The meeting ended quickly!
Kodiac, as expected, received the sum of two hundred gold coins, which made Lothar and the other werewolves look on with some envy. After all, two hundred gold coins piled together were truly dazzling, abundant, and visually appealing.
Of course, this also made Lothar and the others, who witnessed it, understand that Corvinus's words were not false.
The werewolves who participated in the meeting all left the hall in high spirits.
Because the Silver Mane Tribe had a new future.
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The tribal warehouse!
To be honest, this was the first time Corvinus knew the tribal warehouse was here.
The workshop and blacksmith shop were nearby, and when he had gone to the blacksmith shop before, he had seen this dilapidated house and thought it was an abandoned building.
Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, which was not small in area, Corvinus felt that it was so run-down that it might collapse at any moment.
However, to be fair, although the warehouse looked very dilapidated, the guards were quite strict.
Seeing Corvinus and Lothar approaching, the werewolf officer in charge of guarding the warehouse quickly came over and saluted.
"Open the door!"
"Yes, sir!"
The werewolf officer waved his hand, and the four werewolves at the warehouse entrance pushed the warehouse door open together.
This made Corvinus somewhat puzzled. Was this broken door that heavy?
But as the door was pushed open, Corvinus was surprised because the thickness of the dilapidated warehouse door was half a meter.
Lothar, seeing the surprised look in Corvinus's eyes, guessed what he was thinking and then said with a smile, "It looks very broken from the outside, doesn't it?"
Corvinus knocked on the material of the door, which was a very sturdy type of wood. It seemed like it was about to rot, but it was still very hard.
Hearing his second uncle Lothar's words, he nodded in agreement.
"Actually, it's not like that!" Lothar shook his head with a smile and said, "This warehouse has been in use since your grandfather founded the Silver Mane Tribe, for over sixty years."
"Because decades ago, it was set on fire by a hostile tribe. To prevent fires, the wood on the outside and inside is all stone-iron wood, but the middle is filled with iron juice as thick as a palm. The door is even more so, filled with iron juice over twenty centimeters thick. Because of the iron juice, it becomes very heavy."
"Actually, there are interesting things inside the warehouse!" Lothar said with a smile.
Filled with iron juice?
Corvinus thought to himself that it was clever. Stone-iron wood, known as the iron block of wood, is indeed very hard, but it is still wood and can still be afraid of fire.
However, with iron juice inside, even if the outside is completely burned, it will not threaten the safety of the grain inside.
The warehouse stores grain, which can be called the lifeline of the tribe, and naturally needs to be handled with care.
Corvinus pushed the three-meter-high door, but it didn't budge. It seemed that one side alone weighed several thousand pounds.
"Are there more interesting things?" Corvinus asked his second uncle Lothar.
Are there any more secrets inside the warehouse?
Lothar smiled and gestured for Corvinus to enter the warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, there were rows of wooden shelves filled with various items, including armor, weapons, dragon rat leather, and some handicrafts.
"Where is the grain?" Although the warehouse was large, it was still possible to see through it at a glance, but he didn't see any grain.
On the way, his second uncle Lothar had clearly said that he used more than a hundred gold coins from the tribe to buy nearly ninety thousand pounds of rye from the nearby camp.
Ninety thousand pounds of rye, one hundred pounds per bag, would be nine hundred bags, and when piled up, it should at least fill one-fifth of this warehouse.
However, apart from the items he had just seen, the place was empty.
Lothar smiled, pushed a large wooden rack aside, then squatted down, grabbed an iron ring from the ground, and pulled it hard. Instantly, a piece of iron plate about two square meters in size was lifted.
Corvinus was taken aback. There really was a secret!
He walked over and looked down, finding that although it was dark below, with the light shining down from above, he could see that it was incredibly spacious down there.
"The grain is all down here!"
Lothar then walked down, and in a moment, the entire area below was lit up.
As soon as the area below was illuminated, Corvinus saw a staircase leading down.
"Come down!"
Hearing his second uncle's call, Corvinus walked down. When his body was completely inside, he found that there was a sloping corridor leading further down.
Corvinus followed the staircase down and roughly calculated that he was at least thirty meters below ground level.
When Corvinus finally finished the staircase, he was stunned by what he saw. Below was a gigantic palace, several times larger than the warehouse above. The space had been renovated, but it looked old, and due to humidity, some parts of the wood had developed water stains.
Corvinus looked around this vast space and also saw the neatly stacked grain in the corner.
"This used to be a small copper mine. When your grandfather discovered this mine, the copper had already been exhausted."
"This is the main mine, and it connects to several smaller mines."
"When I was a child, this place was a playground for me, your father, and your uncles. Occasionally, your grandfather would also teach us combat skills here."
"After your father became the chieftain, this place was converted into a warehouse, mainly for storing grain." Lothar explained the history of the place to Corvinus, seeing his astonished look.
"I see. But this place is indeed very secure!" Corvinus nodded in agreement.
If it weren't for his second uncle Lothar bringing him here, he wouldn't have known that the tribal warehouse had such a safe place.
Without saying more, Corvinus went to the grain pile and released the grain from the system's warehouse.
As Corvinus stepped back, a pile of grain appeared. One pile was ten thousand pounds, or one hundred bags. The system's warehouse was calculated in grids, with one grid holding one hundred units.
So Corvinus had the system take out the grain thirty-four times.
"Uncle, there are a total of three hundred and thirty-four thousand seven hundred pounds of wheat here."
Lothar was already beyond shocked.
This was three hundred and thirty-four thousand seven hundred pounds of wheat?
Looking at the mountain of grain, he felt it was almost surreal.
Lothar took out a bag and casually swiped his finger, grabbing a handful to take a look.
"Good! Good! Good!" Lothar exclaimed three times in a row.
Corvinus remained indifferent. His second uncle really cared a lot about the tribe. If it weren't for him, perhaps his second uncle would indeed be suitable for the position of chieftain.
"White wheat?" Lothar suddenly paused, then said in surprise.
"This white wheat is even cheaper than the rye you bought!" Corvinus said with a smile.
His words were true. He had spent only a little over three hundred gold coins for so much white wheat, while his second uncle Lothar had used almost all the tribe's savings, about one hundred and twenty to thirty gold coins, to buy just over ninety thousand pounds of rye.
Of course, he didn't really want to buy rye. Mainly, he was tired of eating black bread. Rye flour was coarse, hard in texture, low in starch, and didn't absorb water well. The resulting black bread became as hard as a rock once it was left out.
Corvinus really didn't want to eat it anymore!
Moreover, the price difference between rye and white wheat wasn't that significant. Now that he had money, there was no need to save here.
White wheat cheaper than rye?
Lothar absolutely couldn't believe it. In the camp, the price of white wheat was almost twice that of rye.
Subsequently, Corvinus explained the whole story.