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"Would you like to get more ironware?"

There were only the interpreter and the chief inside the tent, so the interpreter didn't hold back and asked directly.

"Of course we want to, but there's nothing we can do without prisoners."

Everyone wants ironware. In the Black Tooth Kingdom, whoever has more ironware is stronger.

"You're so stupid. The adults gave you such a good opportunity, and you didn't even know how to cherish it."

The leader was annoyed by the insults, but he had no choice but to endure it. In the past, the translator was just a prisoner, someone to be slaughtered at will. Would he dare to speak to him like that?

"Please, translator, teach me."

"Did the lord entrust you with the matter of capturing prisoners? Are you perhaps making a profit by not capturing prisoners and exchanging them for ironware?"

"Yes."

"So all you have to do is sit back and wait for someone to send you prisoners, and you'll get the ironware?"

"Yes."

"So all you have to do is figure out a way to get others to send more prisoners, and you can reap the benefits without lifting a finger, right?"

"Yes."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's bullshit. Then why don't you use your brain and think about how to get more prisoners to be sent over?"

"Uh~"

I got scolded again, but I can only bear it. Times have changed, and the other party has powerful backers.

“Let me tell you, if you go and instigate wars with other tribes, won’t there be a constant stream of prisoners?”

The leader's eyes widened like saucers. He had never thought of this method before, but he had to admit that although the plan was vicious, it was very effective.

Once the war begins, there will indeed be a steady stream of prisoners being sent over, from which one can also profit. Most importantly, one's own strength will be constantly being depleted, while one's own tribe may be able to seize the opportunity to rise to power.

With this in mind, the chief disregarded cause and effect and made up his mind to start a war between the tribes.

Zhou Wu and Zhu Zhiyong never imagined that their simple desire to buy some slaves would ultimately lead to the outbreak of a full-scale war in the Black Teeth Kingdom.

. . . . . . .

The three thousand slaves that Zhu Zhiyong brought back were a timely help, relieving Zhou Wu's urgent crisis.

“Great, three thousand people can get a lot done.”

Zhou Wu was overjoyed as he watched the slaves being led off the ship.

For the sake of these slaves, Zhou Wu specially transferred Lin Niangzi's navy in advance and assigned some manpower to guard them.

"Madam Lin, I'll leave these slaves to you. For now, send them all to the fruit plantation."

"Okay, my lord."

Madam Lin ordered her men to take the slaves away.

They will be assigned to fruit plantations to reclaim land and plant fruit, and rice will also be an important economic crop in the South China Sea.

Although famine is almost no longer a problem in Dalong, it is impossible for them to eat potatoes and corn forever; rice is the soul of the people of Dalong.

"Well done, Old Zhu! You brought back three thousand slaves so quickly."

"Haha, I told you, you can trust me to handle things."

Zhu Zhiyong brought back three thousand slaves, and Deng Yuanliang also received news. Although the slaves of Dalong were all in the hands of wealthy and powerful families, and the number that could be bought was not large, Deng Yuanliang and the South China Sea Chamber of Commerce still managed to buy quite a few through various channels.

The total population has now exceeded 200,000, but even 200,000 people is just a drop in the ocean on the vast South China Sea island. Moreover, not all of these 200,000 people are permanent residents; there are at least tens of thousands of workers among them who will leave after finishing their work.

When Zhu Zhiyong returned to the Black Teeth Kingdom, he clearly sensed that something was amiss.

When the fleet entered the waters of the Black Teeth Kingdom, the sea was full of broken Black Teeth Kingdom boats, various debris, and even corpses floating on the surface.

"Has a large-scale war broken out in the Black Tooth Kingdom?"

In the past, the Black Teeth Kingdom was not peaceful either, but it was mostly just minor skirmishes between two tribes. However, it is clear that the situation on the sea is not something that can be caused by minor skirmishes.

Zhu Zhiyong just wanted to get ashore as soon as possible to find out what was going on, and he really didn't want to affect the prisoner exchange.

"My lord, you're finally back."

The interpreter, accompanied by the tribal chief and his men, waited for Zhu Zhiyong's arrival at the dock.

"War has broken out?"

These were Zhu Zhiyong's first words upon disembarking.

"My lord, you truly possess divine abilities. Even from as far away as the Great Dragon Kingdom, you know about the Black Tooth Kingdom."

The translator's flattery skills have become increasingly refined lately.

After Zhu Zhiyong sat down and took a sip of water, the interpreter began to recount the events that had occurred during Zhu Zhiyong's absence.

During Zhu Zhiyong's absence, the translator instigated the tribal chiefs to start fighting each other, taking advantage of the old and new grudges that had been settled between the tribes. In the past, wars between tribes were usually between two tribes and were quickly quelled by the mediation of the larger tribes.

However, due to the translator's instigation, almost all the tribes in the Black Teeth Kingdom were temporarily at war, and gradually several tribes formed an alliance, causing the scale of the war to grow larger and larger.

The Black Tooth Kingdom, which was originally a disorganized mess, has instead formed several alliances because of this war, and there is a growing trend towards centralized power.

After hearing the whole story, Zhu Zhiyong showed no outward emotion, but he was utterly shocked. How could a mere translator possess such ruthless methods and such a vicious heart?

The thought of this translator always being by his side sent chills down Zhu Zhiyong's spine. He immediately made a decision: once the matter of the prisoners was settled, this person must not be allowed to live.

"Good, good, good, not bad, I'll remember all your contributions."

Zhu Zhiyong was no longer a novice; he forced a smile and showered the translator with compliments.

The translator felt incredibly comfortable, as if he had taken a magic pill, and began to dream about his bright future. Little did he know that his ruthlessness had already led to his downfall.

How many prisoners were there?

The translator was already on Zhu Zhiyong's mind; now he was only concerned with the prisoners.

"My lord, we have already received nearly 10,000 prisoners from various factions, and they are still sending more every day. They hope to exchange them for ironware as soon as possible."

"Okay, give them the ironware right away."

Zhu Zhiyong immediately brought out the ironware, settled the account on the spot, and then ordered his men to load the prisoners onto the ship. Because there were too many people, the ship could not hold them all, so they had to keep transporting them back and forth.

The war in the Black Teeth Kingdom was still ongoing. After Zhu Zhiyong returned, he told Zhou Wu what had happened. Zhou Wu was also shocked. He never expected that his small action would trigger a large-scale war.

"I've actually become a warmonger."