Law of the Devil Chapter 179: [A reasonable lie]
Chapter 179 [A Reasonable Lie]
That night, Ruolin brought all the purchased slaves back to the workshop behind the shop. After learning about Du Wei's identity, the slave trader gave away several young and beautiful female slaves in order to please the young duke.
These indigenous people from the South Ocean seem to be honest, but Ruo Lin still feels a slight fault. It was just what was wrong, but she couldn't make it clear for a moment.
The slaves ... seem to be too obedient.
Different from Du Wei from childhood to childhood. Ruo Lin has traveled on the mainland and has seen many slaves. The slaves were either savage savages, and only the whip made them obedient. Or, those slaves who have been tamed are always numb with blank eyes, empty eyes, carrying heavy labor work with a thin body, with a miserable expression and numbness.
But are these batches of slaves ... introduced from the time when they were delivered to themselves by slave traders, they should still be a group of "raw slaves", but this batch of raw slaves is too obedient.
Twenty young men, the expression on their faces is not so numb, but rather surprising ... mechanical?
Yes, it's machinery!
They seem to simply obey their orders. There is no joy or anger on their faces, nor the sadness after becoming a slave, and the loss of being looted away from their homeland.
What makes Ruolin even more ridiculous is that she seemed to have a moment in the body of these twenty male slaves, as if feeling a breath similar to ... soldiers!
Yes, it's a soldier! Their actions are neat, fast, and efficient. Even after being arranged in the workshop. It seemed that the servants who were holding the whip next to them to drive them out were completely furnishings. The slaves consciously entered a large house where they lived, and quietly finished the evening dinner. Ruolin was still a kind person, and the dinner she prepared for these slaves was not bad.
But the slaves were not happy or angry. After eating quietly, they went to rest silently ... And, when they were eating, they knew they would line up!
The only thing that didn't move. It was the old and the young in the slaves. The two guys sat quietly on the ground. Naturally there was a young man who brought them some food. Even if Lin observed in secret, only after the old man and the teenager had finished eating, other slaves dared to eat.
If she observes Ruo Lin for one night secretly, she seems to catch a little thought. She immediately went to see Du Wei that night and told the young master what she had discovered tonight.
Dowie was wearing a nightgown, and he was already in bed. He was called by Mard. Because Du Wei had given an order, if it was Ruo Lin's request, at any time, he should tell himself at first time, and his subordinates were not allowed to refuse the request of His Excellency the Knight.
At this moment Du Wei met Ruolin in his study. He sat in a chair in his robe, groaned for a while, and glanced at the horsewoman in front of him: "What do you mean, what is the young and the young. It seems to be the heads of the slaves?"
"It's not that simple." Ruo Lin slowly said, "I don't know how to describe it. I mainly think that the two people, one old and one young, seem to have a temperament. I can't describe what it is, but it is very Obviously, especially the old man, seems to have become accustomed to the actions of a superior. Such a temperament. I seem to have seen it only in some big nobles in the capital. And these slaves are young and strong, the most important Yes, they were clearly trained when they acted, and I suspect that they even received some training similar to soldiers. Although in our eyes, they are far worse than the soldiers in the Empire's army ... However, it's quite a bit like that. You know. They are indigenous! Originally just a group of savages like an indigenous tribe! Such temperament was found in such people. Isn't it a strange thing? "
As soon as Dewey's eyes brightened, he immediately went back to the bedroom to get dressed. He asked Mad to prepare the horses and rushed back to the workshop behind the shop with Ruo Lin overnight.
Then, in a prepared empty house, Du Wei asked Ruo Lin to find the old, the young and the two slaves.
He wants to meet the two guys in person.
The rooms in the workshop are not large. Du Wei sat in a chair and watched the two guys quietly in front of him.
Soon, he made his judgement. The old man didn't seem to deal with it very well, because there was no trace of panic in his eyes, his lips were pursed, and his face was a little calm. The kid was also quite calm, but after all, he was still young. When he first entered the room, his eyes turned, revealing a hint of intimidation, which was clearly captured by Du Wei.
"Say your name." Du Wei sat on the chair lightly, he looked into the eyes of the old slave: "I know you can speak our language, the person who sold you to me introduced you You seem to be the smartest of the slaves.
"Benka." The old slave spit out a short word: "Benka, my name."
His continental language is very good. Although the bite is still a bit unclear, the meaning is very accurate.
"Your original identity." Du Wei smiled.
The old man was silent and didn't answer.
"You must understand one thing." Du Wei said in a slow tone: "I don't care what your identity was in your place before, but now, here, your identity is my slave. You and all of you are mine! Do you understand? "
The old man's face showed a struggle, then seemed helpless, and whispered, "I used to be a tribal sacrifice."
Du Wei nodded.
His old man started from the military achievements of the expedition to Nanyang. Du Wei also knows a little about the customs of Nanyang tribe. In those tribes in Nanyang, the sacrifice status is even more honorable than the tribal chief.
"So, what about him?" Du Wei glanced at the child beside him: "What is his identity?"
Old Benka hesitated: "He is the son of the chief of our tribe ... our tribe was destroyed by your army, most of them have died, and the rest have been captured."
Oh ... the son of an extinct tribal chief?
Du Wei laughed: "Say this. Are the young slaves with you all of you tribe?"
"Yes." Benka nodded: "All of them, they respect me and the chief's son. This is our tradition."
Well, this explanation seems reasonable.
Du Wei smiled, and he stood up and said to Benka: "Your answer is very good. But I need you to understand one thing. No matter how prominent you are before, now you are my slaves. . "
"I understand." There was no resistive expression on Lao Benkadi's face, and he seemed obedient.
Du Wei nodded: "I am a kind person, I will not abuse you, and I will not treat you like animals. I will make you full and warm. Even if you are obedient, I can also allow you a little free time every night to pray for the gods of your faith.
"..." Old Benka looked up. Looking at Du Wei in surprise.
This young teenager knows our customs?
There are many islands on the vast seas of the South Ocean, and there are many different tribes on different islands. These indigenous cultures are similar, and their beliefs are completely different from the mainland. Du Wei had been interested in this point. When I was a kid, I quietly studied some.
After all, he was a navy commander, and his family still has a lot of customs about Nanyang. In addition, many of the guards in the family were veterans who had gone to Nanyang with Earl Raymond. No one would be surprised by this young master's curiosity: young children. It's normal to be curious. Du Wei also heard some old guards tell about some Nanyang customs.
Not like Roland. There is only one shrine in the Roland continent, and the whole continent only believes in one deity, the **** of light.
The tribes of Nanyangdi, the spiritual land system they believe in, seem to be more complicated than the civilized continent!
According to the legend of the Nanyang tribe, an ancient **** of the heavens created this world, and after the **** of god, he gave birth to a bunch of sons and daughters. These have become many and various gods, these gods are in charge of the world and nature. The complexity is far more than the temple scriptures on the mainland.
For example, there are the goddess in charge of harvest, the goddess in charge of the rainy season, the sun **** in charge of the sun ... (Because of the climate, the indigenous people in the tropical oceans have never seen snow, so the legend of the **** of nature The deity in charge of snow and ice is missing).
And those tribes in Nanyang, each tribe has its own deities. Will choose a son or daughter of God as the protector of his tribe.
They follow the common God of Creation. Acknowledge the existence of the **** of heaven, as well as the existence of the protector of other tribes between each other.
This makes Du Wei very interesting. Because on Roland. The doctrine of the temple is very clear: there is only one deity in the world, which is the bright **** worshipped by the temple. Apart from that, all other so-called deities are evil heresies and are false gods. The **** of light is the only **** between heaven and earth. Such religions have a very strong exclusivity.
Of course, the only more enlightened thing is: you can choose not to believe in religion and deities.
However, even if you do n’t believe, you are not a believer, you must not insult the gods, or vilify the gods and other believers. This is a decree. Moreover, no other religion is allowed!
Either you believe in the God of Light, or you do n’t believe anything! Otherwise, I am afraid they will be arrested by the temple in the name of heresy, and may even be burned to death.
Nanyang's indigenous peoples never seem to conflict with each other's religious beliefs. They acknowledge and respect the deities of other tribes, and acknowledge that the world is governed by many deities.
Most of the tribes in Nanyang have a ritual of worshipping and praying to the gods in the tribe every day and evening. The ritual is presided over by the tribe's sacrifice.
"You know our customs well." This card opened his mouth, and he only said that for a long time.
"Yes, know a little." Du Wei smiled lightly: "I can give you freedom to pray. Of course, unless you obediently obey."
"Thank you. You are a kind host." Old Benka bent over, "I will make them obedient."
Du Wei then walked to Benka as if he was casual, and his eyes drifted over the exposed part of Benka's arm, where there was a tattoo.
"What is this?" Du Wei laughed. "Is this your totem?"
"... is the earth." Benka nodded: "Our envelope is the sun god, this is the totem of the sun wheel, and also the totem of our tribe. Our former tribe was called the sun wheel tribe."
Dou Wei nodded, and then he seemed to smile, let Ruolin take the young and old down.
Just as Old Benka and the boy were about to go out, Du Wei suddenly called him again. Leng Buding said from the back: "Why does the chief's son not have a tattoo on his body? I heard that with you, everyone with a distinguished status must have a tattoo?"
Lao Benka turned around, his expression was calm: "Yes, you are right, master. But with us, we are only adults when we are over fourteen years old. After entering the ceremony, Only qualified to tattoo. And he is only twelve. "
"Oh, then, the last question." Du Wei came to the boy with a smile. His face was very kind, and Wen Yan said, "What's your name?"
The teenager's eyes were a little panicky, and he said involuntarily, "Luffick ..."
Du Wei smiled, he glanced at the old Benka. The smile in his eyes grew colder.
"Luffick. A good name." Du Wei sneered: "Ruolin, take this Luffick to the room next to him, and let him taste some interesting things!"
After speaking, Dewey turned back to his chair and sat down quietly.
If Ruolin has already stood up, there are already two dumb-faced brawny men striding up behind her, and she can't help but seize the small ground Lu Feike. He brought up this little year, and then he grabbed into a room next door.
The two men under Ruolin are both pirates, with a smile on their faces, they are definitely not good people at first glance. The old Benka's face changed immediately, and he turned to angrily and shouted to Du Wei, "Honorable Master, you are ..."
"This is a punishment for lies." Du Wei sat in a chair and looked at the old guy coldly.
Old Benka plopped to his knees. "I ... I didn't lie! I said everything is really ..."
"Hmm!" Du Wei sneered: "Sunwheel tribe? Sacrifice? Chief's son? Rufick? Do you really think I am a fool aristocrat who is so deceived!"
Just now. Suddenly a panic scream came from the boy in the room next to him, and then there was a loud leather whip!
Slap! !! !!
That's the sound of a whip on the flesh. Loud and crisp, mixed with the boy's miserable cry, Lao Benka's face turned wild, and he was about to jump to run to that room. If Lin pushed it, he stepped back weakly.
"Ruolin, let them draw the child's twenty whip first!" Du Wei looked coldly: "Old Benka ... hum, I don't care if this is your real name. But you have to know that a child's body , May not be able to bear the punishment here! After he has drawn the twenty whip, if you have n’t told the truth, I will let people continue to pump him forty whip! Then eighty! After eighty It's one hundred and sixty! Until you tell the truth! "
Old Benka was sweating and shouted, "I ... I'm telling the truth! They're the truth!"
"Truth?" Du Wei sneered: "You just made up a plausible lie to deceive me!"
He suddenly stood up, threw a tea cup next to his face, threw it over his face, and smashed it at the foot of Lao Benka, with a slam, the tea cup broke, the tea splashed, Lao Benka's heart burst.
"Do you think I don't know?" Du Wei sneered: "The Rilun tribe? A joke! Yes, Nanyang does have a Rilun tribe, but that tribe was destroyed by the Empire's expeditionary fleet 14 years ago. Dropped! The ninth expedition of the empire, the sixth triumphal day of triumph! The Rilun tribe is the twenty-sixth tribe conquered by the Imperial Expeditionary Force in the empire record! The Rilun tribe, also known as the 'Medessa tribe' With the Sun God as their patron saint, the surnames from the patriarch's lineage are all 'Medessa', because they consider their ancestors to be a servant to the Sun God named Modessa. You say this chief Rufic's son? Tell you, I also know the surname of Rufic. Rufic is in some of your indigenous languages in the Southern Ocean, which means 'wind'! The son of the chief of the Rilun tribe named "Wind"? Do you think I'm a fool? Or do you think I know nothing about Nanyang like the other nobles? "
Du Wei ’s last cold eyes fell on the tattoo of Old Benka: "Finally, your tattoo! Dear sacrifice sir! Indeed, in the legend, tribal sacrifice is to be tattooed, but your tattoo, Is it a sun ring? Is it a sun god? A joke! Bullying me doesn't understand the culture of Nanyang? "
Du Wei suddenly raised his hand, stained the tea stain on the table, and quickly drew a pattern on the ground in front of him.
"This is the totem of the Sunlun tribe! Sun **** totem!"
Looking at the pattern that Du Wei drew on the ground in front of him, Old Benka suddenly felt that a cool air on his body rose directly from the heel to the back of the head!
He looked at the young aristocrat in front of him as if looking at ghosts.
He ... how would he know! How could he know so clearly? !!
Du Wei drew this pattern, of course the old Benka knew it! Not bad, not even every trace of deviation! It is the orthodox sun **** totem of the sun wheel tribe! This young aristocrat's familiarity with Nanyang culture is far beyond the estimation of this card!
"Shall I continue?" Du Wei sneered at Old Benka: "Are you still not dead? Then I will tell you that the tattoo on your body is not a **** totem at all, but a Group flame! Joke! Do you think I can't distinguish between the sun **** and ordinary flame tattoos? In Nanyang's tribal culture, this flame tattoo on your body simply represents the noble and auspicious meaning! And what gods It doesn't matter much like protection! "
Old Benka is sweating all over.
"How?" After Du Wei said in a breath, his tone gradually calmed down: "Are you surprised? Then tell your true identity! Huh, you can be regarded as clever and cunning. Such a set of seemingly reasonable lies to lie to me! If it wasn't for this master ’s research on Nanyang culture, if he changed to someone else, I would have lied to you! ”
Old Benka is still in a daze, Du Wei reminded him just right: "The poor Lufick is still being whipped. Would you like to continue thinking like this to waste time?"
Lao Benka suddenly woke up as if suddenly waking up, hurriedly shouting: "No! Don't! Don't hit him! I say! I say everything!"