Chapter 259 It’s all Hanni’s fault
Morning belongs to the hard-working Apaches.
But this morning, when they woke up from the coma, they found that they could not move at all.
The cautious Robert felt that these guys needed to calm down, so he used a little more force when casting the coma spell. Now they were in a state where they couldn't move anywhere except for their hearts and eyes.
Mr. Chief looked at the high priest opposite with a dark look on his face. The two of them had been staring at each other since they woke up. This made the two people with high IQs learn a foreign language without any teacher - eye language. .
Chief: Didn’t you say that it would be over with just a scare?
High Priest: Didn’t you say there was no magazine?
Chief: How do I know where they bought the bullets from? Blame me?
High Priest: Nonsense, can you still blame me?
Chief: Of course! Who told you that you can't beat a child?
High Priest: Who says I can’t beat you! I'm afraid of hurting the patron saint!
Chief: Haha.
High Priest: Damn it, old man, what do you mean? How dare you mock me?
Chief: You are older than me.
High Priest: I am the High Priest!
Chief: You are older than me.
High Priest: I can make grains sprout!
Chief: You are older than me.
High Priest:…
The high priest said, if it weren't for my old arms and legs that can't move, I would definitely jump up and beat you to death.
Cliff and Elsa didn't sleep well all night.
One is a little autistic because he was held at gunpoint by his own tribe.
The other feels that his precious son is about to be taken away, and is a bit autistic.
Robert and Rhett, on the other hand, slept quite peacefully.
Perhaps influenced by the primitive aura of the Apache, Little Red actually turned into a wolf cub on non-full moon nights. He and Robert turned over those Indian tents with a sweet voice.
Therefore, canine noses are really useful. Robert stuffed his cloth straps to the top, and then went back to the tent to sleep contentedly.
Originally Aisha meant to leave at dawn. She didn't like this place at all. After all, being pointed at a gun as soon as she got out of the car was not a good experience.
But Little Rhett didn't know what was going on. He just didn't want to change back to his human form. He walked happily behind Robert on his four short legs. He refused to listen to Robert's advice several times and had no choice but to let him go. .
The direct consequence is...
They won't be able to leave for a while.
After playing around the reservation, the family found that there was nothing but sand here, so they gave up the idea of continuing to play and returned to the Indian settlement to loosen the bonds of these hungry guys.
The Apache men were really reckless. As soon as they were released, they wanted to come back for revenge, but they were stopped by their chief and high priest.
It was already three days later when everyone was calm and sat down to communicate.
In the chief's tent, Aisha was a little worried, Cliff was a little angry, and Robert was teasing his stupid brother.
The high priest coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment.
"We have found the guy who fired first. He said he was too nervous and accidentally opened fire." The high priest paused and said, "Of course, we have already punished him, a whipping. Punishment is inevitable.”
Cliff sneered, "My family and I almost died, and besides, it's not too much to accuse him of deliberately killing the patron saint, right?"
The high priest was silent for a moment, and then said, "There are fewer and fewer Apaches..."
"Yes, they all did it themselves." Cliff said expressionlessly, "If you didn't come forward like this, nothing would happen."
The high priest's back seemed to stoop a little, and then he said, "No matter what, the patron saint must stay in Apache. This is the bottom line."
"Then we have nothing to talk about." Cliff stood up and asked everyone to leave.
At this time, the chief on the side spoke, "Cliff, you are an Apache, don't forget it."
"Not now." Cliff snorted, "It wasn't the case when you pulled the trigger."
"That was just an accident! The other party has already been punished!" the chief said, and then, with a look of horror on his face, he saw Robert pulling out his wand and casting a spell without saying a word.
The instinct of a warrior made him sit back for several meters before looking fearfully at the puddle of black liquid on the ground in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my hand slipped." Robert shrugged insincerely, "By the way, what is the crime of trying to defeat the chief? Huh, no, I remember the Apache tradition should be that if you defeat the chief, you will be the new leader. The chief? So why do you say you are the chief?"
Robert looked at him with a curious expression, "Weren't you defeated by me? According to Apache tradition, I should be the chief, right?"
"You're not an Apache!" the chief retorted subconsciously.
Robert shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'm not, but my dad is! So, you can abdicate, uncle."
The chief was so angry that he wanted to retort, but when he saw the wand spinning in the other person's hand, he said dryly, "I remember that underage wizards can't use magic outside of school."
"Oh, that." Robert waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "This kind of thing can be solved by changing a wand, don't worry about it."
Considering that this situation might happen, Robert asked his clerk to go to the second-hand store and buy some old wands. This one was considered the one that was most compatible with him.
Hornbeam, phoenix tail feathers, have no other shortcomings except that they are a bit soft.
Most importantly, the traces in the wand have been eliminated.
Both sides fell silent.
For the chief and the high priest, keeping Red in the Apache was what they had to do.
"Make a price." After a long silence, the high priest spoke, "Let's buy back the patron saint."
"dream!"
The Apaches have been cautious this morning. After all, the guy who tied everyone into rice dumplings without saying a word is back again.
"It's all Hanny's fault."
This was probably the saddest thing Hanni had ever heard in his life. He just forgot that the gun in his hand was real and that he was loaded.
Besides, he wasn't the only one to load the magazine of the pistol. Everyone did that, right?
It actually caused him to be whipped 20 times. Now, he could only lie miserably on the fur mat, with his back wrapped in thick bandages.
His mother was wiping away tears.
"Poor Hanni," she said, "Why should the chief punish you? You are obviously an Apache!"
Hanni didn't know why, but he was beaten anyway.
Hannily huddled under the quilt unhappily, and said angrily, "It's all the fault of those outsiders."
Just as my mother was about to chime in, my father walked in.
"Apache people are not afraid of death, let alone mistakes!" The father's expression was very bad. "Originally, as long as we communicated, the Cliff family would agree to let the patron saint stay. After all, he is also an Apache. Part of it. But you messed it all up!”
The chapters have been adjusted, which has caused great trouble to Ziyue Da and all readers.
