It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 438 Arriving at the big party, this is the life of a barbarian?
As Gretel wished, the old hunchback declined the treatment—in other words, he requested that the treatment be postponed to a later date, and promised that he would do his best to help Gretel obtain a suitable body.

Gretel understood.

After all, not everyone is willing to try a second time in the short term after sitting frozen in the CT chair for nearly two hours, almost unable to hold back...

The two teams formed a team, swaying and walking on the wilderness.Along the way, a third village and a fourth village were merged...

Gretel was introduced to the headmen and elders of each village, and then received a dozen requests for help (including but not limited to: my horse has a loss of appetite, my horse is not walking well, my horse...).By the way, I chatted up a large group of barbarians for a physical examination, measured their height and weight, and used [Detection Magic] to take X-rays...

In short, I just had a very happy time, and I have a sense of accomplishment like being sent to the countryside for medical treatment in my previous life.

Half a month passed by in a flash.Finally, they arrived at the "Akula", which is the scene of the great tribal gathering.Gretel got out of the caravan, stood up straight, immediately froze in place, and slowly opened his mouth wide:
On the edge of the camp that can't be seen as far as the eye can see, there stands a giant arch, which is at least five meters high by visual inspection.The arch was not made of masonry, bamboo, or inflatable materials that were common in Gretel's previous life, but the bones of some kind of giant beast.

The surface of the bone is light yellow in color and full of luster.On the top of the arch was a head of a beast, with its mouth wide open, its fangs intertwined, and strands of reddish streaks could still be seen in the cracks in the bones.It was clear at a glance that it was not an old and weathered animal bone, but a fresh bone. The ferocious beast had just been killed not long ago...

Going further in, clusters of small tents, surrounded by large tents, were scattered on the wasteland.Dozens of ropes are tied to the top of each big tent, and colorful flags are tied to them, which are blown by the wind.

The taller the tent, the more ropes, and the more colorful flags.And the men and women who came and went in and out of the tent looked more energetic and dressed more... Gretel shook his head, he really couldn't see how luxurious the barbarian's clothes were, but at least they weren't ragged?The animal claws and teeth hanging on the chest are also extraordinarily long and sharp?
In short, it should look like a very powerful village, or a tribe...

The location of these tribes does not seem to be based on first come, first come, but has its own set of rules.Elder Gushan and the others walked in familiarly, pitched a tent near the center of the settlement, and enthusiastically built a residence for Grete and the others.Bernard wanted to help, but they stopped him...

What?Let the guests, let the noble caster do it himself?
nonexistent!

Even Bernard couldn't intervene, so Gretel was even more idle, simply going out with Cerilla and Bernard to see the rare things.After going around half a circle, I suddenly saw a crowd of people in front of me, huddled together in black.Gretel approached curiously, stretched his neck and watched for a moment, then stood on tiptoe vigorously:

"What is that man doing?"

Standing on the hill in front of him was a big stone, as tall as two people, square and square, which looked particularly eye-catching.When Gretel walked over, there was a barbarian with a beard and three fangs standing high on the stone, waving his arms, full of momentum:

"Article [-], if a man is killed in a family, the victim's family has the right to revenge, an eye for an eye, endless!"

"No. 11, a house burned down, and the neighbors have to help rebuild it! The cattle of the family died and were lost, and the neighbors have to use their own cattle to make up for half of the loss!"

"Number 12, the arsonist shall be tied to a burning post and burned to death!"

"No. 13, whoever murders an elder shall be hung next to a live wolf that was also hung until he dies!"

"No. 14, those who betray their compatriots will be quartered by five horses, or dragged to death by wild horses!"

A group of savages surrounded the stone. They all looked older, and their furs were thicker and glossier.Behind them, surrounded by another group of people a little farther away, they were younger and stood more scattered, whispering non-stop.Gretel pushes past them, and pushes on, until Bernard grabs him:
"Don't go. Those people are Gotti."

"Gotty?"

Gretel turned his head in bewilderment.Bernard explained in a low voice:

"Gothi, the elders, the wise men, those who are respected, generous, kind, and respected. When the tribe encounters disputes, they will preside over the mediation. The above Gotti is running for the [Speaker]—that is He who explains the law to the people."

Oh, explain the law.Gretel nodded.Looking at him impassioned and spitting, it does look like he is running for election.Gretel was reminded of some unpleasant memories, and asked in a low voice:

"What is he doing by memorizing the law? Campaigning, don't you have to promise everyone?"

"No need!" Bernard looked down at him in surprise:
"The condition for the success of the election is that he must recite one-third of the code from memory in front of everyone. The other Gotis stand by to make sure that he has not made a mistake..."

And this thing?
This approach sounds quite reasonable, especially in the living environment of barbarians.Still, reciting a third of the code in public?

...how long is your code?If a person wants to win the election, do you want to stand here for a day?
"No. 20, if a free man loses all his land, he can become a slave! A slave who serves his master loyally will have a chance to redeem himself and become a free man!"

"No. 20 Two, those who violate the law will be expelled from the tribe! The exiles cannot cultivate any land, and cannot accept gifts and help from anyone!"

Back here, the cheers below have already sounded.First, the gothics in the front row applauded enthusiastically, and then the barbarians in the back row raised their arms, waved their fists, and cheered one after another:
"The speaker! The speaker! The speaker!"

What, there are only 22 articles, which is one-third of the code?Your code is so short?
A code of this level, any magician, no, any apprentice mage, can memorize it without any difficulty, okay?
Gretel came back to himself.He looked at the bare arms and well-developed biceps of the new speaker, and he really wanted to know whether the barbarian speaker explained the law with words, or physical explanation with muscles...

After this Gotti was successful in the election, two more came to the stage one after another to run for the speaker.It's a pity that the memory of the latter two is indescribable, and they made mistakes one after another without memorizing the ten items, and were mercilessly booed off the stage.

Gretel lost interest after listening for a while.Cerilla was more impatient than him. She pulled him with one hand, and waved at Bernard with the other, and continued to move forward in a circle.After walking fifty or sixty steps, I heard the sound of rushing water in front of me, and a large group of people kept running along the river bank, shouting as they ran:
"Come on! Come on!"

"Hard! Hard! Overtake this guy! You can do it!"

"Keep on! Hang on! — Oops!"

"He sank!"

"Do you want to save someone?"

Then there was plop plop, plop plop, a large group of people jumped into the water.Someone is drowning?Gretel quickened his pace all of a sudden.Then his feet left the ground suddenly, and the wind whistled in his ears, but Bernard picked up his collar very skillfully, and rushed forward...

That's right, it's painfully skilled.

When he ran to the front, the drowning person had already been scooped up, and he turned upside down to control the water and pat his back.Gretel observed for a while and saw that the guy coughed up water quickly and regained consciousness, so he didn't go up to trouble.Soon, another seven or eight barbarians jumped down with shields on their backs and tomahawks:

A new weight-bearing swimming competition begins!
Gretel canceled [Cold and heat resistance], stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the air, and quickly added it to himself.As for the water temperature of the river, he was not even interested in reaching out and touching it.It's the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, even if it's not freezing, it's still close!

But Bernard's eyes sparkled.He is gearing up, eager to try, and has already started to pull the leather jacket on his body:
"Boss, can I also go down and compete?"

Swimming with weights!It's been a long time since I compared it!When he was in the tribe before, he was No.1 every time!
"You..." You can go if you want.Gretel hadn't spoken a word yet, and on the right, Cerilla interjected excitedly:
"Gretel! I'm going too!"

"Don't go!" Gretel desperately held her back.How can you compare a silver dragon with them!If you win the competition, everyone is ashamed, and if you lose the competition, do you still want to appear in the form of a silver dragon in public, and do it again!

"Cerilla, I'm here to heal them and look for contract incorporeal bodies! I need your help! Don't go away!"

Celera stopped reluctantly.Gretel waved to Bernard, beckoning him to have fun, and led Cerilla to continue walking.Along the way, there are various competition venues, such as javelin throwing, wrestling, wrestling, unarmed combat, armed and armored combat...

The busiest circle was full of people and roared loudly.Gretel managed to squeeze into the center, but a barbarian was holding a shield in his left hand and his right hand was empty, fighting a giant snow-white wolf with a shoulder height of at least 1.5 meters and a length of more than three meters!

The giant wolf roared, bit, and spewed frost. It was majestic and majestic, and it was a monster of a high level.The barbarians either dodged or blocked with their shields. One couldn't dodge, and was hit by the breath, and his legs and feet were immediately frozen in ice.

The giant wolf came roaring.But the barbarian broke the ice layer at the last moment and dodged to the side.Then, stretched his left arm, grabbed the giant wolf's neck hair and pressed it down, and punched it hard with his right fist!

The fist roared and fell down.From howling to struggling, from struggling to howling, the giant wolf's tail was clamped low between its hind legs.The barbarian stopped his fists, turned over and rode on the wolf's back, the giant wolf did not resist, bowed its head and listened, and was driven by the barbarian to circle around the field.

"It feels like you can choose a mount here!" Gretel's eyes lit up:

"Hey, you said I called Bernard over, can he tame a mount here? - Or, you want me to heal a few people first, for some points or something?"

"Are you a healer?" Someone suddenly interrupted.Gretel turned his head and saw a white-haired old man looking at him with a smile, holding a bone stick with a few bunches of shriveled plant fruits hanging from the head:
"Young healer, if you want to communicate, our camp is on the other side—"

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