The torture she imagined did not come.


    Under the gaze of a group of wild people leaders, the unidentified danze man looked down at Issa next to her: "Miss Bertha Bilson, please come forward, and TUTA invited you to his party."


    Is this the humiliation of the winner? Basha thought. She didn''t think it was bad. No one recognized her except the businessman named elif. Everyone recognized Issa, especially these dangerous wild people.


    Although she was full of fear and extreme uneasiness at that time, there was a surge of joy and pride in her heart at the moment when the strange man spoke.


    You know, in the legend of escud, Prince escud escaped from the castle in the same way, escaped the persecution of ministers, and finally returned with the support of local princes and lords to kill all the former enemies.


    This is the wild people. Basha suddenly thought, what do you think noble is, a beautiful dress? What a stupid and ignorant wild man with developed limbs!


    Before they climbed the stone steps and watched the wild people''s banquet, a little situation happened.


    At that time, in the face of the invitation of wild people TUTA, Issa turned her head and cast helpless and inquiring eyes at her.


    blamed! Which noble lady in the world can make a decision only with the permission of the servant and maid!


    Besides, do they have other choices besides agreeing to each other''s requirements? Isha is as stupid as a wild man.


    Fortunately, everything was in danger. The danze man and the wild people thought that Issa was scared out of action.


    "Don''t be afraid," said the other party again. "Your maid can come up together. We don''t know how to serve a noble lady. Come on, son."


    So they walked out of the wine shop prison.


    In the next few days, although they still lived a prisoner''s life. During the day, they couldn''t go anywhere except in the house, but at least they didn''t have to worry about food.


    Every noon, wild women will bring food, and in the evening, they will be escorted to the wild people''s banquet.


    The banquet of the wild people was completely different from any banquet she had experienced or heard. It was not so much a banquet as a wanton Carnival of barbarians.


    The rumbling drums continued from evening to night, filled with endless overeating and fighting.


    Women shuttle back and forth, responsible for delivering all kinds of food to men, all of which are plundered from the town.


    Beside the raging campfire, wild men dressed in ugly colors danced happily around the fire. They looked like a goat in the wind.


    During the banquet, knights who were stripped of their armor and only wearing thin shirts were escorted to the square.


    At first, whenever a knight was escorted and Basha knelt behind Issa, she would quickly lower her head for fear of being recognized.


    But gradually, she realized that her worry was completely unnecessary.


    The savage threw the sword to the knight and promised that the surviving people could save their lives. So in the rumbling drums and bursts of shouting and cheering, the Knights began to kill each other.


    No one can leave alive!


    Bazaar saw with her own eyes that last night, a knight cut down all his opponents and looked at the wild people TUTA above with an exhausted pestle sword - he probably thought the other party would keep his promise and let him go.


    But these wild people are playing with them.


    A well fed and energetic blood League guard waved a machete, knocked him down and cut off his head!


    The blood gushed, the head was held in the hand and displayed to the surrounding, the wild people burst into the warmest cheers, and the atmosphere of the banquet reached a climax!


    Basha can''t remember how many averier Knights died at the savage party, fifty? A hundred? Or more - certainly more!


    She speculated that before they were released from the wine shop, some Knights must have lost their lives in this way, as evidenced by the solidified blood on the square!


    These wild people, just like watching fighting animals, watch the Knights kill each other, and take this as fun!


    At first, she trembled with fear and turned her head away from such a scene, but gradually, she was numb. She only prayed that there would be no people she knew, such as her father - she firmly believed that her father must still be alive!


    But just tonight, not long ago, she saw her father.


    Tears poured out of her eyes. She wanted to call loudly and rush forward to embrace him, but fear kept her awake.


    Father saw himself, too, and bazaar knew. When my father was escorted to the stone steps and looked up at them, his eyes showed a flash of surprise.


    But he didn''t say anything. He silently picked up the weapons on the ground and didn''t look at her sitting behind Issa again.


    The wild people killed him - they killed their father!


    When the cold blade crossed her father''s neck, she seemed to feel the cold blood splashing on her face.


    Fear made her unable to make a sound. She trembled with fear and kept crying


    "Father." Bertha curled up and sobbed, tightly wrapped in the animal skin blanket.


    The savage cut off her father''s head and threw it into the flames in a burst of celebration!


    "Father..."


    "You must be very sad." just then, a voice sounded.


    Immediately, like a frightened prey, bazaar immediately took out a sharpened stick and pointed to the figure standing at the tent door.


    "It''s not like a gesture to a life-saving benefactor." elif smiled and raised his hands, saying he meant no harm. "Do you belong to me now, or to the wild people?"


    "You think I''m afraid, they killed my father!" said bazaar tremblingly, with a trace of madness in her eyes.


    "Yes, just now." elif put down his hands. "We all saw with our own eyes that they cut off the Marquis''s head with a knife and threw it into the fire. It should have become something like Coke now. Do you want any questions?"


    Elif''s calm tone was like telling a common little thing.


    "He... Why did they do this?" tears fell silently again.


    "Why?" elif smiled. "What''s wrong with knights killing wild people, wild people killing knights? They''re just doing what they should do. Don''t you hear the warm joy in the square?"


    "He... They''ve got here." Basha''s tone weakened.


    "Yes, they got here, and then? Be polite to the knight or your father, waiting for the ransom?"


    Looking at Basha on the bed, elif shook his head slightly: "Miss, this is a war, and they are wild people. Your father once owned here, and he has never been polite to the wild people outside the Great Wall. Instead, he sent knights to capture them as slaves and sell them to all parts of the kingdom."


    "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can only blame the Marquis for not being cruel enough and catching too few wild people. How can you expect the enemy to be kind?"


    "You..."


    Basha held the stick tightly and stared at elif in front of her. After shaking for a moment, she suddenly turned her head and put the stick against her neck.


    ……