abnabooks Chapter 388 Leading
Chapter 388 Leading
Chapter 388 Leading
Chapter 386 taught Tuscarola many languages.
Kingdom language, Ice language.
But her native language is Green-Eyed Language.
However, this description is not accurate.
Her hometown is home to multiple tribes, and even tribal confederations.
Different tribes use different languages.
Perhaps the language spoken by the tribe to which Tuscarola belongs is insufficient to represent the entire continent.
But it doesn't matter, just treat it as the language used by all green-eyed people.
She couldn't write before she came to the library.
Because her native language has no written form.
Because it could not be recorded, no accurate history has been passed down; only vague concepts remain.
Tuscarola was only nine years old when he was taken away.
She was too young then to have any concept of history, only remembering those wonderful stories, the most interesting of which were the legends about Mother Nature.
The origin of all this is nature.
And Mother Nature sleeps beneath the forest.
As a child, Tuscarola loved this story and often listened to her mother tell it to her fall asleep.
But both her parents are dead.
Although she still misses them occasionally, Tuscarola is now able to face the sadness in her heart.
Is this a form of growth? So, was that heartless girl's statement that Tuscarola hadn't improved actually a slander?
But upon recalling this, Tuscarola suddenly realized—
Time flies!
Tuscarola murmured in the Kingdom language.
She has been in this land for seven years, almost half of her life.
She has almost no memory of her experiences before the age of five.
Therefore, these seven years of experience occupy most of her memories.
That's why Tuscarola couldn't tell which side was home.
That's why I was so heartbroken after leaving.
Tuscarola didn't know, but she understood that she had to face it, just as she faced the fact that her parents had passed away.
However, Tuscalolavin is now hearing the language of his homeland.
For some reason, all the people Tuscarola encountered on this continent spoke the same language as her.
It's because most of the green-eyed people who were captured and enslaved came from the east coast of the continent.
Perhaps so.
This is also why Tuscarola is able to communicate with them.
Tuscarola is an assassin who easily kills his targets.
And incidentally, he also saved all the green-eyed people in the castle.
Tuscarola broke the chains binding his people, but they refused to escape.
She understood that the damned people of this land had shackled the hearts of her compatriots.
But her radiant realm could not sever or devour the locks in the hearts of her compatriots.
Tuscarola was even somewhat ashamed to call these people her compatriots; she herself would never yield.
She was only nine years old when they risked their lives to capture her from pirates and slave traders.
She knew she was going to die, but she just wouldn't give in.
Tuscarola felt that she could be stubborn at times—well, no wonder she disliked her.
Looking back, if it weren't for Henry, she would certainly have been executed, or at least had one of her legs cut off.
But disabled slaves don't fetch a good price, so she would likely be executed.
It's better that he's dead; there's less sadness now.
No! Tuscarola patted his cheeks. "I need to face this!"
Tuscarola adjusted his mindset and emerged from his overthinking.
She looked again at her fellow green-eyed people in front of her.
By the way, they didn't dare to run away, and Tuscarola didn't intend to bother with them anymore.
But it wasn't until one of the green-eyed people realized that they would be considered Tuscarola's accomplices and executed.
These green-eyed people, whose souls had also been enslaved, were driven by their survival instincts to beg Tuscarola to lead them.
Then let them come. Since they have asked Tuscarola for help, Tuscarola now has the motivation to save them.
Tuscarola hadn't expected herself to be so strong; even a squad of dozens of soldiers couldn't stop her, even by herself alone.
Just as she was about to leave the city gate, a knight caught up with her.
Draco was a knight, and Tuscalola thought this opponent would be a tough one.
Unfortunately, he was no match for her at all.
Tuscalola killed him gently.
She's good at killing, but there are many other things she's not good at.
For example, how to save others.
Now a large group of green-eyed people are following Tuscarola, what should she do?
Give them a sum of money?
"I do have a rich man now," Tuscarola thought, "but these people are incapable of protecting themselves and will be arrested, giving the kingdoms a free ride."
What should we do then?
What would that heartless girl do?
Tuscarola thought about it for a long time, and then it suddenly occurred to him: why not ask them themselves?
Upon hearing her question, a fellow countryman knelt down expertly before Tuscarola:
"We are willing to be your slaves, please lead us."
For a time, Tuscarola was disgusted beyond measure.
They lumped me together with that bunch of despicable, vile Kingdom people.
Seemingly noticing Tuscarola's unusual mood, a green-eyed female stepped forward:
"No, young lady, please lead us."
"Lead?" Tuscarola countered.
“We can’t rely on you too much,” the woman said, “but we are too weak to survive on this land without your strength, and this land is full of our enemies.”
Tuscarola agreed with the woman's words and nodded.
She looked at the other person.
The woman in front of him was shorter than Tuscarola, and a sense of pride welled up within him.
She was probably in her early twenties and not pretty. Compared to An—that heartless girl—she was quite unattractive. However, her long black hair was relatively smooth, and she had a decent overall demeanor.
Tuscarola approached her: "What's your plan?"
"A single branch can be blown away by the wind, but a storm cannot shake the forest."
This is a proverb from his hometown, which Tuscalola vaguely remembers.
By the way, storms sometimes blow in from the south, and the priests in the tribe would comfort everyone in this way.
Tuscarola understood what the other person meant: "You mean, the more people there are, the stronger you become?"
"That's right."
The women performed a traditional greeting to Tuscalola, a greeting typically reserved for chiefs.
"Please lead us for now. Once we rescue more green-eyed people, our numbers will grow, and we'll become a force capable of surviving on our own."
Leave us again.
Tuscarola thought about it and it seemed like a good suggestion.
Anyway, she had no sense of belonging and nothing in particular she wanted to do.
Tuscarola looked at the woman in front of him: "What's your name?"