Throne of the North.

Chapter 235 A transaction

"Devil, I won't let you succeed!"

The strong native man shouted and continued to shoot arrows, but Ryan remained unmoved. The horse under him was able to dodge such arrows.

"Yeah, the relationship between your tribes must not be that good, right?"

"The harsh winter in the north is getting closer and closer to the area where you live. The land between tribes is no longer wide. Sometimes, in order to chase prey, you will run into the territory of other tribes, right?"

"Under such circumstances, how can there not be conflicts and wars?"

"Our arrival has made you stop the war, but if given the chance, the men of those tribes would definitely not mind enjoying your women and using your sons as slaves."

"Let your women bear them sons, and then their sons will command your sons."

"Hide?"

"To be honest, if you were hiding, I wouldn't go looking for you because I wouldn't be able to find you."

"But you know the answer to what I just said."

"If we outsiders can't find it, what about the other natives of this world? Can they find it? If they do find it, how will they treat your wealth?"

"Your mother might have to come out and walk around. Your father will probably be killed by them, or he might be killed by us right here."

"You are dead, but your loved ones are still alive..."

"Perhaps, they are more miserable alive than you who are dead."

"Well... it's hard to say, what if..."

Ryan's words began to be ambiguous, but every word he said would arouse countless fantasies of these indigenous warriors.

Often, the worst thoughts in their own hearts are the most devastating things.

"You should be able to see that my army does not have the flags of the enemies you encountered before."

"That noble likes to use war to solve problems, but I don't want too many warriors to die, whether they are your warriors or the warriors behind me."

"Unfortunately, if I can only kill you, it will be a small price to pay."

Ryan kept shaking his head, and in front of him, the natives had stopped shooting arrows and were holding their weapons tightly. If they stood there any longer, they would probably exhaust their own strength.

Their breathing rhythm was already disrupted, and the densely packed soldiers outside made their inner panic turn into despair.

Ryan struck while the iron was hot and gave these brainless barbarians a way out.

"How about this, I will make a deal with you on behalf of all the nobles behind me."

"I promise that no soldier will break into your tribe and kill your people."

"But as a trade, you need to help us hunt the wild beasts in the mountains and forests."

"As long as I am alive, this deal will be fully effective."

Ryan took out the parchment that he had prepared long ago. The knight servant behind him pulled out a yellow cow. Ryan cut it with a sword, and the blood of the yellow cow splattered on the parchment.

"This is your tradition, so let's conclude the contract this way."

"Agree?"

Ryan said loudly, the knight's sword in his hand flashing with a sharp cold light. As long as the natives continue to refuse, the army behind them will break through this defense that seems not strong enough.

"We... agree."

As if something dear to him was about to be separated from him forever, the sturdy native man hunched over and asked the warriors to put down their weapons.

When Ryan turned around, he thought he would see a group of shocked and worshipful gazes, but instead he saw a group of people looking at him as if he were a ghost, and they all stepped back.

What the hell?
Ryan quickly realized that the people in this world were too naive. Even if the nobles fought each other, they would not really do anything weird, not to mention that these were knights who fulfilled the spirit of chivalry. The strongest fortress is often breached from the inside, and this truth is not yet widely recognized.

"Baron Ryan... Did we win?"

Baron Enzo still found it a little unbelievable as he looked at the indigenous warriors who had slowly opened the gate and walked out dejectedly.

There have been examples of conquering the enemy without fighting in the past, but those were among nobles, where the war was settled due to the exchange of interests and compromise.

And there are very few examples. The nobles are gentlemanly but also primitive and barbaric, and they like fights of blood and fire.

Looking back at the dead-looking native warriors, Ryan blinked and said:

"What are you doing?"

"This is just a friendly transaction between us. We are equals. It's not a surrender or defeat for you."

After that, Ryan asked curiously:

"Are you going hunting today?"

The sight of these natives tying their hands and feet and surrendering in defeat made Ryan think that they were after having experienced a war.

"what?"

A group of native men blushed. It took them great courage to suppress their inner shame, believing that not dying in this war was a blasphemy against the gods.

Because of this, the strong man in the lead has lost a lot of prestige.

What's the matter with the other party's words now? I have already surrendered, and you say we haven't lost?

I don’t understand?

At this moment, the group of strong men broke their bodies that they had managed to hold on to, and became flustered. They wished an ant nest would appear on the ground so that they could count the number of ants in it.

"I...we...we..."

The leading man blushed and spoke incoherently, and at this moment Ryan's voice was heard again.

"Are you going to pick up your relatives hiding in the mountains?"

"My dear ones...oh, yes, we are going to bring them back."

Ryan smiled and nodded, then turned to look at the soldiers behind him.

"What are you still standing there for? Make way for our friends."

After Ryan finished speaking, the soldiers gathered together and soon a path was cleared.

A group of native savages wearing animal skins trembled as they walked through the majestic military formation, and then ran into the mountains and forests as if they were escaping.

After they left, Baron Enzo came to Ryan and whispered:

"Do you want to wait for them to bring everyone back and then arrest them together?"

Ryan glanced at the baron. This was a very wrong idea.

"How is that possible? I am a noble. I will not use my reputation to frame these natives."

"If I say it's a deal, then it's a deal. It's a deal between all of us nobles and these natives."

Ryan said this with a meaningful look in his eyes. He was not doing this to live in harmony with the natives.

But it was to deal with the approaching Marquis of the North Wind.

(End of this chapter)