Gratitude, Bonfire, Fruit

It was already close to evening after the craniotomy.

After chatting for more than an hour, it was already completely dark when Rein came out of the Bamboo House of the Great Shaman Mafat.

But as soon as he reached the top of the Bamboo House building's stairs, he was startled.

Before him was a dark mass of heads, the barbarians staring at him with wide eyes. Their dark brown skin blended into the darkness, but the whites of their eyes shone brightly like light bulbs.

Then he grinned, revealing a row of bright, white teeth.

"What's going on?"

Before Lei could recover from his daze, a campfire suddenly lit up in the distance, and the group of barbarian warriors in front of him knelt down on one knee, pounding their chests with their right fists. "The warriors of the Kolman Tribe extend their sincerest greetings to our friends who have traveled from afar."

"Friend!"

"Friend!"

"Friend!"

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Once someone started it, thousands of people joined in the cheering, like a tidal wave.

These guys were full of energy and had loud voices. Their shouts sounded like a flash flood, shaking the Bamboo House. It was especially awe-inspiring in the night.

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

"You are a friend of our 'Fengshan Tribe' forever, and a friend of our Kolman Tribe forever!"

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Especially the warriors of the Fengshan Tribe who had brought High Priest Hela to heal her wounds, their faces flushed red, as if they wanted to pour out their hearts to show their sincerity.

Rein knew that this was the highest form of courtesy from the Kolman Tribe warriors.

He was still an enemy during the day, but now he was being treated with utmost respect by kneeling at night. He was a little unaccustomed to it and quickly said, "Um, everyone, there's no need to be so polite. I'm a doctor, this is what I should do."

In fact, Rein didn't know why these Kolman were reacting so strongly, but this was actually the most genuine and simple side of the tribe.

When Rein saved Wudo last time, no one witnessed it, so the favor he did wasn't particularly significant. Moreover, in a sense, it was also an exchange of interests. Strictly speaking, Rein was actually an accomplice in the main effort to capture her.

But this time was completely different. He saved an old high High Priest of the Kolman Tribe who was supposed to die, right in front of the Great Shaman Mafat, using his medical skills.

These are completely different concepts.

In this primitive tribal culture, the priest is the Witch Doctor, the potion master, the teacher, and the one who gives everything to the warriors.

The High Priest held an extremely high position in the tribe, higher than parents, chiefs, and even the lives of the warriors themselves.

Therefore, when people learned that Rein had saved High Priest Hela, all their hatred turned into gratitude, which was expressed in their words and actions.

At this moment, High Priest Hela, who had been rescued, also came over and said to Rein with a sincere expression, "Doctor Rein, thank you for your compassionate help. You saved my life."

Rein was somewhat flattered. He quickly helped up the High Priest, who was slightly taller than him even when kneeling on one knee. "Saving lives is a doctor's duty. Besides, the high priest has already given me the best gift. Please don't be too polite."

High Priest Hela stood up, and at that moment, Wudo also walked over.

She was closest to Rein and felt no restraint, saying, "To welcome our Kolman Tribe friends, there should have been a grand celebratory banquet. But because of the fighting at the front, we've only had a small bonfire dinner today. Come on, feel the warmth of our Kolman Tribe warriors."

"The soldiers' enthusiasm?"

Rein's face twitched slightly. He probably had seen too much inappropriate content in his past life, because his first thought was of a bunch of muscular men surrounding him and being all enthusiastic.

He didn't know that the Kolman Tribe called both men and women warriors.

Bonfire, barbecue, mountains of fruit, and enthusiastic war dance.

Rein never expected that when they arrived at noon, they were "prisoners" locked in cages, but now they were being warmly welcomed guests.

While he, as the person directly involved, probably knows the ins and outs of the matter, it is the "captives" like Bazel, who were completely bewildered throughout, who are truly unexpected.

On this day, the legend's emotions were like a rollercoaster, going up and down.

As evening fell, Bazel watched as a group of barbarians menacingly marched toward the wooden cage and opened it, which gave the legend quite a fright.

The fellow inmates had already explained that opening the cage would only have one outcome: the animal would be slaughtered as a "sacrifice to the gods."

Although Bazel already knew his fate, he was still furious: even when it comes to "sacrificing to the gods," there should be an order of precedence, right?!

The others who came before him hadn't even had their turn yet, so why was it suddenly his turn?

As a result, when this legend was preparing to make one last struggle with the [Mana-Sealing Lock], he found that the barbarians were surprisingly polite after opening the cage.

Wait, isn't it "offering sacrifices to the gods"?

Although they couldn't communicate in the same language, Bazel understood that the barbarians had no intention of sacrificing him to the gods, but rather had released him and unlocked the [Mana-Sealing Lock].

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

Then, a group of barbarians brought Bazel here and treated him to good food and drink.

The legend also guessed that the dramatic change in their treatment was probably because Rein, who had been taken out of the cage, had done something extraordinary.

Now that he'd finally seen the Rein, Bazel was filled with questions, but couldn't find anyone to ask. He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by.

He asked anxiously, "Rein, what have you been doing? Why are these barbarians suddenly treating us like royalty?"

Even a death sentence wouldn't be like this. After all, Sam and the others in the next cage had never heard of eating meat before.

"I rescued an injured High Priest, and then they treated us like friends," Rein explained.

"Ah?"

Bazel listened in disbelief, "You kid have this ability? Even that Great Shaman couldn't save someone, and you saved them?"

In his eyes, Rein was indeed good, but not so great as to be able to solve problems that even a "legend" couldn't solve.

"I performed a very tricky craniotomy on them. You know, their Witch Doctor is a magical Transcendent, not capable of handling very delicate surgeries."

Rein shrugged, offered a brief explanation, and didn't want to say more.

At this moment, he looked around and, not seeing the Tuster grandfather and grandson, asked curiously, "By the way, where are Grandpa Tuster and the others?"

Bazel shrugged and said, "I don't know. When they came out earlier, they were carried away by a few guys who looked like savage doctors."

And coincidentally, at that very moment...

Old Master Tuster and Karl were also escorted out by a group of barbarians.

Surprisingly, the old man was sitting in a chair!

This greatly shocked Rein.

He knew the old man's health condition all too well.

The old man's muscles had atrophied, so in theory, he shouldn't be able to sit up at all.

Now he was sitting in a chair.

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

Seeing that the old man looked better than ever, Rein greeted him, "Grandpa Karl Tuster!"

When Karl saw Rein, he ran over excitedly, chattering like a magpie. "Brother Rein, look! Look! They cured my grandfather's poison! He can sit up now, and he even moved a finger just now!"

Thirty years of high-level paralysis has caused my nerves to forget the sensation of my body's existence. Although the toxins have been cleared, a long rehabilitation process is still needed.

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

"Thank you, kid, Rein."

Tuster's eyes were also filled with complex emotions, but his face wore a genuinely happy smile.

But as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes.

He said, as if speaking to someone else, but also as if talking to himself, "I never imagined that I would one day be able to feel my own body exist again in this lifetime."

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

Even after being captured and brought to this Barbarian Tribe, he didn't feel particularly frustrated. Dying here was no different from dying anywhere else.

But suddenly today, the toxin that even the top doctors in the medical field determined was incurable has actually been cured!

Thirty years

He had never felt so comfortable before, like an old eagle with its feathers plucked and beak broken. At this moment, he was reborn, both physically and mentally.

Tuster suddenly felt a surge of anticipation for the future. As long as he didn't die, the countless ultra-complex mechanical designs in his mind that he hadn't yet had time to realize would finally have a chance to come to life.

May the God of Steam protect you.

Oh no!

He knew it wasn't just the blessing of the God of Steam; it was all thanks to the hard work of this young man from Rein.

My old friend has truly taken on a fine disciple.

Seeing that everyone was at peace, Rein smiled happily, "Haha, Grandpa Tuster, you must recover well. When you're better, I'll be waiting for you to help me design the Mechanical City."

Tuster's eyes welled up with tears, and he readily agreed, "Okay. What kind of Mechanical City do you want?"

Rein casually asked, "Can it fly?"

Tuster solemnly replied, "Okay!"

At this moment, Rein turned to Wudo beside him, knowing that all of this was thanks to the kind and simple Kolman.

He said sincerely in Coleman Language, "Thank you, High Priest Wudo, and thank you to your tribe's Witch Doctor as well."

For the first time, a smile appeared on Wudo's face. "This is what you deserve for saving Priestess Hela," she said. "We, the Kolman Tribe, know how to repay kindness. To enemies, we have spears and arrows; to friends, we have fine wine and roasted meat."

The campfire illuminated the young High Priest's face, making it appear rosy.

For the first time, Rein felt that this barbarian girl finally seemed like a "girl".

Kolman's men and women danced a war dance around the campfire with fiery passion.

Heave-ho~ Heave-ho~ Heave-ho!

Deep shouts rang out rhythmically, and people danced a wild war dance, their feet tapping to the beat of the drums, like wild beasts.

Rein was also pulled by Wudo to jump around the bonfire in the crowd, infected by the atmosphere, laughing and dancing.

If there were no war, how happy and content this group of people, who live peacefully in the world, would be.

I got tired after jumping around for a while.

Sit down and eat some roasted meat from some unknown monster, drink some low-alcohol fruit wine, and eat a few bites of delicious fruit whose names you can't recall.

Looking at this group of simple Kolman, whom he called "savages," a complex emotion suddenly flashed across Rein's face.

Suddenly, he asked Wudo beside him, "Um... the High Priest asked me many questions before, but there's one I've never dared to ask."

It was noisy all around, Wudo couldn't hear clearly, so she pressed her face very close, "What's wrong?"

Rein: "Haven't you considered relocating your tribe?"

He knew very well that no matter how strong the individual combat skills of the Kolman Tribe warriors were, they would always be at an irreparable disadvantage in a head-on battle against the Mechanical City in a large-scale war. Not to mention their overwhelming numerical superiority.

The outcome of this war was predetermined from the very beginning.

Upon hearing this, Wudo did not answer immediately; her eyes reflected the blazing campfire.

"We, the Kolman Tribe, have lived in this jungle for generations. This is our home; we know every blade of grass and every tree in it. Where could we possibly migrate to? Besides, our duty is to protect the temple. As long as one Kolman Warrior lives, we will never allow the enemy to trample on the temple's dignity."

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Upon hearing this, Rein said nothing more.

In fact, he had already guessed this outcome when he asked the question.

The more simple and honest a person is, the firmer their beliefs will be.

The Kohlman Clan had long been prepared to fight the enemy to the death.

Dull topics are not suitable for discussion in celebratory occasions.

After spending a lot of time with the hunters, Rein gradually developed a mindset of enjoying the present moment.

The Kolman Warrior were very enthusiastic, each carrying a barrel the size of their head, and came over to offer them a toast.

The fruit wine is smooth to drink, but it also has a strong aftertaste.

I must say, the barbecue was really delicious.

I don't know what kind of monster's meat it was, but it was golden and oily, and the aroma of the meat was irresistible.

The fruit was delicious, and it was colorful.

After hearing this, he ate to his heart's content.

Suddenly, Rein felt a strange reaction in his body. "Huh, I think I've been poisoned by the fruit."

As a professional doctor, he knew very well that these reactions were abnormal.

"This is the best fruit in the jungle, something we only eat on grand festivals. How could it be poisonous?"

Wudo blinked, surprised.

Suddenly she remembered something and said with a hint of disdain, "Oh, I almost forgot! You're all too weak; you won't be able to handle it."

Rein: "Huh? Do you need to help me detoxify? I don't feel well."

"It's alright. The men in the tribe really like this fruit; I thought you liked it too."

"What kind of fruit is this?"

Didn't you see its shape?

"Moon Fruit?"

"Elephant Trunk Fruit".

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The alcohol hit me hard, and I felt dizzy and disoriented.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Rein didn't forget to program the Mind Core.

[Mind Core, programmed to learn 'Divine Healing Technique' in dreams.]

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