"Please, have a seat!"
Corvinus nodded, indicating that he and his second uncle, Lot, should take their seats as well, and he casually found a spot opposite them and sat down.
"The Luochuan tribe is really generous, sending someone as strong as you, a sixth-tier warrior." Corvinus said with a smile.
Instantly, the Luochuan envoy, Kuler, felt his expression flicker slightly. He hadn't revealed the slightest hint of his aura, yet his strength had been seen through.
Was it an intelligence error? Could this young chief not be a fourth-tier warrior?
But after observing Corvinus for a few seconds, he dismissed the thought.
Warriors of the fifth and sixth tiers mark the first significant divide; sixth-tier warriors can project their combat energy, combining it with powerful combat techniques to fight.
However, from the first to the fifth tier, combat energy only circulates within the body, with each promotion strengthening the physique through the internal circulation of combat energy.
It's not until the fifth tier, when the body reaches its peak and can effortlessly lift thousands of pounds, that one can attempt to project combat energy. Success in this endeavor is a sign of reaching the sixth tier.
The young chief's aura was still quite weak; he likely hadn't even reached the fifth tier.
Lot was also taken aback and said, "You've actually broken through to the sixth tier? I didn't expect that in just a few years, you've taken this step."
"Haha, I was fortunate. Last year, I was hired by a large mercenary group and, by chance, received guidance from a deputy commander of the eighth tier, which allowed me to touch the threshold of the sixth tier," Kuler said with a smile.
"You should also go out and see the world. I remember your talent was much better than mine. Being trapped in tribal affairs, not fighting, not experiencing life-and-death battles, makes it too difficult to see your own path," Kuler said with a smile.
Lote was indifferent!
He and Kuler had been friends since more than twenty years ago, often working together as mercenaries. He never expected that after seven or eight years, the other party had already reached the sixth tier.
He had been stuck at the fifth tier for seven or eight years, and over the years, his involvement in tribal management had led to the neglect of his martial prowess.
He had given up hope, but seeing his old friend Kuler surpass him and cross the first threshold of a warrior, he suddenly felt a sense of unwillingness.
At this moment, Kuler looked at Corvinus and said, "The chief sent me mainly because the wasteland is too chaotic. It's not very safe for others to come!"
Uncle and this Kuler are old acquaintances?
Corvinus was surprised, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, it wasn't important.
"Is that so? The wasteland is indeed chaotic, but I think your chief is mostly referring to my tribe!" Corvinus said with a smile.
Kuler, hearing this, awkwardly smiled.
Yes, it was because they were afraid that the Silvermane tribe would double-cross them, which is why they let him, a sixth-tier warrior, act as an envoy.
After all, the Silvermane tribe has caused the Luochuan tribe to suffer a不小的 loss this time, especially the nearby tribes, who are not only wary of the Silvermane tribe but even more so of the Luochuan tribe.
This has hit the small businesses that Luochuan has with many tribes.
Luochuan has suffered significant losses.
"Alright, let's not beat around the bush. When can the sixty thousand jin of grain be delivered?" Corvinus got straight to the point.
One Mamuti of grain is fifty thousand jin, plus dozens of werewolf warriors, which is equivalent to ten thousand jin of grain, totaling sixty thousand jin of grain.
"Chief Silvermane, you should know the scarcity of grain now, so we plan to trade with gold coins," Kuler said.
Sixty thousand jin of grain is not so easy for the Luochuan tribe to take out, not that they don't have it, but the famine is getting worse and worse, and no one knows when it will end.
As a strategic material, Luochuan dare not take out a single grain.
"With gold coins?" Corvinus was taken aback, then nodded.
After all, gold coins are more convenient.
Seeing Corvinus agree, Kuler hurriedly said, "Sixty thousand jin of grain, at the current price of rye, can be cashed for a total of fifty-eight gold coins."
"However, our chief's intention is to pay a hundred gold coins, hoping that your tribe will return all the captured seat wolves to our tribe," Kuler said again.
"Impossible!"
As soon as Kuler finished speaking, Corvinus shook his head and said, "My tribe has captured a total of fifty-four seat wolves from your tribe. At five gold coins per wolf, it should be nearly three hundred gold coins. Your tribe only wants to buy with forty-two gold coins?"
"But these seat wolves originally belonged to our tribe..." Kuler frowned.
"Moreover, your tribe must still have a grain crisis. If you return the war wolves to our tribe, I can decide to add another fifty gold coins."
"After all, grain is becoming more and more scarce. With money, your tribe can also stock up on more grain." Kuler said with a smile.
Luochuan naturally has its own spies in the Silvermane tribe. Although it's not very clear, the Silvermane tribe doesn't have much stored grain.
"Hehe, thank you, envoy, for your kindness. The wasteland is getting more and more chaotic. The seat wolf is also a strategic mount. I think when I want to sell, there should be no worries about selling in the nearby camps, so it's still the same sentence, if you want, it's the market price." Corvinus said lightly.
Joking, the Silvermane tribe is short of seat wolves now. How could he return them, and at such a low price? The Luochuan chief is dreaming.
"Uncle, take the envoy to the transaction!"
Corvinus directly sent the guest away.
Kuler wanted to say something. In fact, adding fifty more gold coins is not the bottom line. Of course, wanting five gold coins per wolf is impossible.
He still wanted to say something, but Corvinus directly turned his face to the side, and at the same time, his good friend Lot also got up to send the guest.
Kuler had no choice but to think about redeeming the people and see what the chief said.
Watching the two leave the parliament hall.
Corvinus opened his system. Just now, he got a system prompt, as if someone in the tribe had advanced.
Open the system!
"Name: Corvinus
Age: 10 years old
Occupation: Fourth-tier warrior (experience 62/100) (prestige 1678/1000) (cultivation 6/10)
Position: Chief of the Silvermane tribe
Citizens: 3873
Soldiers: Warriors 753, seat wolf cavalry 206.
Animal pen: seat wolf...
Territory: 1620 square kilometers
Mall: (opened)
Professional inheritance: (opened)
Secondary professional inheritance: (opened)"
Corvinus looked at the attribute board, and indeed, a second-tier warrior had just broken through to the third tier. In the past half month, a total of four warriors had advanced. The original experience was fifty-eight, and now it has become sixty-two.
But these are all small things. Since that night, his speech, to build a temple of brave warriors, his prestige has soared by more than 1200.
And now it's still rising every day.
But he has never figured out how prestige is generated. After all, there are more than 3,000 people in the tribe, and one person should not have so little.
Moreover, when prestige breaks through 1000, he is very hesitant to break through to the fifth tier, but he wants to keep the prestige for emergencies. After all, the tribe is in a food crisis. If there is really no way, using prestige to exchange for food can also hold on for a few days.
In the end, Corvinus, like last time, did not click on the upgrade and chose to stay.
Just in case it's needed, it can really save the emergency.
Moreover, if you really want to upgrade your strength, you can do it at any time.
About half an hour later.
Lote returned to the parliament hall again.
"The Luochuan wolf prisoners have been taken away!"