Banished to Another World, Chapter 11: Fights with the sky, fights with the Earth, fights with Others, and fights with the Guide! Referred to as Fighting!

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 11: Fights with the sky, fights with the Earth, fights with others, and fights with the Guide! Referred to as fighting.

Translator: BookAddictzii

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Yan Mo suddenly fell down and twitched. Yuan Diao and the others were shocked.

Cao Ting's reaction was not the fastest, but she remembered Yan Mo's injured leg, and she immediately shouted: "Hold his injured leg! Don't let the bones shift!"

Yuan Shan immediately jumped and went to Yan Mo. He quickly caught the boy and restrained both hands. Yuan Diao was a little late, but also came over and initially restrained the arms but after hearing Cao Ting, he went and held Yan Mo's injured leg.

"What is this happening to him?" Yuan Diao asked Cao Ting.

Cao Ting shook her head and her face was worried for the teenager.

Yuan Shan had a speculation, but did not say it.

He Tu and her husband looked at each other. Yuan He’s face was etched with concern, both saddened and worried by his own speculation.

Yuan Diao mind was more excited since he heard the boy say “Wo Bu". Is it the of the name of the god of this disciple priest?

Ten minutes; if you say ten minutes is short, they are not short. If you say ten minutes is long, they are not long.

When the teenager stopped convulsing he was already soaked in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Yuan Shan indicated to He Tu, "water."

He Tu immediately sent the remaining cold water to the teenager's mouth.

Yan Mo raised his hands and hugged the water scoop. He hurriedly gulp two or three times before his speed subconsciously slowed down. When the water in the scoop was emptied out, his mind was gradually awoken

"Little Mo?" He Tu called him.

Yan Mo's eyes slowly turned, and he struggled a little then got up from Yuan Shan's arms. That stench hit him dead on! Moreover, this Yuan Shan probably didn't take a bath, and Yan Mo’s nose was so close to the smell. The strong smell of all kinds of odors added together before being fermented was mixed by the hot air!

"Little Mo, what happened just now? Are you sick?" He Tu asked again.

Yan Mo was moved in his heart. He shook his head but then suddenly stopped. He rubbed his lips with eyes sweeping in Yuan He’s direction before he immediately spoke. His tone was low as if afraid of being discovered: “No, nothing."

But how can such a "childish" move be kept hidden from a keen observant such as He Tu?

The needle in Yuan He body was not yet pulled and his body was still immobile. His immobility does not extend to his speaking ability. With a weak voice, he immediately said: "Good boy, do not deceive me. I know what happened to you was because of me”

A teenager with a simple and honest face; Yan Mo raised his hand and grabbed his head - his scalp was too itchy, he must shave his hair! He smiled while he replied: "He Da Ren, its okay. You are a good person and I cannot let you die."

Yuan He was moved, and his heart was both embarrassed and gratified to the teenager.

"Is this the price you must pay for saying other people’s lives? This is the punishment of the "Wo Bu God to you?" Yuan Diao suddenly asked.

(Wo Bu means I do not. He Diao heard these words and thought it was the name of Yan Mo’s God)

The teenager's mouth was momentarily look awkward, and he was hesitant for the longest time before he slowly nodded. By the way, he added twenty points of positive impressions on Yuan Diao.

"It is also because I am a mortal and wounded; even my priests had no way to save me, someone who was already injured yet still help others. How can I not pay the price?" Yuan He lips were shaking while looking at his wife.

He Tu focused on nodding while Yuan He turned to face the teenager. He said: "Little Mo, if you want, when Yuan Zhan comes back, I will tell him to release you to my house since you have not yet been branded as his slave. In the future, as long as my family has a bite to eat you will never go hungry. And about your identity... I will find a way!"

Yan Mo was excited. He couldn’t wait to go to Yuan He’s home, his freedom is mostly guaranteed. A slave free status means he can do more; not only that, but he can also leave any time he wants. But...

When Yuan Diao looked at the expression of the boy, he knew that the latter was moved. He suddenly got angry and immediately screamed at Yuan He: "Little Mo belongs to Yuan Zhan! He was brought back by him! His future can only be decided by Yuan Zhan. Yuan Zhan is good Master for Little Mo. You ask him, when Yuan Zhan is not at home, he asked my house to care for him, and said I should try to give him more meat; he said when he comes back he will repay me. This kid was still saved by Yuan Zhan. What do you mean by robbing peoples slaves halfway?"

Yan Mo bowed his head and re-zeroed the impression on Yuan Diao. He is not good at retorting at Yuan He husband and wife, but Yuan Diao speaking is an entirely different matter.

Yuan He was speechless. He simply wanted to repay the boy, and ignore another extremely important fact. The young man has such ability; if he makes the boy go enter his house then it will seem that he is actually getting more than he pays. If he was the original master of the boy, he certainly would be unwilling.

If Yuan Zhan is not a good master to the teenager, then Yuan He thought he could use food to exchange for the teenager. It can also be called a reward. But if Yuan Zhan is a good master to the teenager, then opening his mouth again will be seen as an insult.

"Sorry, I do not intend to rob Yuan Zhan of his slave, I just..."

Yuan Shan intercepted the words from Yuan He. "Wait for Yuan Zhan to come back to give him more winter meat. This is the best reward for Little Mo."

Yuan He repeatedly said: “Of course, I'm so and so; I must take my game to Yuan Zhan and divide it in half for Little Mo’s food during the winter. I can send him the package”

He Tu hands clenched a little too tight, but she did not open her mouth to prevent Yuan He from making his promise. If Yuan He dies, she and her children wouldn’t know how they can survive this winter. Now it is just a matter of separating some food and feeding one more person; that is still better than losing her husband.

"No." Yan Mo, who was re-tying the slightly loose wooden planks on his leg, suddenly shook his head. "You are a Da Ren and you have to take care of your wounds. You have Sister He Tu and two kids to feed. You don't have to give food to me, I... My master will make me full."

In this era where one feeding depends on strength, how can a disabled person wants to raise four people?

How much food can you divide for me? How long can you divide your rations? When I keep taking from your family, your family start complaining to sooner or later. In that situation my kindness to you will all turn into hatred. You will not be grateful to me anymore and I will only become a burden. Sooner you will hope for my death.

Although I will be free in your home, I don't want your family to feed me anger in return.

The teenager handled his injured leg, wiped his sweat, and smiled. "If you feel that your heart is too kind, if my master is trying to beat me then you may want to help me by holding him back.”

You could also poison him, or help me escape.

Before Yuan He could insist, He Tu interjected.

Before that, He Tu grabbed her own husband’s hands and she hurriedly said: "Little Mo, you can rest assure that you will be mine and Da He’s brother in the future. We will talk to Yuan Zhan and let him be a good master to you."

"Thank you, Sister He Tu. Has the water boiled yet? Are the tools ready?" Yan Mo doesn't want to waste his saliva on this matter. He will give them face since the couple still has their use.

This time, Yan Mo did not dare to settle down on merely looking after Yuan He; however, he didn't want to be stingy towards Yuan He, so he found an excuse to help himself out of the small predicament. “He Da Ren, your injury is too heavy. I am aware that I just operated on you and you are still very weak, but we cannot wait until you're healed to operate on your arm. Since the weather is too hot I’m afraid your arm can no longer wait. You can't eat anything in the next two days so your physical condition will be worse. This is why I chose to deal with both of your injuries today.”

Yuan He and He Tu were grateful. They listened carefully and did not dare to interrupt him.

"But you have already had an operation after all, and I am worried that you can't hold the bones below when the pain comes."

"It doesn't matter. Come on, I can stand it!" Not all warriors are so persistent. Pain? What about it? If others can bear it, then Yuan He can naturally endure.

"It will be very painful, and you will not be able to stand it." The teenager appeared very worried. "I, I have a way to make you feel no pain. I didn’t do it before because I couldn't bear it if you were hurt again. When I do it, I would fall and so I was afraid that I would not be able to deal with your arm again in the next few days and you would be delayed."

(BookAddictzii: for those who got confuse, Yan Mo was saying that the reason he didn’t stop Da He from feeling pain during the laparotomy was because he will automatically faint afterwards leaving the arm to rot for the next couple of days which would mean that Da He would have to bear with the pain on his arm as well as the possibility of complication from infection.)

"You can prevent pain?!" Yuan He said but quickly added: "Then you should not give me pain relief, I can stand it, really!"

You can stand it, I can't stand it! Do you think I want to relieve your pain? You are absolutely an idiot!

The teenager smiled slyly. "Yes, but I can't bear to look at you in that state. It's really painful to watch it doesn't matter. After I have finished this operation, I can rest for a few days. If I suddenly faint, don't be too surprised, haha." After a moment, the boy said again: "Just... Da He, can you give me more meat afterwards?"

"Of course, don't say its worth a piece..."

"That's good!" The teenager was happy to play along. "One piece is enough, if it is bigger than my two fists!"

Someone at the place including Yuan Diao thought: How good is this boy! It is impossible to feel the pain. This is an incomparable even to witchcraft. In exchange, he doesn't know how much the teenager will be punished by the gods or his priests. The most important thing is that the boy wants to prevent others from being too good towards him. A piece of meat that is only the size of two fists and yet he is satisfied. 

Yuan Shan had a quiet expression on the surface but was a bit depress. Why isn't Yuan Zhan touching Little Mo? If he was the one who saved Little Mo, how good would that be?

Yuan Diao was at peace. The young man is skillful with a kind heart. His brother has earned such a little guy.

Aside from the other men, even He Tu was also secretly thinking: Why is such good boy not the priest of Yuan tribe? If he was a tribal priest, then maybe her husband would not have to cut off his arm at all, and the warriors in the family will live longer in the future. 

Letting go of all the thoughts in the hearts of these people, Yan Mo pulled out the bone needle and re-inserted it into another hole. This act not only cut off the sensation on Yuan He’s right arm but it also temporarily stopped the blood circulation on the vessels surrounding the amputated site.

Yuan He found that he really couldn't feel the pain from his amputated arm. It came as a big surprise at the moment. The visage at which he look at the boy was comparable to the look when he was previously worshipping the old priest in the tribe and perhaps with a bit more than a love and reverence than the old priest.

The other four people were clearly aware that Yan Mo used a scalpel to cut the decayed flesh on Yuan He’s severed arm. Yuan He did not feel anything, and he could even laugh at everyone.

He Tu shed tears on the spot. As a wife, she couldn't bear to look at her husband as he writhe in pain. Although she wanted to make some fake promise to the boy, but now... she swore that she will treat the boy as a true relative in the future!

Yuan He severed arm has about five millimeters of decay. Watching the teenager use a stone knife to mark the rotten flesh and expose the underlying bone, Yuan Diao asked if he could cut it off directly.

The young man nodded and used the needle to make a stroke. "But only a little bit, it would not be very accurate to cut with a stone knife..."

Only when Yan Mo announced that he was finished, and Yuan He replied that he was ready did his brother, Yuan Shan, moved. A stone with a slightly flat surface was placed under his broken arm, and the part of the broken arm that needed to be removed was exposed to the stone.

Yuan Diao waited for Yan Mo to hand him the stone axe for chopping. He held Yuan He’s arm with one hand, the other hand was raised up high. The hand with the axe paused before it swiftly came down.

The line that was drawn by Yan Mo which was just five millimeters was what was cut off with precision. The bone was cut off, and area was severed smoothly.

Yan Mo retracted the words that he prepared to say. He once again recognized the strength of the people here. It is not a cut, but a chop by a stone axe. This scene and strength is not comparable to modern people.

The 3rd rank warriors is this strong. How strong is a 4th rank warrior who is a tier higher than the 3rd rank warriors?

The chopped arm also needs to be closed, although the human skin has some elasticity, but the suture toughness is weak! Yan Mo had to use three strands of hair to increase the toughness.

After the wound was sutured, Yan Mo allowed He Tu to coat her man’s wound with the eucalyptus leaf juice, and then wrapped it with large pieces of non-toxic leaves. The leaves were fixed on the arm with a fine straw rope, and it would be replaced every day afterwards. Eucalyptus leaf juice and leaves for wrapping; if the leaves are not large enough, they can be placed in an overlapping manner. As for the wound in the abdomen, it can be wrapped in the same way if conditions permit. 

Yan Mo was ready to faint, but before he passed out, he suddenly thought of one thing. "The peeking man, what are you going to do about him?"

Yuan Shan who grabbed the person answered very plainly: "Naturally....kill him."

"Ah!" The teenager was scared and couldn't bear it. "Do you have to kill him? Just tell him that he is not supposed to talk about it."

Cao Ting came over, held the teenager's shoulder, and softly said: "The guy is not a good person. If we let him go, he will tell about the treatment of Da He to the priest."

Yuan Diao scolded over the teenager’s head, "You don't have to worry about this." They still have to think about how to cover up Yuan He expected death and resurrection, maybe the big leaf is a good excuse.

This is not only to protect the juvenile, but also to protect Yuan He. If the old priests in the tribe knew that Yuan He was saved by another priests, this surely would be seen as a form of betrayal by the old priest. When the boy is unlucky mentioned, Yuan He might die as well.

"But..." The boy seems to want to plead.

Yuan Shan consoled, "Okay, you can rest assured, we will not kill him."

The boy finally faint with ease with the thought ‘the slave will die’ Yan Mo then smirked, suddenly closed his eyes with his expression etched in pain.

In order to give a perfect performance and to avoid hearing something that should not be heard by him while he was in his "coma” causing the Guide to decide that the slave’s dead was on him. Yan Mo pressed an acupuncture point and blacked out.

This time he did faint for really and no matter what other people say or do, he won’t hear it and therefore can't stop it.

Guide Book, this time, I really did not see his death. I tried to save him but others killed him without me knowing it. I can't help it.

Yuan Shan lifted the boy once more.

Assured that the teenager has indeed fainted, he went ahead and signaled to the rest. Yuan Diao frowned: "The slave, Yan She, should not be left alive. The boy doesn’t know that his master and Yuan Bing don't get along.”

Yuan Shan laughed, "Of course you can't let the peeking slave go. Little Mo, can't bear to see people die. Let us deal with it and not tell him. Just wait until he finds out and explain why some people must die.”

"This is almost the same." Yuan Diao nodded with satisfaction. "I can go to slaughter the peeking slave and divide the meat. This meat will not be given to Little Mo. He cannot stomach murder. He certainly will not eat human flesh."

Originally, Yuan Diao planned to chop this slave and the meat would be given to Yan Mo. It felt very reasonable at the moment but since then, the people present understood that Yan Mo is not this kind of person.

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