Chapter 812: A New World Full of Dangers (Part 2)

The indigenous people of the New World also mastered the winemaking technology.

Their wine seemed to be made from fruit.

Therefore, although their wine was very light, it still had a very sweet fruity aroma.

Because the wine of the indigenous people tasted too light, in the eyes of Mud and his people, their wine was no different from fruit juice.

But no matter how light the wine was, once you drank too much, you would still get drunk.

During this dinner, many of Mud's subordinates were drunk.

Fortunately, Mud still had some rationality and vigilance, and did not let his subordinates drink too crazy, otherwise many of his subordinates would have drunk directly to the ground.

Mud himself also drank a lot of the indigenous fruit wine, but he did not get drunk or unconscious.

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Under the hospitality of the indigenous people, Mud and his people enjoyed a very lively dinner.

After dinner, the indigenous people placed Mud and his people in some empty houses in the tribe.

And their beds were just some straw on a wooden board.

The beds of the natives of the New World seemed to be like this - some straw on a wide wooden board.

Mude and his companions basically traveled through mountains and rivers to find the natives during the day. After finding the natives, they followed them for a long distance to their tribe. After arriving at their tribe, they had a very lively dinner, so Mude and others had consumed a lot of physical strength at this time.

Many people, including Mude, fell asleep as soon as they lay on their straw.

However, Mude was a veteran who had been through many battles. Even though his body was very tired, he did not fall asleep when he slept, and he still maintained a trace of alertness.

Once there was any abnormal sound, Mude would wake up immediately.

This was also a sequelae of staying on the battlefield for a long time.

Fortunately, their night was very peaceful and there were no accidents.

At dawn,

Mude opened his eyes.

Mude stretched his body and walked out of the simple house made of straw and wood.

As soon as he went out of the house, Mude saw Blaise who was also stretching and watching the sunrise.

"Blaise, you got up so early again."

"No, I just got up too."

Mude walked slowly to Blaise's side, stood side by side with Blaise, and looked at the sun rising slowly in the distance.

"... Blaise, what do you think of the natives of the New World?" Mude suddenly asked Blaise.

"... I think the natives are very warm and simple." Blaise smiled, "Not only did they not have hostility towards us outsiders, they also entertained us very warmly."

The friendliness of the natives greatly exceeded Mude's expectations.

At the beginning, when looking for the natives of the New World, Mude and others were still worried that the natives of the New World would be a group of vicious and difficult people who would have strong hostility towards them.

Now it seems that their worries were unnecessary.

At least the natives of the tribe they met were very friendly to them, the outsiders.

At this time, Mude suggested to Blaise:

"Blaise, why don't we give the natives of this new world a name."

"Name?"

"Well, it's inconvenient to always call them 'natives' and 'natives'. Just like naming those new animals, let's give the natives of this new world a name."

"Name... That's right. It's really inconvenient to always call them 'natives' and 'natives'. So, Mude, what do you think should be the names of the natives of the new world?"

"I just can't think of a good name, so I came to ask you. Don't you read a lot of books? You are more knowledgeable than me, so you must be better than me at thinking of names."

"You suddenly asked me to name a nation, and I can't think of a good name for a while..."

Blaise pursed his lips and pondered.

And Mude was not in a hurry. He stood aside obediently and didn't disturb Blaise's thinking.

After a long while, Blaise finally spoke:

"... How about naming the natives of the New World 'Flames'?"

"Flames? What's the meaning of this name?"

"'Flames' is the transliteration of the dialect in my hometown, which means 'flame'."

"Flames... Why do I always feel that it sounds a bit like Frankish?"

"My hometown is in the east of the empire." Blaise said, "So it's understandable that my dialect is a bit like Frankish."

"Oh, oh, that's right, I forgot that your hometown is in the east of the empire, very close to the Frankish Empire. Well, then tell me why you named the natives of the New World 'flames'."

"Because I found that the natives of the New World seem to worship, or be fascinated by, flames, didn't you notice?"

Blaise talked freely.

"Recall what happened yesterday."

"When we first entered their tribe, the tribesmen held torches and circled around us."

"This is probably a ceremony for them to welcome guests."

"When lighting a bonfire and preparing dinner, they will first let a group of elders kneel in front of the bonfire and give a long and ritualistic speech before they will officially light the bonfire and cook food."

Hearing this, Mude widened his eyes.

Mude really didn't notice this detail of the life of the aborigines.

Now thinking back carefully, Mude found that it was really as Blaise said, the aborigines would perform a ceremony before lighting the bonfire.

And Blaise continued at this time:

"When the aborigines dance, they will only dance next to the flames, and never dance far away from the flames."

"After enjoying dinner and extinguishing the bonfire, they will also extinguish the flames after a long ceremony."

"From these details of the life of the aborigines, I dare to conclude that the aborigines must have a certain degree of worship for flames."

"So I plan to name the aborigines 'flame'-'Fram people'."

"...Fram..." Mude chewed on this word repeatedly.

"... a good name." Mude finally smiled, "Okay! It's decided, then we won't call them 'aboriginals' anymore! We'll call them 'Fram people' instead!"

Just then - just as Mude finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the tribe.

After the noise sounded, the previously quiet tribe suddenly became noisy.

The men of the tribe rushed out of their homes with serious faces, still holding their weapons in their hands.

The men all ran in the same direction - outside the tribe.

Looking at the men rushing out of the tribe with weapons, Mude couldn't help but frowned and muttered:

"What's going on? What happened?"

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