Chapter 96 Calculation Behind the Smile

Viscount Mailer has just passed the age of 47. For a respected aristocrat, this is the most mature and charming time.

But there were deep wrinkles on his face, and the white temples looked a little haggard. Only a pair of dark brown eyes were always sharp.

"From the roaring forest to cross the river, thousands of large tribes and a large number of green goblin slaves..." The viscount's eyes showed a playful look: "Interesting!"

"Concordia, you ask them to sit in the living room first and say I'll be there right away!"

The knight was ordered to leave the study. Viscount Mailer turned his eyes and fell on a warrior who had been sitting next to the desk: "Dessel, tell me what you think. How should we treat this crazy hammer tribe?"

The appearance of this warrior is twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a burly figure, a long face and a high nose, and a cold and fierce look, giving people a sense of danger.

He is the eldest son of Viscount Mailer, the commander of the Territorial Guard, with the strength of a second-class soul armored warrior, and the first successor of the Colinworth leader.

"Eat them!" The wolf warrior said without hesitation, "Our territory needs a large population. Thousands of adult men can act as warriors, and this group of gobrite slaves can greatly improve our strength!"

"Isn't this good?" Viscount Mailer didn't seem to be surprised: "They migrated from Wuthering Forest, and it's our duty to help!"

"Father, you don't understand the current situation of the kingdom, do you?" Dessel smiled, but his white teeth made the smile quite ferocious: "If a few years ago, they could have been regarded as heroes of the kingdom, but now..."

"Now the kingdom has completely abandoned the territory of the south. The nobles hope to stop the war with the elves and even sign a peace treaty in order to free up their strength to deal with the demons in the west and the barbarians in the far north. Under such circumstances, how can they look at this migration tribe differently?"

The wolf warrior squeezed his lips, and his thin lips were full of indescribable ridicule: "We include them in our own territory, which is to help them and solve problems for the kingdom. The Senate of Ugru should give us a big medal!"

"Well said!" A smile appeared on the viscount's face, and his eldest son's eyes were full of praise: "But there is another problem. Judging from the news brought back by Concordia, their strength is not weak. Every soldier has a metal weapon, and such a tribe will not be able to surrender easily."

"Most importantly, it is impossible for us to use force in public, because the consequences of doing so are unbearable. Do you have any good ideas about this?"

"We don't need to worry. The most important thing is to keep them within our sight. Didn't Leon ask to stay in the territory? We can totally promise them that they can stay as long as they want..." Dessel's eyes flashed: "Such a big tribe, do you have to eat and dress?"

"We can squeeze out all their savings with food, clothes, and various commodity trade, but we will never give them the land cultivated, the hunting forest and the right to move freely in the territory."

"As long as they stay, we can send people to attract and divide them, let them collapse from the inside, and finally they will beg to join us in Colinworth. There will never be any trouble. We can even allow them to keep a small tribe of hundreds of people. Just like other tribes in the territory!"

"Hahaha!"

Viscount Mailer laughed loudly. He was proud of having an excellent eldest son!

What Dessel said was exactly what the viscount thought in his heart. His deliberate inquiry was completely a small test for his son.

Obviously, Dessel handed over a perfect answer.

"Well, now let's meet the representative of the Hammer tribe together!" The viscount said.

In the luxurious living room of the Colinworth family's mansion, Viscount Mail received Leon and Aklan.

After a polite introduction to each other, Leon explained his intention to the other party.

To Leon's surprise, Viscount Mailer readily agreed to Leon's request.

"I'm glad to see that the compatriots of Wuthering Forest can return to the kingdom safely. Although Colinworth is a private family territory, we are still willing to accept all the Bimon people. You can set up your own camp there and stay as long as you want!"

Viscount Mailer smiled and said, "Considering your current situation, I can also prepare a batch of food for you so that you don't have to go out to hunt. After all, I have already allocated the nearby forests to several nearby tribes."

"Please rest assured that we will not interfere with the Collins. On behalf of the Hammer Tribe, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your generosity." Leon got up and saluted: "We will pay for this batch of grain, and we dare not bear it in vain."

"It's good!" Viscount Mailer nodded and said, "Leon, it's dark now. Let's stay for dinner together!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but we are very sorry to bother you at this time. How can we stay for dinner?" Leon politely declined, "My people are waiting for our news, so we'd better go back immediately. Please forgive me."

"It's also right! Then I won't keep you!" Viscount Mailer waved his hand happily: "I'll ask Concordia to send you back. You are not familiar with the road, and it's easy to get lost at night."

Leon did not refuse this kindness, and the two left.

Watching Leon's back disappear at the door, the smile on Viscount Mailer's face disappeared little by little. He asked without looking back, "Dessel, what do you think of these two people?"

In the talks just now, Deserre basically did not interrupt a word except for the initial introduction, but just observed the two Leon in silence.

"This Leon is not like a pure bear descendant, but very much like a barbarian, but judging from the fluctuation of his breath, he should be a first-class soul nuclear warrior." Dessel frowned and thought, "And the mage of that celebrity clan, I can't see through his depth, but as a follower of Leon, his strength is estimated to be very average."

"Reon must be capable of crossing the Nucang River with so many people. We can't take him lightly." Viscount Mailer nodded and said, "Dessel, this matter is up to you. We must take down the Hammer tribe!"

"Don't worry, I will do my best!"

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, as if the crazy hammer tribe was already in their pockets.

Of course, Leon did not know the calculation behind the Colinworth family. He and Aklan returned to the temporary camp of the Crazy Hammer tribe from the same road under the guidance of Concordia.

After the delivery, the wolf knight left in a hurry.

The bonfire on the small riverside lit, and the crazy hammer tribe had set up a camp by the river. The air was filled with the fragrance of food, and from time to time, bursts of laughter came.

Here, there will be no threat from the enemy, and the Crazy Hammer tribe will also find its own real home. The desire for a peaceful life and the expectation for a new life in the future have made everyone feel much more relaxed.

Seeing the smooth return of Leon and Aklan, Elder Monstein, Rock Hammer and others were relieved.

Unconsciously, Leon has become the absolute backbone of the Rock Hammer tribe. Without him, even the Elder Monstein could not guarantee the unity of the tribe.

Leon told the details of his visit to Viscount Meller.

"That's great. I said, how could they drive us away? Now we can stay here!" After listening to it, Rock Hammer shouted happily, "I'll tell everyone the good news!"

Bang!

Elder Monstein picked up his staff and knocked on his head heavily, and scolded angrily, "You stupid hammer, I really think this is a good thing!"

Rock Hammer covered his head aggrievedly. Although he was very unconvinced, he did not dare to refute it.

Leon laughed and said, "Presbyterian, Rock Hammer just hasn't seen many sinister people. You can't blame him."

"However, I'm afraid that Viscount Mailer is really not that kind. What I'm worried about is that he has the idea of our tribe."

"During the meeting, I opened the spiritual detection. The other party was not in good faith, especially the eldest son of Viscount Mayler, Dessel, who seemed to be very interested in our tribe!" Aklan interrupted and said, "Although he has never spoken, his mood fluctuates a lot."

Spiritual detection is a four-level spell, which is also mastered by Aklan after promotion. This spell can judge the hostility or goodwill from strangers. Although it is not very accurate, it is enough to provide reference for judgment.

"No matter what the other party thinks, I don't think they dare to fight against us openly. This is not our home..." Leon said in a low voice, "I will go to Colinworth Castle tomorrow morning, find a guide or buy a map to Grate City, and find a way to get a legal one for our tribe. A place to live."

"Presbyterian, the tribe will be handed over to you. I will definitely come back as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry, we'll be here!" Elder Monstein nodded.

The rose on the side was very disappointed: "Why is it like this? Shouldn't we Beimeng orcs unite and help each other? Why do they trick us?

Leon was a little gloomy. There was no blood in his heart, but he could not survive in this world of the law of the jungle alone.

There is always someone to stand up and face such a thing. Escape is never the solution to the problem!

(to be continued)