Banished to Another World, Chapter 17: Opportunities to escape from the Horde

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

Banished to Another World, Chapter 17: Opportunities to escape the Horde

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Yan Mo deliberately denied using splint for himself because he was afraid the priest would have doubts and would think something was fishy!

Did this old guy not only allowed the exposure of the splinting method but also allowed others to see?

If it was true, then this geriatric didn’t cover it that day so he can mention it today.

So, did he temporarily looked the other way?

PR/N: Pretending like you didn't see anything

Yan Mo didn't trust anyone even Cao Ting and her master as well as He Tu who expressed their affection for him. Although he also has a bit of affection for them, it does not include trust.

With that being said, if this case is really related Cao Ting and others, then why say it only now? Were they waiting for Yuan Zhan to come back before mentioning it? Also, why did Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao appear in the big tent at this time? Are they really Yuan Zhan friends? 

Well, Yan Mo habitually thinks of conspiracy as a reasonable explanation. One of his faults is that he over complicates things and always assumes both the worst possible scenario and outcome. In short, he is pessimistic. As the saying goes, the heart is more evil than the mind; his heart is dark, and he naturally will not think good of other people’s mind.

Yan Mo continuously thought about it. He concluded that if he could escape today, he must make a bunch of offensive poisons and put them on his body even if it will result to his scum value breaking above the limit.

There weren’t many wrinkles on the old priest Qiu Shi’s face, but each one was very deep especially the two lines at the sides of the mouth which were both profound and long. It made his face look extremely harsh and difficult to move when speaking.

After the old priest finished the sentence, he paused for a moment. When he looked down at the boy and the latter looked up at him, he spoke again: “Da Lie’s arm was broken when they were hunting the Clouded Leopard. Yuan Shan was hunting with the warrior at that time, and Yuan Diao used wooden branches to fix his arm, and then tied it with a straw rope. After they returned, they came to me to heal the broken arm. I recognize this broken bone fixing method. Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao said that this method was taught by you."

Da Ren Qiu Shi was staring at the young slave’s eyes.

This method of stabilizing the bones was only taught to Cao Ting, Cao Ting taught it to Yuan Diao for the safety of her master, and Yuan Diao taught it to Yuan Shan. Together, these two used the method to save the hunting warrior's arm. Yan Mo deducted.

Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao started shaking the moment they heard the priest's words; however, they only shook a little and no one stepped forward and explained.

Was it Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao who sold him out? The boy looked at the two with amazement as tears filled his eyes as if he had been crying for a long time. The most important point was that the saving behavior expressed by Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao did not reduce his scum value, but it also resulted to him bearing the consequence! How can anyone really reconcile with this?

Yuan Zhan didn't even glance at the scene. Even after he saw Yuan Shan, there was no reaction on his part. It would seem that the life and death of his slave as well as the confession of his friends were not enough to move him.

Even if the two people really did betray him, he is the only one who will die for it. The boy was full of panic and fear. "Ah! I swear to the priest, I do not know about it. I swear! I do not know who Da Lie is, why would I kill him?"

(T/N: Yan Mo here is pretending he didn’t know what splinting would do to the bones and pretended to think splinting meant killing hence he asked what grudge the had to kill {splint} someone)

"Kill him?" The old priest showed a scornful smile before he turned back to the stone platform. He had doubts before but after seeing this little slave with his own eyes, these doubts disappeared. How could such a good method come from such a child who was not only a boy but a timid one at that?

It seems that Da Shan and Da Diao did not lie to him. The origin of the method may be as they said; when they saw Da Lie’s arm was seriously injured, they were afraid it will be the same injury as Da He’s and so they accidentally came up with this method.

The old priest did not think that the little slave lied to him. He believed that a teenager would not be able to fool his eyes even if the latter pretended.

Yan Mo, who has more life experience than the old priest, was sneering in his heart. This old thing really was swindling him. On the surface, the boy was acting his age, panicking while looking at Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao. With a crying voice, he shouted: "Yuan Shan Da Ren, Yuan Diao Da Ren, I beg you to tell the priests the truth. This matter has nothing to do with me, I... Master, save me, save me, huhu!” The boy crawled on all fours and climbed hard onto Yuan Zhan's leg. He held his leg and cried.

Yuan Zhan kicked the boy and asked coldly: "Will you kill him?"

The old priest turned back. "It is bad to keep an outsider. If you do not know the origin of this boy—even if he really is from the Salt Mountain tribe—then it will only cause trouble. We have trading relations with The Zhi people. Letting the Zhi people know that we are taking their enemies...”

The chief who sat on the stone platform slightly frowned. The old priest was over thinking the value of the slave. As the leader of the warriors, Yuan Zhang also felt a little worried when seeing the young man cry. He hoped that the young boy can calm down.

Yuan Zhan was really calm. He didn't even change the tone of his speech: "Is Da Qiu Da Ren afraid of the Zhi people?"

"Nonsense!" The old priest's expression changed, and he yelled in anger: "You know that I do not mean that!"

"That is good. The Yuan Ji tribe’s warrior took a slave without fearing anyone.”

The old priest slapped the stone platform and loudly berated: "Da Zhan, you forgot that the Zhi people have now occupied the salt mountain. How will we exchange salt with the Zhi people in the future?"

Yuan Zhan said faintly: "What about that?"

The old priest could not believe that the young man dared to speak in front of a number of people especially in the presence of the Chief. However, the identity of the other 2nd Rank warrior meant he cannot freely punish him so the old priest immediately turned with an angry look at Yuan Zhang, who was responsible for the tribal warriors reward and punishment. The old eyes was forcing the other to take action himself.

The taller man walked to Yuan Zhan, who was almost the same height as himself, and slammed his chest. He sighed: “Qiu Shi Da Ren’s worry is also reasonable." The old priest was happy, but the next sentence deflated the old priest’s happiness.

“But my warriors, the Yuan Ji tribal warriors have never been afraid of anyone!" Yuan Zhang voice sounded slightly drunk: "Da Zhan."

"Yes!"

"If the Zhi people provoke us for this?"

"Kill them!"

"If the Zhi people refuse to exchange coarse salt with us?"

"Kill them!"

"If the Zhi people fight with us?"

"Kill them!"

"Good!" Yuan Zhang gave Yuan Zhan a punch and returned to his original position.

That was it? That kid was so arrogant and so rude to me. Did you not see it? The old priest was furious. 

He originally did not agree to let Yuan Zhang be the leader of the entire tribe but the previous chief did not listen to him. The only man who was weak in his eyes is simply not qualified to be the next chief of Yuan Ji Tribe!

"Chief!" The old priest glared at the chieftain with anger.

The chieftain finally said: "Is the method of fixing the broken bone on the board really effective for healing the broken bone?"

The old priest did not understand why he would change the topic, but since the chief asked, the priest had to answer: "It has a certain effect. If the bone injury is not very severe, this method can avoid bone deformation."

The chief nodded, "Very good, in that case, Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao must be rewarded for their good work." Yuan warriors’ fist punched their chest, indicating that it was recorded.

"In addition, the child is a slave of Da Zhan. It is found that the credit of the slave is recorded onto Da Zhan. His share of winter food will be rewarded together tomorrow."

"Yes."

The Chief waved, "Da Zhan, there is no need for you to stay here. Take your slave back."

"Yes." Yuan Zhan bent over and pulled the boy. He held him and left.

"Wait!" The old priest's face was blue. This must not be end this way. Since he delayed Yuan Zhan in order to save Yuan Bing, Yuan Zhan gave more importance to the slave than him. Now, he dared to give him zero respect in front of the chief. This is embarrassing! If he endured this matter, how can he maintain his prestige in front of the tribal warriors?

"Da Qiu Shi"

"Chief!" Before the chieftain finished speaking, the old priest cut him off and quickly said: "Let Da Zhan take over the slave. He has a bad leg and needs a slave."

People who heard this felt uncomfortable. Yuan Zhan has a problem with his left leg, and everyone clearly knew this, yet none mentioned it. What warrior will be willing to admit he is disabled? Why did the old priests ignore other issues but mentioned this matter? Everyone knew the reason.

Yuan Zhan held his own slave and indifferently looked on.

Yan Mo squinted at the old thing. How much scum points might be added if he killed him? But then again, killing him doesn’t guarantee better days in Yuan Ji tribe. If the old priest dies, a new priest will take his place. It doesn’t matter who the new priest is, the Yuan Ji Tribe will still serve him. Compared to him, an outsiders with an unknown intent, it is natural for the tribesmen to be convinced by their priests.

"Da Qiu Shi, what do you want to say?" The Chief said with a hint of annoyance.

The old priest thought of something and his face bore a huge smile. "I just asked Da Zhan if he forgot that his tribe had to exchange rough salt with the Zhi people. He answered me 'what about it.' His tone was so light, and unconcern about the importance of the tribe salt. He must have discovered a new salt-producing land during the hunt, or he was about to find one? How long does it take before the chieftain and the tribe's salt is depleted?"

As soon as this was said, everyone understood the old priest's plan.

In his heart, Yan Mo raised the middle finger to the old priest. He secretly ridiculed the owner of that moldy hair but then his thoughts turned and his heart suddenly jumped. This was obviously an opportunity! The opportunity he has been searching for was sent to him!

Yuan Diao and the others who never said their opinion looked at each other. Yuan Diao wanted to speak before anyone could interject.

The chief raised his hand and stopped Yuan Diao and other people from speaking. He replied: "After this last hunt before the winter, the salt will be depleted. Before then you must exchange enough coarse salt to last for the whole winter. You already know this."

Yuan Zhang looked at Yuan Zhan, "Da Zhan, did you find a new salt-producing land?"

Yuan Zhan wanted to answer honestly, and was pinched by Yan Mo with his nails.

The old priest did not want to give Yuan Zhan an opportunity to open a door. He immediately ordered: "Da Zhan, for the whole tribe, are you willing to go and find a new salt-producing land?"

Yuan Diao could not help but interject: "Chief... Priest, the winter is coming. Is this really the time to go out?”

The old priest simply ignored him and only stared at Yuan Zhan’s face. He laughed and asked: "Why, do you have no courage? You just said that as a warrior of Yuan Ji Tribe you are willing. Are you afraid of anything?"

He didn't say that. Yuan Zhan was not affected by the priest's radical method. But regarding the salt land, he and others also talked about searching for new salt producing land. The Zhi People are different from the Salt Mountain tribe they are an insatiable tribe. Later, they will control the salt mountain and when their tribe wants to exchange salt, the Zhi people will bleed them dry.

1].... Basically the Zhi people will raise the cost of bartering

For this reason, it is imperative to find a new salt-producing land or a salt-producing tribe with whom they could exchange. This matter was originally intended to be discussed with the chief. They plan to search for the salt producing land at the beginning of spring. Not only the old priest mention it but he also spoke ahead of time.

Yan Mo pinched Yuan Zhan and shouted in his heart: Agree! Hurry and agree! 

This was definitely a chore for Yuan Zhan, but wasn’t this a good opportunity for Yan Mo to leave Yuan Ji Tribe and find another place he can occupy? Although the timing and season weren’t advantageous, he didn’t want to wait for a better second opportunity.

Aside from Yuan Zhan, he has to think of other people who can come along; otherwise, with only Yuan Zhan and him traveling, the road ahead will be too dangerous.

What should I do? Yan Mo's brain turned quickly and all kinds of bad ideas were produced 

Yuan Zhan looked to the chief.

The chieftain indulges.

Someone spoke: "Chief, I have something to discuss with you."

The chief seemed to be waiting for this sentence and immediately waved his hand: "All of you should leave.” He and the priest were left alone.

"Yes." The warriors shouted. They followed Yuan Zhan and walked out of the big tent.

The best opportunity for the old priest slipped away he immediately wanted to scream at chief.

I didn't see it.

The chief sighed. "Priest, you are old. Sit down. The issue of searching for a new salt-producing land is not a small matter. This cannot be done by one person."

"I'm only thinking for the goodness of the tribe!"

"I know." Chief tried to appease the old priest and let the tent curtains fall down.

Yuan Zhan and others withdrew from the big tent. As soon as they left the big tent, the expressions on several people immediately became active.

A young warrior appeared as if he wanted to say something to Yuan Zhan but was pulled by the red date male. "Brother, if there is something to say, then say it tomorrow."

Yuan Lie looked back at the big tent, and raised his right arm while looking at Yuan Zhan. He then smacked his chest, and left with his brother.

Yuan Zhan did not talk to Yuan Diao and other people. He bore a cold face while holding Yan Mo. Like the rest of the warriors, he too hurriedly left. The poor baby was painfully pinched by his slave. He probably couldn't stand it anymore. If he didn't see the blood flowing from the little slave, he wouldn’t be able to endure it until now.

Yuan Diao sent Yuan Zhan away. When he saw no one was around to watch, he poked Yuan Shan with his elbow and could not stop himself from snorting: “The old guy is getting more and more embarrassing. We clearly did not say anything yet he pushed us on the spot."

Yuan Shan’s eyes looked ahead, and his lips slightly moved: "He wants to cut him off. Although Little Mo is unknown now the same cannot be said in the future. When he becomes famous, the big cock will come out and croon. The method of fixing the broken bone using wooden branches had already taken off. Qiu Shi Da Ren will suspect that he is not ordinary."

"More than that; he probably wants to provoke our relationship with Da Zhan. He doesn’t want us to get too close to big brother Da Zhan"

"That thing is old and confuse. The Xi Rang Clan had been in the tribe no longer than our Feisha Clan. Da Zhan was born in the tribe and the tribe is his family. His roots came from the founding clans of Yuan Ji Tribe so how can the old thing still be confused into thinking Da Zhan can be kicked out? The old thing should think and act like the priest; otherwise, the original dissident will be forced out by him.”

Yuan Diao’s voice was cold and chilly: "He didn't want to treat Yuan Zhan saying that he was not seriously injured. He was not born in Yuan Ji Tribe yet he wants to kick Da Zhan out?"

Yuan Shan disdainfully laughed. "The old thing wants to make Da Bing the next generation chief. You have to see if the person can win it."

"Who is the original blood of Yuan patriarch in the Yuan Ji Tribe? Who is the boss of the tribe? The priest is afraid."

"What are you afraid of? You and I are the blood of the Feisha Clan. Why will he want to kill us in the future?" Yuan Shan was dissatisfied and his face was full of murderousness aura. "That old thing actually wanted to make Da Zhan go out in the winter so he can search for a new salt producing land. Isn’t this the same as forcing Da Zhan to his death? His legs will hurt him even more in the winter, and that old thing knows about it too! What plan will the chief follow? Does he want to toss away the old priest? Is he not afraid of the old priest?"

"Did you honestly think the chief does not want to get rid of that old thing? If it was not for Qiu Ning, he would get all the priest's inheritance..."

Yuan Diao and Yuan Shan talked louder and lower, and later vented their annoyance. For the sake of hiding from many eyes and ears, their sounds were mixed into the square and were like any other noises. The crowd quickly dispersed before returning to the tent area.

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