Their tribe is a well-known large tribe in the Changfeng Plain, and there are many affiliated tribes around it.
A large number of people means insufficient food. This time Aslan gave each of them 500,000 kilograms of food in one go, which alleviated their food crisis to a great extent and should be enough to sustain them until the autumn harvest.
"Check the food and leave as soon as possible to avoid being discovered." Aslan deliberately said it as if they were doing something shady.
In fact, as long as they tell the truth, Merlin will support them in doing so.
But because of their guilty conscience, they dare not act openly, which will make others more suspicious.
"Gareth! Come over here tomorrow morning and we'll set off as soon as possible." Aslan also said this deliberately.
Gareth promised to take Aslan to the Borean Grassland, so he naturally would not refuse.
He also believed that the centaurs would never sell such important materials as war horses to Aslan.
He even hopes that if there are more transactions like this in the future, his tribe's strength can be improved again.
In the Changfeng Plain, the easiest way to improve the tribe's strength is food.
After hearing Aslan's words, Belmode rolled his eyes.
The granary in Changfeng Town was opened, and a large amount of bract fruits that had been ground into powder were pulled out by the cart.
Looking at the grain that almost filled the entire granary, Gareth and Belmod's eyes almost popped out.
They have never seen so much food since they were born.
Many barbarian warriors subconsciously covered their fists, ready to snatch them directly at any time.
"Why, you want to grab it!" Aslan asked with a smile.
Belmode scratched his head in embarrassment.
"No, we are just a little shocked."
Gareth looked at Belmode with a mocking look on his face, the meaning of which was self-evident.
He is not like Belmod who doesn't understand anything. If Belmod really dares to rob Lord Mero's food, he will even take the initiative to help Aslan fight off Belmod.
He received the Bamboo Bird from Ilaiya last night, and the powerful relationship between it was explained in it.
The iron mines in the Changfeng Plain must be concealed. Ilea asked Gareth and Merlin to make this clear, because once exposed, they would face all the people in the entire Melox Province.
On the other hand, Ilea hopes that Gareth can reach friendly relations with Merlo Town.
This will help them develop, and they may have the opportunity to acquire the technology of growing bract fruits in Merlo Town, so that they can completely solve the problem of food shortage.
From this point of view, Elijah is indeed thinking about Gareth and the entire tribe, and that is from the perspective of Elijah, the holy envoy.
But in terms of the entire Changfeng Plain, Ilaya's actions will only cause indelible cracks to appear in the originally monolithic Changfeng Plain.
This is the so-called butt determines the head.
Different identities mean different things to consider.
When Gareth and Belmod left with a large amount of food, the halfling thieves who had been hiding outside Changfeng Town could see clearly.
Gareth walked to one of the places carrying a bag of grain. After waiting for about half a minute, a short figure appeared behind him.
"Gareth shouldn't you explain?"
Without saying a word, Gareth threw the bag of grain in front of him.
"I made a deal with the human race in exchange for some food."
The short figure grabbed the bag of grain, which weighed a hundred kilograms.
Halflings are naturally smart and capable opportunists. Individuals or tribes can find a home anywhere. Therefore, compared to other alien races, the human race did not exterminate them too much.
This also means that they don't pay too much attention to the situation in the Changfeng Plain. They are also born tourists, and at most they will leave the Changfeng Plain to go to the habitats of other alien races.
"One bag is not enough. There are so many people under my hands." The short figure easily carried the sack that was taller than himself.
Gareth had long known the virtues of these halflings, so he had them throw out two sacks of food.
"Germain, enough is enough!"
The short figure shrugged indifferently and said very casually: "Don't worry! I won't say anything nonsense."
Gareth nodded, turned around and led the people away.
The ruts of the convoy left deep marks on the ground, and Germain took a deep look at the elf convoy.
"There are at least four to five million catties of grain. Lord Mero is really generous."
As for Gareth's claim of doing business with Lord Merlot, Germain could only say it was a lie.
The companion on the other side also came over, and he also came over with three large sacks of grain.
"There are about four to five million kilograms of grain in Belmode."
Germain sneered and said: "These two guys who usually clamor for war the most are the first to hook up with the human race."
Suddenly a cool breeze blew, and Germain's expression changed instantly. As soon as he pulled out the dagger, a long sword was placed on his neck.
"Don't move, my lord has invited you."
Cruze's cold voice sounded, adding a touch of chill to the night breeze.
Germain quickly threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, raised his hands high, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes! I will cooperate. Can you please take the sword away? It is very dangerous."
Cruze nodded indifferently, stretched out his hand to grab Germain's collar, and jumped back to Changfeng Town.
In the town magistrate's house, Aslan was eating breakfast slowly and orderly. He cooked it himself and made meat buns with Baoluo fruit flour. Because the Baoluo fruit flour is red, these buns were all red and indescribably beautiful.
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As soon as Germain entered the room, he happened to see Aslan preparing a table of dishes alone, which made him drool.
"Try it!" Aslan put the two meat buns on an empty plate with tongs and said politely.
Germain nodded, not politely, and grabbed the bun with his hairy hand. After taking the first bite, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide. It was too hot.
But the rich smell of meat made him reluctant to spit it out.
“Delicious, so fragrant!”
Aslan watched Germain devouring his breakfast slowly and methodically. It took him half an hour to eat breakfast, and Germain ate more than a dozen meat buns before he stopped.
"Uh!" Germain burped.
Aslan put down the towel he was wiping his hands with and said with a smile: "You have such a big heart, you are not afraid of me poisoning you."
German didn't care and leaned back in his chair, and said lazily: "If you want to kill me, just do it now. There is no need for me to be a dead ghost, and it's not like I'm going to the execution ground."
"Haha, you have courage!" Aslan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
"Are you interested in giving me a job?"
Germain rolled his eyes and asked curiously: "What kind of job? What kind of treatment are you going to give me?"
Aslan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he heard the message contained in Germain's words.