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The old king seemed to think about the words of Plate Brother for a moment, then neither confirmed nor denied, and looked towards the others.
The Mountain Tribe has been responsible for the excavation of Vibranium for centuries due to tradition.
The significance of Vibranium is self-evident; they dominate among the four major tribes of Wakanda, and the royal lineage, including the old king, comes from the Mountain Tribe. In order to balance or compromise, the current clan leader has little say. The fat old woman with a bunch of small braids on her head chattered a lot of nonsense, ultimately stating that they would follow the king.
"This is a good opportunity. The information has leaked, and now the outside world knows the specific location of Wakanda. What should we do? The times demand that we make a change!" The Border Tribe has been dissatisfied with the current situation, and the tattooed man shouted loudly, advocating a change in the current national policy to make Wakanda more global.
The old lady from the Merchant Tribe closed her eyes slightly, as if she was dead. Open up or continue isolation, she didn't care at all.
The old king looked at the four elders, with one supporting, one opposing, and the remaining two abstaining. He was very satisfied; now his words became the decisive opinion.
As a king, he couldn't say that the leak had nothing to do with him. He had to make a gesture to show that he valued this matter. At the same time, he wanted to control the situation under his control. After contemplating for a dozen seconds, he said loudly, "T'Challa."
The young prince didn't know why his father called him, but he still stepped forward. "I'm here."
"I approve your departure from Wakanda. Investigate this matter thoroughly and find out where the information leaked from."
After that, he looked at Daisy. "This matter also requires Miss Johnson's assistance. T'Challa needs some official support in the outside world."
Daisy immediately nodded in agreement. This had been discussed in advance. He was going to pretend to be a student of Oxford University.
With Daisy's "assistance" to T'Challa, no one could trace anything back to her. The old king didn't want to uncover the truth either. According to Daisy's speculation, it was a case of making a big fuss but not delving into it deeply. Let T'Challa mix in the outside world for a couple of years, and afterwards, they could forget about this incident.
Sending the heir out meant he would have no further worries. He could let go of his hands and feet to concentrate on internal unity, and prepare Wakanda to step out onto the world stage.
T'Challa didn't have as many thoughts as his father, but he knew that once he left Wakanda, seeing Storm would become much easier. The distance from the USA to the UK meant little to them.
The two exchanged glances and flirted with their eyes, causing Daisy to roll her eyes.
With the general policy determined, the remaining details were easy to handle.
Firstly, all the mercenary prisoners were handed over to the Mountain Tribe to work in the mines. Even Plate Brother, who had been opposing, agreed with this approach. In his words, the white people caught the black people for mining, and now it was time for payback! (T/N: Wakanda having fun behind their advanced tech looking at their neighbors being enslaved… These guys don't really have grounds to stand and curse white people lol.)
Bartok knew crucial information, and T'Challa wants to take him outside to find clues.
Juggernaut was strong, originally he was going to be an important labor force in the mines, but all four tribal priests opposed it. Each of them received an oracle; this evil should not be left in Wakanda!
The tribal leaders were shocked and treated Juggernaut like a plague, handing him over to T'Challa.
Before departing, the old king had a private conversation with Daisy.
"Miss Johnson, can the outside world truly accept us?" The old man still had some concerns.
Daisy thought for a moment. "If you suddenly let the world learn how powerful you are, it might be difficult."
To get her assistance, the old man gave her a cloak, the kind used by the Border Tribe. The cloak could activate a blue energy shield, with little Vibranium content but still offering decent defense even in normal conditions.
However, Daisy felt a bit regretful. In the Marvel universe, there didn't seem to be a tradition of wearing cloaks like in the DC universe next door where capes were handed out left and right. But since it was a gift, she didn't refuse.
For this, she deliberately praised the other party a bit. The old king wasn't swayed by her sweet talk, so Daisy had to try suggesting, "Perhaps Wakanda can take a step-by-step approach. For example, first gain international recognition, and then gradually release some information, attracting friendly leaders from other countries to come and visit."
She had already thought of the friendly leader, it was Obama! The official identity of Nick Fury was a retired colonel, so he couldn't appear in such occasions.
The old king's eyes lit up. This method was very practical and coincided with some of his own thoughts. He didn't know this was a method Daisy found from her memories; it was originally the old king's idea. Nowadays, he increasingly felt that the outside world was growing more and more prosperous, and if Wakanda kept retreating, they would be eliminated sooner or later.
The other party gave her a heart-shaped herb and a Vibranium wrist guard. Daisy felt she should reciprocate, and made a solemn promise to assist and mediate, at least making the higher-ups aware of the existence of Wakanda as a nation.
The old king felt her sincerity and gave her a war rhinoceros from the Border Tribe, saying it was a gift for those foreign leaders.
Daisy looked at this big guy over two meters tall and weighing several tons, feeling a bit shocked.
"This...?"
"Give it to our African brothers. Nowadays, the number of rhinoceroses on the grasslands is decreasing." The old king said affectionately.
Daisy felt a headache. This old man was also cunning; he sensed Daisy's need for Vibranium, but this time, he deliberately didn't mention Vibranium and instead gifted her a rhinoceros.
This left her unsure of where to start with any corruption...
Moreover, the big guy looked like it had an enormous appetite. Leaving aside whether New York could accommodate it, just feeding it every day would bankrupt her. If Daisy didn't want to go bankrupt, she could only give it to those influential "African brothers."
She patted the rhino's head. The rhino had already been tamed and was very docile. It glanced at Daisy with its small eyes and then ignored her.
She took a turn and found a cheetah lying on the back of the rhinoceros.
"Forget about the rhinoceros; what about this panther...? Oh, I see. You can temporarily follow me," she hadn't finished speaking when she felt a mental message, transmitted by the Panther Goddess.
The other party had chosen the so-called most beautiful and spiritual panther in Wakanda to star in a movie!
This panther was not simple. It was equivalent to a clone of the goddess in the material world, making assassinations and enemy concealment child's play. It could also change the size, becoming larger or smaller.
"You're favored by the goddess, which truly makes us envious," the old king said with emotion.
The old man was cautious. After saying some ceremonial words, he pretended to be weak.
Daisy also knew when to leave and took her leave.
In fact, she was quite envious of Wakanda's holographic imaging technology. It not only facilitated communication but could also be used as a personal terminal.
Unfortunately, the devices required Vibranium to function. Wakanda's technology tree was different from the outside world, and the devices would be useless if taken out.
The relationship between the two parties hadn't reached the point of exchanging technology. After weighing the options, Daisy realized that she couldn't squeeze for oil from this trip to Wakanda, so she had to call it quits.
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