Once again, another tribe learned about Roy's amazing abilities in dealing with women, as 3 more ladies had just joined his harem.
This was just the start though, as he was dreaming of a palace full of beauties, just like the Emperors, or the Sultans of old Earth had.
Just imagine a palace of a thousand beauties, ten thousand beauties, or even more. It was beyond the dream of every man.
This was just the start, as he had a long way in front of him, but he was motivated to walk until he died, or ceased to exist.
The next morning Eric was awakened with these thoughts, as he took a look around his tent. Even his guard warriors hadn't been able to fully protect him.
It was a pleasant surprise that the three ladies he had spent the night with hadn't acted against him, but still, the number of the people coming for his life wasn't small either.
There were more than 7 people inside the tent, 2 women, 2 girls, 2 boys, and even 1 of his own warriors coming after his life, each with its own weapon, all stuck in the illusions of foxy.
This place was just too crowded with all of them in there. His movement awakened the three ladies beside him, as their eyes trembled at first and then opened to face the situation in front of them.
Clearly, the moment they opened their eyes they were all shocked by what was there in front of them, and even more so seeing that none of them was moving.
What the heck was going on? How could someone with a knife in his hand, have those kinds of expressions on their faces.
The women and the girls looked like they were lost in their dreams, or like they were just sleeping standing, but the boys and that warrior looked like they were facing hell.
Especially that warrior, he looked like he was the most unfortunate among them. It seemed like he was having a 'meeting' with King Yama himself.
The truth was that Roy himself hadn't been expecting something like this from one of his warriors, as he thought that they had understood the disparity by now, but it seemed like he had been too good-willed.
From now on he would have to make sure that he never lowered his guard in front of these guys, as he never knew who would stab him on the back.
The three ladies by his side were still extremely shocked by whatever this situation was, as they were feeling even a bit of relief that they hadn't tried anything stupid that night.
It was still extremely early, but they had started to slowly accept their fate and the fact that they wouldn't be able to escape his grasp if he was still alive.
On the other hand, Roy was extremely angry at this moment, especially looking at the face of that motherfu*cker warrior that had tried to kill him.
Without losing time, he immediately covered his ladies with a quilt that was close to him, and called his guards,
"Bran, Bog immediately come inside!"
The two guard warriors immediately rushed towards the main tent, but the moment they saw the situation inside, they were dumbfounded.
They were the guards outside, so there shouldn't be anyone who entered the main tent without their Leader's permission, and yet there were 7 more people in there.
This was clear proof of they not doing their job properly, and they were frightened by the prospect of their future.
After all, the only example of punishment they had from Roy was what had happened to the scum that occupied the tribe Head position for a little bit of time, and it was nothing easy.
Not to mention that it was clear that Roy was mad, especially because one of those 7 was a warrior from their tribe. This was something that couldn't be taken lightly.
Even their empty brains understood that what their fellow warrior had done was beyond saving and that his end would be nothing good.
Looking at them with a frightening look, Roy said with a heavy voice,
"I will think of your punishment later, for now, take this scum to the cages, and throw him there. No one is allowed to feed him, give him water, or even communicate with him without my permission.
At the same time, gather all the tribe people in front of my tent right after, it looks like I have been too soft until now!"
Taking their order, the two warriors immediately picked the warrior who had tried to kill Roy, and left the tent, leaving inside Roy, his ladies, and the 6 remaining folks.
The three ladies that had just woken up seemed to have recollected a bit their selves, but they were still a bit startled and shocked.
Still, Valerie seemed unable to keep her curiosity to herself, as she asked with a mild tone,
"What has happened to them?"
Roy was still a bit angry, not because these barbarians were trying to kill him, but because he had trusted someone too quickly.
It was his good luck to have foxy by his side being a rank 2 beast, otherwise, that warrior would have truly taken his life.
He had been allowed himself to get carried away, forgetting what kind of world he was now at the moment, and that made him angrier at himself than the others.
But surely, he couldn't beat himself for it, so he was doing his best to take out his anger on his underlings, like Bran and Bog.
Hearing Valerie's question, he was reminded of their presence in the tent, as he looked at her with some dangerous eyes, and warned in a heavy voice,
"At the moment they are safe, they are all dreaming, the ladies are having good dreams, while the boys are watching bad dreams, this is only for a few moments though.
As soon they are going to wake up to the real nightmare they will be going through. You better watch carefully too, as this is just a sample of what will happen to you if you try the same!"
The ladies didn't know what he was planning to do, but all three of them couldn't help but have a shiver course through their whole bodies.
As that happened, they turned their eyes towards each other and found out that none of them seemed to have the intention of doing something like that.
It was at that time, that they heard Bran's and Bog's voices,
"Tribe head, we accomplished the duty, everyone is here in front of the tent right now!"
Hearing that Roy had a grin on his face, as he turned towards the ladies and said,
"Dress up, it's time for the show to begin!"
The ladies immediately got up, and wore their clothes, as the fiery beauty handed Valerie new clothes to wear, hers had been ripped by Roy the other day.
The moment that the women were all dressed up, Roy said in a heavy voice,
"Bran, Bog, come take the trash outside!"
The trash was referring to the 2 women, 2 girls, and those 2 boys that had planned to kill him during the night.
In front of his tent, all the tribe's people were looking at him with different looks, some of them were angry, some of them were enraged, some were disgusted, and some wanted to drink his blood.
None of them was looking towards him with fear or respect. None of them thought highly of him, in their eyes he was just a white devil who had dodged their tribes' warriors to come to bully them.
Most probably they didn't believe they were killed either, even though the fiery beauty was by his side, at this moment.
But Roy didn't care, everything would change shortly, as he would make sure to instill in them the worst fears of their lives.
Without him even doing anything their looks started to change a bit, as they saw those 6 taken out of the main tent one by one, still with their weapons in their hands.
Their tribe wasn't that big, they only had around 300 people in there, so they knew everyone in their tribe.
One look was enough to understand who the person was, and what was his relation to the others.
The moment the 6 'assassins' were brought in front of the tent, many barbarian women, children, and old ones started screaming incomprehensibly, but Roy didn't seem to hear them.
He just waited at the side for all 6 of them to be brought outside, and then he started speaking in a heavy tone,
"I thought that I was really clear when I stepped in this place, you are my possessions, as there is no one else to save you from me!
But you don't seem to have understood that clearly, and still think you have a chance! Not only that but you went as far as to send 7 people to kill me.
I must say that I am impressed, I didn't expect you to be so determined in killing me, and escaping my grasp.
But most importantly I am impressed because you don't seem to fear me in the least, and that is a heavy blow to my self-confidence, you know!
This is clearly not your fault though, as I should have expected that only words wouldn't be enough for me to convince you.
You are the forest barbarians, after all, the only thing that can convince you is strength and blood.
So, I have decided to mend my ways, and show you a truly bloody, and scary festival, I hope you stay tuned until the end!"