he used his medical skills to save a veteran high priest of the Coleman tribe who should have died.

They are completely two different concepts.

In this primitive tribal culture, the priest is the witch doctor, potion master, teacher and the person who gives everything to the warriors of the entire tribe.

The high priest has an extremely high status in the tribe, higher than parents, chiefs, and even the lives of the warriors themselves.

So, when people knew that Ryan had saved High Priest Hela, everyone's hatred turned into gratitude and was expressed in words and actions.

…

At this time, the High Priest Hela, who was rescued, also came over and said to Ryan sincerely, "Dr. Ryan, thank you for your emotional help. You saved my life."

Ryan was really flattered. He quickly helped the high priest, who was slightly taller than him even when he was kneeling on one knee. "Saving lives is a doctor's duty. Besides, Master Wuji has given me the best gift... Don't be too polite."

High Priest Hela stood up, and at this time, Udo also came over.

She was most familiar with Ryan and had no reservations. She said, "There should have been a grand celebration dinner to welcome our Coleman friends. But because there is a war ahead, we can only have a small bonfire dinner today... Let's go and feel the enthusiasm of our Coleman warriors."

"The enthusiasm of the warriors?"

Ryan's face twitched slightly when he heard this. It was probably because he had read too much bad information in his previous life. The first thing that came to his mind was a bunch of muscular men surrounding him and laughing... enthusiastically.

He didn't know that the Colemans, both men and women, were called warriors...

…

Bonfires, barbecues, mountains of fruit, passionate war dances...

Ryan didn't expect that when they came at noon, they were still "prisoners" locked in cages, but now they have become guests who are warmly entertained.

As the person involved, he probably knew the ins and outs of the matter, but Basel and the other "captives" who were confused throughout the whole process were the ones who were really surprised.

On this day, the legend's mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

In the evening, Bazel saw a group of barbarians walking towards the wooden cage aggressively, so he opened his cage, but the legend was not scared.

The cellmate standing by had already learned that there was only one result of opening the cage, and that was to kill the animal and "sacrifice it to the gods."

Although Bazel knew his fate long ago, he was still angry: Even if it is a "sacrifice to the gods", there should be a first-come-first-served order, right? !

The few people who came before hadn't had their turn yet, so why was it suddenly his turn?

As a result, when the legend was about to struggle one last time with the [Magic Lock], he found that the barbarians were surprisingly polite .

Eh... not "sacrifice to the gods"?

Although they couldn't communicate in the same language, Basel understood that the barbarians had no intention of taking him away for "sacrifice" but rather releasing him and unlocking the [Magic Lock].

Not only him, but also Carl and old man Tuster.

Then, Bazel was brought here by a group of barbarians and was fed and well-fed...

The legend also guessed that the reason for such a drastic change in their treatment was probably because Ryan, who had been taken out of the cage before, had done something terrible.

Now that he finally saw the people from Rennes, Basel had a lot of questions, but he couldn't find anyone to ask, so he was not going to let them go.

He asked anxiously, "Ryan boy, what on earth have you done? Why are these barbarians suddenly offering us good food and drink?"

This isn't the case with beheading meals. After all, Sam and the others in the cage next door had never had meat to eat before.

"I saved a wounded high priest, and then they treated us as friends," Ryan explained.

"ah?"

Bazel was a little bit incredulous. "You kid have such ability? Even the great witch priest couldn't save the person, but you saved him?"

In his eyes, Ryan was good, but he was not powerful enough to solve the problems that even "Legend" could not solve.

"I performed a very difficult craniotomy on them. You know, their witch doctor is a magician and can't handle very delicate surgeries..."

Ryan shrugged and explained briefly, not wanting to say more.

At this time, he looked around and didn't see the Tust grandfather and grandson, so he asked curiously: "By the way, where are Grandpa Tust and the others?"

Bazel spread his hands and said, "I don't know. When they came out before, they were carried away by a few guys who looked like wild doctors..."

And it was a coincidence that at this time,

Old Man Tust and Carl were also surrounded by a group of barbarians.

Surprisingly, the old man was actually sitting on a chair!

This shocked Ryan greatly.

When it comes to the old man's physical condition, he knows it all.

The old man's muscles had all atrophied, so it was impossible for him to sit up.

Now he is sitting in the chair...

The only explanation is that the "Mandolin Flesh Paralysis Toxin" in his body has been completely eliminated!

Ryan saw that the old man looked better than ever and greeted him, "Karl, Grandpa Tuster!"

When Carl saw Ryan, he ran over excitedly, chirping like a magpie: "Brother Ryan, look... look! They cured my grandfather of the poison. Grandpa can sit up now. He even moved his fingers just now!"

After thirty years of high-level paralysis, the nerves had long forgotten the feeling of the body's existence. Although the toxins had been cleared, it would still take a long recovery process.

However, being able to sit up is a good start.

"Thank you, Ryan..."

Tust also had a complicated look in his eyes, and a happy smile from the bottom of his heart on his face.

But as I laughed, tears began to flow again.

He seemed to be talking to someone else, or perhaps to himself, "I never thought that there would be a day in this life when I would be able to feel the existence of my body..."

A person with one foot half in the coffin has long become indifferent to life and death.

Even though he was captured by this barbarian tribe, he did not feel too depressed. Dying here was no different from dying anywhere else.

But suddenly today, the toxin that the top doctors in the medical field had determined to be incurable was actually cured!

Thirty years...

He had never felt as comfortable as he did today, like an old goshawk that had its feathers plucked and its beak broken. At this moment, he was "reborn" both physically and mentally.

Tust was suddenly full of expectations for his future life. As long as he didn't die, the countless super-complex mechanical designs in his mind that had not yet been realized would finally have a chance to come to life...

God of Steam Blessings...

Oh no!

It was not just the blessing of the God of Steam. He knew that all this was the result of the hard work of the young man from Ryan in front of him.

My old friend really has accepted a good disciple.

Ryan looked at everyone and smiled happily, "Haha, Grandpa Tust, you must recover well. When you get better, I'm still waiting for you to help me design the mechanical city."

Tust's eyes were moist, and he readily agreed: "Okay... What kind of mechanical city do you want?"

Ryan casually asked, "Can someone who can fly?"

Tust also said solemnly: "Okay!"

At this time, Ryan turned to Udo who was standing beside him. He knew that all this was thanks to this group of kind and simple Coleman people.

He said sincerely in Korman: "Thank you, High Priest Wuduo, and thank you to the witch doctors of your tribe."

For the first time, a smile appeared on Wu Duo's face. He said, "This is what you deserve for saving the Hela priest. We, the Korman tribe, know how to repay a favor. For our enemies, we have spears and bows and arrows; for our friends, we have fine wine and barbecue..."

The bonfire reflected on the young high priest's face, making it red.

For the first time, Ryan felt that this barbarian chick finally looked a bit like a "chick".

…

Coleman's men and women performed a war dance around the campfire with great enthusiasm.

Hey~Hey yo~Hey he!

Low shouts sounded rhythmically, and people stepped on the drums and danced wildly like wild beasts.

Ryan was also pulled by Udo to jump around the fire in the crowd. He was infected by the atmosphere and laughed and danced.

If there were no war, how happy would this group of peaceful people be.

I danced so much that I got tired.

Sit down and eat some barbecued meat of some unknown kind, drink some fruit wine with low alcohol content, and eat some delicious fruits that I can’t name.

Looking at this group of simple Coleman people who were called "savages", Ryan suddenly had a complex look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he asked Wu Duo beside him, "Um... the witch priest asked me a lot of questions before, but there is one question I have never dared to ask..."

It was very noisy around, and Wu Duo didn't hear clearly, so he put his face close to hers, "What's wrong?"

Ryan: "Have you ever thought about migrating your tribe?"

He knew very well that no matter how strong the Coleman warriors were individually, they would always have an irreparable disadvantage in a large-scale war when fighting head-on with the Mechanical City. Moreover, they had the advantage of having several times more people.

In fact, the outcome of this war was determined from the beginning.

Hearing this, Wu Duo did not answer immediately, the blazing bonfire was reflected in her eyes.

"We, the Coleman people, have lived in this jungle for generations. This is our home and we are familiar with every tree and blade of grass in the jungle. Where can we move to? Besides, our duty is to protect the temple. As long as there is a Coleman warrior still alive, we will never let the enemy trample on the dignity of the temple..."

“…”

After hearing this, Ryan said nothing more.

In fact, he had guessed this result as early as when he asked the question.

The more simple a person is, the firmer his beliefs are.

The Coleman clan had already made plans to fight the enemy to the death.

…

Boring topics are not suitable for discussion at festive occasions.

After hanging out with the scavengers for a long time, Ryan gradually developed a mentality of enjoying the present.

Coleman's soldiers were very enthusiastic. They came over one after another, holding wine barrels as big as their heads, to toast.

The fruit wine is smooth and has a strong aftertaste.

I have to say, the barbecue is delicious.

I don’t know what kind of monster’s meat it is, but it’s golden and oily, and the meaty aroma is so fragrant when I put it in my mouth.