Fortunately, as time went by, Sinclair's mood gradually stabilized, and the attitudes of the other two militiamen also eased. They also cleaned the blood in the house with me and redischarged the unconscious patients neatly.

Of course, this has something to do with me as the circus leader, performing the acrobatic of a sickle cutting the barrel in front of them.

No matter what, it is also an interesting thing to be able to watch the three powerful men of Kong Wu and unwillingly move the bodies in front of me.

But the benefits of doing this are very obvious. During the cleaning and handling process, after they checked one by one, they finally confirmed that the patients were just in a coma and did not die due to beatings or torture.

"Kira Yoshikage, your medical technology is really... hard to describe..."

Sinclair picked up the newly released short-barrel hunting rifle, and sighed and even loaded the bullet at me. His technique was extremely skillful, and he looked like an indomitable tough guy at first glance.

I shrugged helplessly: "My treatment method is more tough. If I discuss it well with the patient, I will not receive good reviews, so I can only take action first and then report. What do you think of this explanation?"

"... I'd like to ask, how many patients have you cured since you have been in the doctor?" Sinclair was so angry that his hands shook, and he still gritted his teeth.

I calculated by my fingers: "I have treated one person...but I have also treated two animals!"

Sinclair's beard trembled and overturned the cabinet blocking the door: "Why didn't you say earlier that you were a veterinarian!"

I also helped him throw the cabinet out the window and replied naturally: "You didn't ask me!"

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After my efforts, I finally successfully won the trust of the town of Delvas and was allowed to build my own position along their fortifications. I also provided enough sheets, bedding, pots, bowls, tables and chairs to facilitate our day off on site.

But I think they do this more likely because they are afraid that we will start grabbing things if we lack something.

After the rescue was completed, they unanimously agreed that I was a veterinary expert who runs a circus and has superb skills!

The acting mayor with a firm facial features was sitting with me in the tavern in the town, each pouring a drink opposite each other. At this time, he was curious about our purpose, and I was also curious about their experience, so a talk openly and honestly was the most suitable choice.

"Mayor Sinclair, what's going on with you? Who initiated the battle of this intensity?"

It’s not that I look down on them, but that in this desert border area, there are usually only small groups of sand bandits who are siegeing and harassing them, and they will not be so tough that they besiege towns.

Sinclair's face was a little gloomy: "This is a tragedy... The town of Delvas is a trading station of the Aim Human Federation on the southern main road. It has always been neutral and entertains merchants from all over the world. But the day before yesterday, a group of barbarians came here and forced to ask for supplies."

I asked, "And the fight started?"

Sinclair shook his head and said, "No, the original mayor agreed to give supplies, thinking that peace is more important than wealth. As a result, when he went out to hand over the supplies, another barbarian broke in, not only snatched the supplies, but also kidnapped the mayor who went to negotiate..."

Why is it so messy? You don’t care about being a bad person who comes first and then arrive?

"Then you started fighting?" I guessed.

Sinclair still shook his head: "No, in order to redeem the mayor, we paid another batch of supplies to the later barbarians. But soon a group of savages from the tribe came and made new demands..."

Is this a war or a canteen? Why are the tribes running here in groups!

I covered my face and asked, "They also asked for supplies, you can't afford it, so they started fighting?"

I should have guessed it right this time!

But Sinclair still shook his head and his face looked particularly ugly: "No... they asked the town to give another mayor. Because the mayor was accidentally beaten to death by them..."

Mayor! You died so miserably! Mayor!

It seems that there are ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping by in my heart. It turns out that the mayor is the role of an ordinary equivalent in the eyes of the tribe. So should I bring a mayor to trade this time?

Well... I see Thomas train is very suitable!

"Sad..."

I don't know what to say, I can only express my only empathy.

Sinclair also showed a sad expression: "Then the young man in the town fought with the tribe with his guns. The two sides initially had a victory or defeat, but later as the ammunition was exhausted, we were at a disadvantage. We could only narrow the position defense. They searched the majority of the town before the conflict ended."

While talking, the man observed the patrol situation outside from time to time, as if he was planning to fight back at any time.

It seems that unlike the dove mayor of the previous generation, the hawk mayor who was acting is an absolute pro-war party and is now more popular. The facts prove that the result of Gugugu is that he has lost his people and he really cannot be regarded as a pigeon.

"Mayor Sinclair, does the tribe usually come here to rob? Why are you unprepared?"

As soon as I finished asking, the Senbo brought by Gray next to me turned red and said something. Fortunately, Gray covered his mouth and kicked him out. He could only hear something like "The clan is poor... Can the tribe matter be considered a robbery..."

Sinclair frowned and said, "We are also very strange. The tribes on the lake blue hermit crab grassland have always been guarding the tribe migration route and have never been robbed near the Miam Desert. But judging from the news I found out, the tribe was attacking and plundering this time, as if they were all working hard to raise supplies and preparing for some activities..."

I looked at Gray, and both of them knew something.

Not only robbing materials, the tribe also recruited people on a large scale, claiming to defend the Holy Mountain Corilo. Why can a lonely Brown Pool tribe allow a consortium of thirteen tribes to enter this state of preparation for general mobilization?

What’s even more strange is why they appeared here in waves, snatched them again and again, without talking about the morality of the world?

"Do we need to stay and help you stay for a while? Just give me some food as a reward."

I took the initiative to propose assistance, but was rejected by Sinclair.

"No need, we now have both spiritual morale and revenge anger. If the tribe dares to come back, I will definitely let them pay their blood debts!" ​​He gritted his teeth and said, slapped the table with a palm, glaring at the distance, deliberately not accepting my words.

I pondered for a moment and made another suggestion, "Okay, there are a few tribes in our team, and we can make a guest appearance occasionally without any pressure! Do you think you will fight now or have a full meal before fighting?"

Sinclair almost jumped out of the chair, slapped the table emotionally and said, "Kira Yoshikage! What the hell do you want to do?!"

"I want to add supplies!" I said with confidence.

"...Get out immediately with what you want! I never want to see you again!"

As Lu Xun said, Chinese people always like to reconcile and compromise. For example, if you say I want to get a free copy of this book and get a bad review, then the author will definitely not allow it. But if you say you want to report this book, then they will reconcile and agree to get a free copy.
Chapter completed!