The Greeks' words brought confusion to the Germans, although his Japanese language was clear enough to express these words. In order to cover up the embarrassing scene, Sigitis said: "The brave Turnerdus, I didn't expect that you have such wisdom besides your amazing skills. It's so good to say."

"This is not what I said, it was what a Greek philosopher said on the eve of his execution." Turnerdus bowed politely.

Helman looked at all this with a strange smile, and he slowly stood up and patted his palms, and the hot crowd suddenly became quiet.

"In order to welcome the granddaughter of Ariovestus and the leader of our neighbor tribe, we Saxons gathered together from various villages. It happened to be the full moon night tonight. Let's discuss some tribe affairs!" His eyes swept to the children gathered by the banquet.

"Magat, Lochrenz, Rehager, come to the front!"

Three Germanic teenagers in brand new coats walked to the center of the open space with excitement.

The Saxon leader looked at them with praise and said loudly:

"These three young men are old, you all know: they never fell behind when they followed the team through the forest, and they did not lose their traces when they were instructed to follow the beasts. When they encountered a sudden shock in the middle of the night, the first thing they thought of was to grab weapons - so I think they have stood the test and from today onwards should be allowed to use weapons! Dear tribesmen, what are your opinions?"

The soldiers, who were so excited by the spirits, screamed loudly and waved their spears hard, which meant that they agreed to the three young men join them.

Helman waited for a while, but did not hear any sighs of objection, and nodded. Two big men with short spears and shields walked out of the crowd, the fathers of Magath and Lochentz.

They handed the spear and shield to the hands of their tribal leaders, Helman looked solemnly and looked directly at Magath and Lochrenz.

"Magat! Lochrenz! From today on, you will be Saxon warriors! This is the weapon your father made for you with his own hands. Remember - from now on, they will be your lives!" Helman's high voice echoed in the camp.

Then, Helman's eyes passed over the ecstatic Magath and Lochrenz holding the weapon in his forehand, and fell on Little Rehager. The child was standing strongly, his face flushed red, and he bit his lips tightly, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he refused to fall.

Helmann's handsome and courageous face became gentle: "Rehagel, your father and uncle died in the Danube, so today no relatives make weapons for you. However, last night I made a short spear and a shield with my own hands, and they belong to you!" As he spoke, the chief servant picked up a short spear cast in black iron and an oak shield.

Helman gently put the weapon on Rehhagel's hand, "I don't know what color you like, so the shield is not painted. This is done by yourself."

Little Rehagel's tears finally poured out uncontrollably, "I will dye it red with the blood of the Saxon enemy!"

"Redhager, you are a man." Hellman smiled with relief, "The tribe has built their own wooden houses for you." Chief Saxon pointed to the three small wooden houses beside the camp, "Go and have a look, you will live on your own in the future."

The three children rushed there with a shout. In the house made of logs, they found the living utensils prepared by their mothers and sisters for them: an animal skin laid on the ground, two coats hanging on the wall, several simple pottery pottery bowls, and a mud tank for water storage in the corner of the wall. Before they got married, the meals would be delivered by their mother every day.

Just as the three new soldiers were happily touching this and that in the room, a new ceremony began: a young Saxon man and woman named Serders and Hissinya walked forward and asked the tribe to approve their marriage. After a brief discussion, Sigith stood up and asked who had objections to the marriage. After shouting three times, no one came out to object. So the application was approved.

Serders was a brave and upright soldier. Although he had been in the ranks of soldiers for a few years, he was already a sophisticated hunter. People thought he had a great hope to become Helman's servant. At this moment, he looked at his lover happily. Hesinia was a little shy, but not as sarcastic as when a Roman woman got married. She blinked her beautiful big eyes and looked at Serders with affectionate feelings from behind her long eyelashes. On the side, Hesinia's parents identified the pre-discussed picking: Serders took out a yoke, a horse with a rein, a shield and a spear. The cattle were strong and the horse was fat. This satisfied them and felt that their son-in-law valued their daughter very much.

"Hisinya's parents, are you satisfied with the tribute of Serdes?" Sigitis smiled. As the priest, he was responsible for presiding over this sacred ceremony. Everyone in the venue became quiet and watched the happy couple together.

Seeing Hirsinya's parents nodding with a smile, Sigitis opened his throat: "In the name of Freya, the beautiful goddess in charge of love, I declare Serdes and Hirsinya a husband and wife!"

Without the expected cheer, the venue was still silent, which surprised Turnerdus, who had just picked up a piece of fragrant wild boar meat. He put down his food and stared at the center of the venue to see what would happen next.

Serdes, who was about to become her husband, took a step and stroked Xia Shisniya's beautiful hair infinitely softly: "My dear Hesni When one day I returned from the jungle, a girl who was fetching water by the river stared at me with her eyes that looked like stars in the sky; from that moment on, every day when I fetched water, I would come to the river, and in countless silent eyes, in my heart you are the incarnation of the beautiful god. Today, I gave the gift according to our Germanic practice. That short spear and that shield were taken from the first enemy I killed. It is my most precious thing. In order to allow you to accompany me from now on, I dedicate them to your parents."

Hisniya's parents solemnly walked up to them and said to their daughter: "Our daughter, these tributes are neither to cater to women's tastes nor to be used as decorations for the bride - this is the greatest constraint, this is the sacred ritual, this is the divine power to protect marriage, and to fear that you will give up your desire to pursue noble behavior after marriage and have the mentality of avoiding the danger of war. Therefore, on this evening of marriage, we sincerely urge you: You should work hard and suffer with your husband, and you should enjoy happiness with your husband in peace, and you should also overcome danger with him when encountering war. The ox of yoke, the horse of reins and those weapons are to prove this meaning!"

The beautiful Hesniya raised her head: "Selders, I brought a pair of leather armor made by myself as my dowry, which I have spent countless nights carefully sewing little by little. May it protect your body. However, in danger, only your courage and my prayers to the gods are truly protected. I will pass the token of marriage you sent to me to our sons without any damage, and through his wife to theirs."

Serders held Haysniya in his broad and solid arms and kissed her deeply on the bride's delicate lips: "With you, I have nothing to pray to Odin except to obtain honor!

The two lovers kissed each other eagerly, and even the cheers that only sounded at this time were ignored. In their eyes, the world was only the voice of each other Hellmann made them reluctantly separate.

"Serders and Hirsniya, since you are married, the wooden house where Serders lived alone is too small. The tribal meeting decided to share a larger wooden house with you. You can move into the wooden house under the old oak tree tonight."

Haisniya's face was covered with a blush, and she tightened Serders's hand.

"Then what are we waiting for?" After saying that, Hesniya pulled Serders to the new house under the old oak tree.

Haisinya's mother hurriedly shouted, "Remember to bring the cover to make the fire. The weather is cold and it is easy to catch a cold when you are naked!" As the laughter at the banquet came from a distance, a silver bell-like giggle came.

"Helmann, you've been in Rome. What was the Roman wedding like?" Edler asked, grinning and laughing.

Helman smiled. "Ah, the Romans are the opposite of our Germans. There is a woman who picks gifts to the man; if a woman does not have a generous dowry and a man with status generally does not want to marry her." He said that, he glanced at Yayian and Turnerdus. "Yayian and Turnerdus are here, you can ask them."

Yayian nodded a little drowsy. The few rounds of toasts just now made him feel a little overwhelmed. "Well, the Romans are a little strange, uh, I have never understood their custom."

Like Yayian, the Greeks could not bear the Germans' drinks. They quietly picked up a bowl of barley porridge, but were caught by Edler, who turned his head to look at him. "Greek guests, why are you drinking this? Holding up the wine glass, how can men not drink at the German banquet?!"

Sentumarus's servant smiled bitterly and put down the porridge bowl, and another round of wine-making began.

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Time slipped away quickly, and like Turnerdus, Yayian didn't know how many bowls of wine had been filled. The poor man was not even able to turn his tongue because he drank too much, but he could barely think and understand that he would make a fool of himself if he drank it. So the Germanic teacher of Sentumarus decided to leave his companion at the same table. He struggled to support the face with both hands, stood up shakingly, and stammered that he had to leave.

A series of laughter and sarcasm accompanied Yayian to stumble away from the banquet. The thin Lombard man walked away from the lively crowd and kept swaying. In front of the wooden house covered with shiny oily clay, he stood there for several minutes: he was drunk and reluctant to return to the Germanic suffocational house without windows.

Finally, he came up with a good idea, tried to turn around and stumble in the other direction.

In this way, he kept shaking his body, sometimes breaking to the left and sometimes to the right - he was determined to go to the fresh and cool woods, allowing the fresh air and walking to wake him up from the drunken state caused by the pain.

So, the birds on this small path in the forest saw a man staggering around: while he was staggering, he used his soft feet to draw messy patterns on the ground.

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As soon as Yayian walked into the woods, he gasped for breath. After sucking the fresh air full of the chest with the fragrance of leaves, he then walked deep into the woods to find a quiet and cool corner that he urgently needed now.

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With the only remaining consciousness in his mind, he broke through several paths. Suddenly, Yayi's feet were tripped by a weed covered in the ground, Yan Zhong's tree roots, and his legs could no longer support his body. He rolled out in a daze!

After rolling for a while, he found himself lying on a soft grass under a steep slope. The lush weeds next to him blocked him tightly, and next to them were several big trees with flourishing branches and leaves. He leaned against the trunk of a big tree for a hundred years, sat down among the weeds and slowly fell asleep accompanied by the cool evening breeze.

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The moonlight in the Germanic jungle is as beautiful as the sunset of the Italian peninsula, and it also has a mysterious and solemn color. The Germanic people worship the moon very much. Unlike other nations, their moon god is a male. Under this mysterious moonlight, all parts of the woods seem to double in a hazy way.

In the middle of the night, Yayian suddenly heard a sound in his ear. Several small stones rolled in front of him. He felt that the small stones seemed to have been kicked off by one foot, and it seemed that someone was walking quietly on his head. His steps were extremely light, as if he tried his best not to hear them.

Yayian leaned up curiously, and indeed a figure appeared. When the man walked on the forest path, his figure gradually emerged from the darkness. The moonlight shone on him and a horse he was holding. "It's really strange to go on the road at this time?" The Lombards muttered in his heart. The passenger's expression was a little nervous when he walked, and he was dodging and stopped to listen carefully every step, which made Yayian believe that he had come with some purpose.

The visitor stopped in a small circular open space not far from him, because two figures suddenly appeared silently in front of him and blocked his way.

Seeing the person who suddenly appeared like a ghost in front of him, Yayian held his breath and instinctively shrank his body.

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"The anger of the Frost Giant!" the visitor whispered, while carefully placing his hands on the hilt of his waist.

"Mimil's resurrection!" The two men blocking the way replied.

The visitor breathed a sigh of relief. "Take me to meet Hellman, and I brought the message from the head of the German League, the consul."

The two blockers did not give way. Yayian recognized them as Hellman's two attendants. "You are late, you should have been here two days ago!"

"I can't blame me for hiding my whereabouts. I found suspicious people on every road leading to this place, and finally had to come here through a small path."

The two servants no longer hesitated and disappeared on the path with their visitors.

Yayi's wine was completely awake, and he climbed up from the slope and walked in the direction where the three of them left.

In Helman's residence, four German leaders looked at the messenger of the German tribe alliance: the messenger was a strong middle-aged man who was calmly accepting their scrutiny.

"Okay, since you came from the man named Ernst, I think you should have brought his answer to our proposal." Hellman's voice was deep.

"Yes, I brought the words of Lord Consul!"

"Then please tell me, you saw it-we are waiting for this reply."

"Okay, Lord Chancellor asked me to tell you that his answer to your proposal is that he cannot accept it!"

The air inside the room seemed to solidify, Helman remained silent, Uyr looked ridiculous, Kairuman smashed his fist hard on his leg, and Edler gasped in anger.
To be continued...