"Ha... allocate a quarter of the river rights to the Baijia tribe, provide twice the resting place of the Baijia tribe, two hundred sets of red stone hunting crossbows, half a ton of meteorite gold, and a ton of salt..."
A faint voice echoed in the big tent.
Isaiah, who was sitting on the big animal bone chair, grinned and said, "It's quite tempting. As for the next conditions, let's talk about them together. Don't tell me that this is your sincere and unconditional compensation. You Red Stone Clan
People who negotiate always like to talk half and hide half, which is really not likable.”
Edgeworth stroked his beard and said with a smile on his face: "Unified under the jurisdiction of the Red Stone Alliance, the White Armor tribe can be confirmed as the second, with the remaining 13 tribes stationed warriors of the Red Stone Alliance.
The right to dispatch.”
After saying this, Edgeworth glanced at the reactions of the people around him, with a determined smile in his eyes.
This condition is enough to drive countless people crazy.
Join the Redstone Alliance and instantly secure the second deal, and the life of the entire tribe will instantly rise to the top level of this grassland.
Facing the huge temptation, he did not believe that these poor and down-and-out white-armored people could refuse.
However, Isaiah still looked like he was sitting with his big sword, raising his eyelids noncommittally, with a look in his eyes, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you continue like this, I have to ask you to get out."
Hearing this unceremonious language, an imperceptible coldness flashed in Edgeworth's eyes, but it was perfectly covered by his false smile.
"Hahaha, this time Patriarch Isaiah really underestimated our sincerity. These are not the conditions we negotiated!"
Edgeworth spoke confidently, and more than a dozen people standing on both sides of the tent were breathing rapidly at the same time.
Could it be that the Red Stone Tribe really came with sincerity?
Then, amid Isaiah's indifferent expression, Edgeworth smiled and looked at the girl standing on Isaiah's left side, bowed slightly, and fulfilled the etiquette of a messenger.
"Wisdom and charming White-armored Goddess, these are only half of the betrothal gifts given by Izewende, the young leader of our Red Stone Clan, to marry you. As for the other half of the betrothal gifts..."
“Chop Suey!!”
A roar suddenly came from the right side of Isaiah's body.
I saw a violent figure flash out in an instant, and with the roar of the wind, it suddenly hit Elder Edgeworth, who was wearing a red robe.
However, at this moment, the Blackwater Tribe elder Kaimuller, who had been silently resting beside him, suddenly twisted his body and flashed in front of Edgeworth.
His arm wrapped in fish skin armor suddenly stabbed out like a poisonous snake.
boom!
A storm rose out of thin air in the big tent.
The ground where the two figures intersected instantly collapsed with a diameter of more than three meters.
Edgeworth stood still, his face calm, and his red cloth robe was blown up by the strong wind.
Alvara's handsome and masculine face was full of fierceness at this time.
"You bunch of bastards, how dare you think about our goddess of the Baijia clan."
"Kemule, please let go of your hand. Today is a grudge between my white armor and the red stone tribe! Don't force me to hurt you."
"I, the Black Water Tribe, are here to provide evidence today. If I let you take action today, then I, the Black Water Tribe, as the witness and guarantor, will be despised by everyone. Moreover, I can fight against Alva, the strongest hunter of the White Armor Tribe.
, is my long-cherished wish, Kaimuller.”
The middle-aged man wearing fish skin armor said with a smile.
"Alva!"
There was a loud thud, and Isaiah shouted, "Come back!"
"Patriarch!" Alva turned his head, his eyes full of anger and confusion.
However, after Isaiah nodded lightly, Alva snorted and finally withdrew his fist.
Kemuler also smiled and put away his palms.
At this time, the palm that is nearly twice the normal size can be seen when the palm is opened and closed, and there are large lin-like webs between the fingers.
The Blackwater Tribe is a race that grew up in rivers and possesses weird, cunning, and vicious attack methods.
They made the most of the tribe's unique river palm vines.
The huge piece of vine armor in the palm of his hand surprisingly withstood Alva's violent punch just now.
Alva gritted his teeth and walked towards Isaiah unwillingly. His handsome face with sharp edges was looking directly at the girl.
These people from the Red Stone Tribe deserve to die, for they dare to miss the girl he admires.
"Now we can talk about the other half of the betrothal gift proposed by our Young Patriarch Yizewende. A palace built entirely for the goddess will be located in the center of the Red Stone Tribe."
"With this relationship, the connection between the Red Stone Tribe and the White Armor Tribe will be unprecedentedly close."
After finishing speaking, Edgeworth looked at Isaiah quietly. He was constantly judging the status of the white-armored clan leader at this moment in his mind.
He didn't believe that poisoning those crossbows would be completely ineffective.
All temptations are waiting for Isaiah to reveal his flaws.
Although from the beginning to now, Isaiah's performance has been impeccable and composed.
But he was also too calm.
The scene just now should not have been done by Alva.
Isaiah's lion-like style would have been unstoppable in the past.
It's time to add some fire.
“Don’t Patriarch Isaiah think about your people?”
"The population of the Baijia Tribe..."
"Can you afford it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became freezing.
Edgeworth raised his head at this moment, and after a brief respectful salute, he looked at the girl with a scrutinizing gaze.
On the grassland, a weak woman is simply a vassal of a man, not even worth one percent of the betrothal gift.
But her wisdom is something other women don't have.
This kind of treasure should not belong to the Baijia clan.
"Edgeworth, when you get out, I'll give you a three-hundred-meter escape route."
Isaiah stroked the huge bone ball on the seat with his palm and spoke word by word.
"Threatening the White Armor clan with death, do you know what you are doing? If the threat had worked, our race would have been extinct for hundreds of years."
"Hey, of course I know, Chief Isaiah." The smile on Edgeworth's face disappeared little by little.
Isaiah hasn’t made a move yet…
Perhaps the facts he guessed are already infinitely close to the truth.
Isaiah no longer had the strength to do anything.
Then you can proceed to the final test.
But at this moment, no one expected that the slim figure that was standing quietly beside Isaiah suddenly moved.
The girl looked back at the past with calm and firm eyes, and stepped out gently.
The slender legs moved with indescribable grace and nobility.
"Teacher Xiao Wang!"
"Miss Nuonuo."
An uncontrollable low cry came from the Baijia tribe.
"From the beginning to the end, it was you who explained to me the quantity and value of these betrothal gifts."
The girl's sudden words instantly emptied the originally weird atmosphere in the tent, attracting everyone's attention.
"But why did you ask the Baijia clan leader instead of me when making the final decision?"
"Charming and wise goddess, now I, Edgeworth, the elder of the Red Stone Tribe, would like to formally ask you, are you willing to marry our young patriarch?"
"No, elder, the question you asked is wrong." The girl stood still and reminded softly, with a clear voice.
"Oh? How should I ask?"
When the girl stood up, Edgeworth felt that the situation in the court was losing control little by little in just a few words.
"Shouldn't you ask whether these betrothal gifts...are enough?"
The girl spoke without any fluctuation in her voice.
At this moment, her momentum in this verbal confrontation instantly overwhelmed the entire audience.
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