A lump of seeds made of white fluff... It's cotton. At that moment, a notification sounded in my head.
[Tiring!]
[Desert Cotton Found.]
[Tiring!]
[Level Up.]
I then heard a message saying that I had leveled up. But rather than that message, the focus was on the desert cotton that the Shawnee shamans spread.
'Desert cotton···'
I was curious about the cotton and wanted to ask the sorcerers, but the sacred ritual was not finished yet. I waited until the coronation ceremony for the Great Chief was over.
After a while, when the shaman's ritual was over, the Shawnee tribesmen went up to the platform they had prepared.
Before my eyes, the Shawnee tribesmen and the chieftains of each clan were waiting for my speech with bright eyes.
"······All tribes are equal before the Creator God. I will lead not only the Shawnee people but also all tribes belonging to the 'Sun of the Sky' confederation to the path of prosperity and abundance."
As soon as I finished my short and eloquent speech, the chiefs of each clan and the Shawnee people cheered in unison.
Waaa ...
"This is the great chief of the Shawnee tribe!"
"As the legend of the tribe says, the great Yi Cheon-il, the son of God and warrior, will lead us to the path of prosperity and abundance."
"May the Creator God bless you, Chieftain···"
Finally, all the events are over.
* * *
A few days had passed since the coronation ceremony of the Shawnee tribe's great chief. I wasn't just playing around during that time.
We had in-depth discussions with the chiefs of each clan about how to lead the Shawnee tribe in the future. Administrative districts were divided, and the chieftains of each clan were appointed as representatives to the council.
And as his first command he gave to the chieftains of each clan, instructing them to take a census of the population of each village.
The Shawnee tribe already had quite a large territory, so it seemed like it would take quite some time to survey the population.
So the issue of food and supplies to be taxed, and the conscription of trainee warriors to be trained in the training camps in the future, were decided to be dealt with gradually after the census was completed.
While the Shawnee chiefs hurried off to their villages to conduct a census, I met with the shamans and asked them about desert cotton.
"You can't see this cotton here?"
"Yes, you can see it if you go to the end of the great plains, the dry land."
"It's a dry land···"
I could tell right away that the dry land they were talking about was a desert.
"I don't know why, but if Your Majesty wants this plant, we will do our best to obtain it for you."
As always, the sorcerers were very friendly to me. At first glance, it seemed that to obtain desert cotton, one had to travel far to the south to find a tribe there.
"···It will be difficult, but I hope you can save as many seeds as possible."
"Understood, Chief!"
After parting ways with the sorcerers, we headed straight to the ranch where the buffalo were. A while later, as we entered a ranch built next to the village, five buffalo were grazing inside a fenced enclosure.
One male and four females. Over the course of two days, a total of four buffalo were subdued and brought back to the ranch.
The 'Ferocious Wolf', the chieftain of the wolf clan, also quietly watched the buffalo in the ranch next to me. Although the buffalo were frolicking around quietly in the pasture, they were still refusing to be touched by strangers other than me.
'Is that why?' "The Fierce Wolf" said with a burdened expression.
"Chief! I don't know if we can properly raise buffalo."
I, too, had a lot of trouble with that problem. Should I take the buffalo with me or raise it here? After much deliberation, it was decided that the Shawnee tribe would take charge of raising the buffalo.
"It won't be easy. But keep trying. Until the buffalo get used to human touch."
"···All right."
'The Fierce Wolf' answered in a timid voice.
"You don't have to force yourself to become friendly. Just feed the buffaloes on time, and chase away the wolves when they come, so they know it's safe here."
"Okay. Whether it works or not, I will do my best as the chief says."
"okay."
I patted his shoulder to boost his confidence, then slowly walked into the ranch. The Shawnee tribesmen who were in charge of the buffalo looked at me and the buffalo with curious expressions.
"The buffaloes are approaching the chief as if they were his mother."
"Even when the chief touches them, the buffaloes do not run away."
"No matter how many times I see it, why is it still so amazing?"
I said, petting the buffaloes like babies.
"You have to stay here quietly until I come back."
"Yeah, that's good."
"I'll bring it later."
The buffaloes kept licking my face, expressing regret as they knew they were leaving me. Of course, it could just be my imagination.
However, he nodded with eyes full of enthusiasm as he watched me interacting with the buffaloes.
'How about creating a cavalry unit using buffalo instead of horses?'
* * *
The next day. My escort was waiting outside the village, ready to leave the Shawnee tribe. At the entrance to the village, Shawnee tribesmen were gathered to see me off.
The 'fierce wolf' walking alongside me spoke with a very regretful expression.
"You could stay a few more days... Wasn't my treatment unsatisfactory?"
"No, that's not it. I have a lot of work to do, so I have to go back."
"I think I understand what you mean. The position of the chief is not a place to play."
After a while, I gave a few more instructions to the 'Ferocious Wolf' and left the Shawnee village.
"I will see you at the convention soon."
"I hope you arrive on time."
"All right."
Leaving behind the 'fierce wolf' that was seeing me off, I headed towards the mountains that split the earth (Appalachian Mountains) under the escort of the guards.
'I made quite a bit of money.'
After spending several months visiting the Shawnee tribe, the results were good. First of all, he united the Shawnee tribe without fighting a single war.
And although it is still incomplete, we have found a clue that could lead to domesticating and taming the buffalo. We also discovered cotton, the material for clothing, which was the most difficult to solve in terms of food, clothing and shelter.
'Now that we have laid the groundwork for some development, we should focus on internal affairs for the next few years.'
Of course, when the opportunity to conquer other tribes in the vicinity arises, they plan to do so immediately.
* * *
Southwest of Lake Erie, Irie Tribal Village. Five hundred Iroquois warriors from the Confederate tribes who had conquered the village of Irie stood by, awaiting a decision from their superiors.
However, the meeting of the great warriors in the long house did not easily reach a conclusion.
"······It seems like the Iri tribe intentionally left the village empty and ran away."
"······I recently heard rumors that the Wyandot tribe is joining this war to help the Iri tribe."
The leader of this expedition, the great warrior of the Kayuga tribe, 'Eagle's Claw', was deep in thought as he listened to the opinions of the various warriors.
Up until now, we have been gradually conquering the Iri Tribe village without any problems. But, somehow, I was more interested in 'Eagle Claw'.
It felt like the Majiri tribe was luring them into the swamp.
'It's ominous.'
At that moment, a warrior came hurriedly into the long house.
"I'm sorry to interrupt the meeting. I have something urgent to convey to you, Grand Masters. The Mohawks have allied with the Lenape and are invading our lands. The Confederate Chiefs are requesting that you return to Lake Ontario immediately."
"······"
For a moment, the entire house was enveloped in silence. The 'Eagle's Claw' twitched its eyes as if it had been dealt a major blow by the Iri tribe's scheme.
'This was it.'
* * *
A large lake (Lake George). The Mohawk people, who were part of the Iroquois confederacy, lived on land where the Mohawk tribe had long been settled.
However, the Mohawk people were trembling with anxiety and were preparing to leave the village.
"The Mohawk warriors will be coming soon!"
"We must hurry and get to Lake Ontario!"
Dozens of Mohawk warriors were evacuating villagers carrying their belongings. Meanwhile, south of the Mohawk village, Lenape and Mohawk warriors were preparing to attack.
At that time, the Mohawk tribe's chief and warrior, 'Flying in the Sky', grumbled with a discontented expression.
"How long must we wait? The Mohawks will all run away."
"······"
The Great Rock, the chieftain and warrior of the Lenape tribe, calmly asked Flying in the Sky.
"If we can win without shedding blood... why bother fighting?"
'Flying in the Sky' also did not support and refuted.
"If we send them back like this, the Iroquois will surely invade us again later. And do you know how many of our Mohawks the Iroquois have killed? I would like to chew up the Mohawks right now."
"······"
Anger poured out from the eyes of 'Flying in the Sky'. However, the 'big rock' spoke with a cold expression, recalling the tactics taught by the chieftain.
"The Mohawk warriors may put up fierce resistance when cornered. If we hesitate, our warriors may suffer. However, we will not send the Mohawk warriors back just like this. After safely conquering the village, we will pursue and destroy the Mohawk warriors."
"······"
"And there are many tribes that are hostile to the Iroquois Confederacy. Later, there will be an opportunity to take revenge on the Iroquois Confederacy. So, please trust in us, the Lenape, and wait."
At the words 'Big Rock', 'Flying in the Sky' tried to calm down the anger.
"···I understand."
A short time later, Lenape and Mohawk warriors stormed the Mohawk village.
"There is no one in the village."
"We have found evidence that the Mohawk people have fled north."
The 'Big Rock', who had received a report from the white generals, gave instructions with cold eyes.
"······Send two hundred troops to pursue and capture them. Anyone who resists may be killed."
"Understood, Master Cheon In-jang!"
Finally, the two white troops that had been waiting began to move north, following the 'Flying in the Sky'. Watching the scene, the 'big rock' shook its head and let out a long sigh.
"We have found the old territory of the Mohawk tribe, and now it is time to report to our superiors."
* * *
The southernmost village of the Nanticoke tribe. 'Cold Tree' and Lenape warriors conquered the Nanticoke village at a tremendous speed.
And now they were surrounding the only remaining Nanticoke tribe village and demanding its surrender.
"Surrender!"
"Resistance is pointless!"
"If you surrender, I will spare the villagers!"
Lenape warriors continued to shout toward the fenced village at the signal of their white chiefs. The 'Cold Tree' and the 'Brave Eagle', who were watching the scene, had a leisurely conversation.
"Half a day has passed, and there's still no answer."
"Shall we deploy warriors to the rear?"
"No, wait a little longer."
"All right."
After a while, the firmly shut gate of the Nanticoke tribe village opened.
"Do not attack!"
"I will surrender obediently!"
A man who appeared to be a chief of the Nanticoke tribe raised both hands above his head and shouted. The 'Cold Tree', who had been planning to attack this village if it did not surrender before the sun set, only then loosened its hardened face.
"Brave Eagle!"
"Yes, Mr. Cheon In-jang!"
"First, let's disarm the Nanticoke tribe warriors in that village."
"All right."
* * *
The Lenape warriors who had conquered the last remaining village of the Nanticoke tribe were resting at the command of the Cold Tree.
And the next day, a day later. The sun was rising and dawn was breaking. At that moment, the warriors guarding the village around the fence caught sight of a strange movement.
"What are they?"
"Could it be that the Nanticoke tribe is the savage tribe they speak of?"
Meanwhile, about a hundred unidentified warriors were running towards the fence.
"First, report to the White General."
"okay."