Chapter 589: Interpretation of The Cultivation of a Noble
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"I have met the noble Lord!"
"I've seen the goddess!"
When the savages gathered at the outskirts of the camp, Nalant and Winnie stood directly on the wooden fence.
The barbarians were also very considerate and immediately knelt down to salute.
"Everyone, get up. How are you doing this winter?" Winnie, who had received the instruction a long time ago, was the first to speak. She was preparing to play the emotional card first.
When Narante returned to the castle, he left Winnie in this camp, and Winnie stayed there for more than half a month.
For more than half a month, she continued to treat the injuries of these barbarians. Whether they were new injuries or old illnesses, she treated them gently.
Therefore, in the minds of these grassland barbarians, she is the aloof divine envoy, a being gifted by the gods to the mortal world to benefit their barbarians.
"Thank you, Goddess, we are having a good time this winter. We have enough to eat and don't have to worry about the severe cold!"
The barbarians below who stood up immediately responded enthusiastically.
"Well, since I'm doing well, I'm relieved! Everyone, now our Lord Nalant from the Storm Territory wants to say a few words to you!"
Winnie smiled sweetly and then handed the topic to Nalant.
The barbarians who heard this all looked at Nalant, a little worried about what Nalant was going to say.
Although they are upright and have no scheming intentions, there are still a few barbarians who can guess that Nalant's arrival today may be about something they are unwilling to mention.
"You barbarians, I am honored to cooperate with you this winter, and I have seen the hard work of you barbarians!"
"Now that winter has passed, the earth is beginning to warm up, everything is awakening, and the time has come when I want to fulfill the promise I made to you!"
"I know you don't like me as a noble. After all, it was the nobles who drove your ancestors to the Fire Grassland back then!"
"To be honest, I don't agree with what the nobles did more than a hundred years ago. This land belongs to you barbarians, but they took it by force. Why can't everyone coexist peacefully? This is really the same as banditry.
There’s no difference!”
"It's just a pity that I'm only seventeen years old now. Things that happened more than a hundred years ago cannot be changed!"
"However, in order to personally express my apology to your ancestors, I will make some compensation to you later before you leave and return to the depths of the grassland. This is my personal thought!"
After Narant took over the topic, he had a panoramic view of the expressions of the barbarians below, and immediately started a performance of 'noble cultivation' with a sincere expression.
Under Nalant's explanation, the eyes of the barbarians gradually became complicated.
Although I had a lot of change towards Nalant, a nobleman, I still couldn't get rid of the hurdle in my heart.
Now that I heard Nalant's "artistic" words and his "sincere" criticism of what the nobles had done, I was even more stunned.
This allowed the barbarians to instantly distinguish Nalant from the nobles who invaded them a hundred years ago, and subconsciously put down their hostility towards him.
Thinking back to the residential camp, meat, and beer that Nalant provided them this winter, they instantly felt the kindness of this lord.
When Nalant finally heard that he would fulfill the promise he made and allowed them to return to the depths of the grassland, the barbarians immediately exploded.
Isn’t this situation good now?
They could not only eat well, but also drink wine and eat meat. More importantly, they did not bow to the nobles. This was the result of mutual cooperation.
In this way, the barbarians originally felt that as long as the lord did not mention it, they were not prepared to mention the matter of leaving.
But now that the lord took the initiative to bring it up, they were suddenly at a loss.
"Ah? What should we do if we return to the depths of the grassland? Will we have no delicious beer to drink in the future?"
"You know how to drink. Are we unwilling to return to the grassland just to eat and drink?"
"Well, are you willing to go back to the depths of the grassland?"
"Well...if it's just for beer and meat, of course I want to go back to the grassland...But, didn't you see it when you came here last time? The terrifying space-time rift is still there, and dark creatures will continue to come out.
, who can guarantee whether we will encounter it again when we go back, so I think we should stay on the edge for a while, and wait until we are sure that there will be no problem before returning."
Nalant did not immediately stop the discussion of the barbarians below, but allowed them to buzz and make noise.
Especially after hearing the comments of these barbarians, the corners of Nalant's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.
Unexpectedly, there are also talented people among the barbarians, and they can explain the reasons for wanting to stay here so fresh and refined. It seems that upright barbarians are not necessarily 100% upright.
"Okay everyone, it's getting late now. Have you decided who is going to return to the depths of the grassland? Come forward now and each person can receive a small can of beer."
The more they want to stay, the higher Narante's posture will be. This will make it easier to manage him and make them completely surrender.
When Nalant finished speaking, the crowd of barbarians immediately fell silent. They all lowered their heads and looked around, but no one really came forward.
Nalant's lips curled up, and then he nodded slightly to a few barbarians in the crowd.
Then a hesitant voice immediately came from the crowd, "Noble Lord, can you continue to hire us? It is too dangerous on the grassland now. Although the dark creatures are temporarily suppressed, as long as the space crack exists for one day, the threat will always be there."
exist."
"What's more important is that because of the existence of the dead air in the space rift, all the animals in the grassland have fled the grassland. Even if we return to the grassland, we will not be able to catch prey, so we will starve to death!"
"Yes, noble Lord, if there is no prey, we will starve to death when we return!"
"Yes, let us stay here and work, so that we can not only have meat to eat, but also beer to drink!"
Suddenly, several barbarians in the barbarian crowd echoed.
Of course, these barbarians were entrusted by Nalant.
Whether it was in his previous life or this life, Narant knew one thing very well: if you want to accomplish great things, you can't do it without any support.
These agents were all selected from the tribesmen of Lei Meng's Maiye Village, so they were not afraid of being discovered.
Several of the trustees also expressed the feelings of these grassland barbarians, especially when they heard that there were no more prey on the grassland due to the death energy.
Even the few grassland barbarians who wanted to leave immediately hesitated.
"What you said makes sense. It is indeed dangerous for you to return to the grassland now, and you won't be able to hunt food at all!"
"But... you barbarians, although I am a noble, I am only a baron lord!"
"There are tens of thousands of citizens in my territory. Now I am sharing meat and beer with you. The money spent is the tax collected from them."
"They also work hard for me, but their treatment is not as good as yours, and they have to pay taxes to me. If time goes by, someone will definitely complain about me, the lord!"
"So, I definitely can't do such a thing. Although I also sympathize with you barbarians, I, a baron noble, am really powerless!" Nalant's face was full of sincerity and embarrassment.
"This...do you really want us to leave? But if we are allowed to leave, we will have no way to survive!"
Seeing that Nalant was really not prepared to keep them, these barbarians immediately became anxious.