Chapter 533 Calming the Violent Spirit (XV)

There was a tolerant smile on the little lion's lips: "'Lord of Tiefeng County,' as long as you don't plan to default on the debt, you don't have to worry about not having a way to clear the debt."

"For example?" There was no smile on Winters' face.

If you see Winters, you must ask him clearly on the spot. The little lion blinked, leaned forward, and got closer to Winters. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by footsteps.

Pierre opened the door curtain and came in carrying the mazza.

The little lion immediately stopped, distanced himself from Winters, and winked at the latter.

However, Winters turned a blind eye and repeated the previous question: "Like what?"

Hearing this, the little lion smiled politely at Pierre, then turned to look at Winters, and asked kindly: "[Hurd language] For example, can you get rid of your little pup first?"

Winters half-smiled, "Pierre," he tilted his head slightly and translated for Mitchell truthfully, "His Excellency Yahaqi said you were my 'son of a bitch' and asked me if I could send you away."

Pierre stood solemnly behind the blood wolf, without even looking at the little lion, and replied in a deep voice: "I am your mastiff. I will go wherever you want me to go."

Winters looked at the little lion again and solemnly informed the latter: "Pierre Giladnovich Mitchell has my unreserved trust. So no matter what you say, you can say it in front of him "

He paused and added emphatically: "What's more, Mr. Mitchell is the one who will interact with the Akagawa Department in the future. The more important the matter you want to talk about, the more important it is that he should be present."

The little lion looked up at Pierre. The latter had obviously been lifted up by the blood wolf, but he did not show any expression of gratitude or pride.

The Warlord of the Waixin Reclamation made his eyes look at his nose, his nose looked at his mouth, and his mouth looked at his heart, like a sculpture, standing behind the blood wolf.

The little lion stared at Pierre for a while, shrugged, stood up, shook his robe, and formally stretched out his hand to Pierre, with a slight smile on his face: "Your Majesty the Governor, it will be your turn later. Let’s talk.”

Pierre didn't react at first. It wasn't until Winters nodded gently at him that he took a step forward, stretched out his hand without saying a word, and symbolically shook the little lion's hand.

"Okay, okay, I already know the status of the Commander-in-Chief, now it's time to get down to business."

The little lion lifted up his robe, sat carelessly on the horse, and went straight to the topic:

"Settling the account is actually very simple - you are not without goods, Hestas. The forging hammers on both sides of the St. George River are clanging every day, and the furnaces at the foot of Iron Peak Mountain are billowing with smoke every day. You can't hide it from me."

"If your information is really as well-informed as you think, then you should know, little lion." Winters responded calmly: "Currently, we do not have enough iron to exchange for what you sent."

The little lion pretended to be puzzled: "Since you know that the scrap copper and iron you have is not enough to pay the bill, and you are in urgent need of our goods, why don't you exchange something more valuable?"

"For example?" Winters spoke slowly and slowly.

Seeing someone knowingly asking questions, the little lion frowned and briefly growled in his throat: "I really can't stand you Veneta people, so stop pretending to be stupid!"

Pierre felt that the little lion's gaze was specifically crossing his body.

The little lion said gruffly: "Bring out the things we really want! Sabres! Muskets! Armor! Medicine! We will take as much as you can bring out, and the price is up to you - of course, The premise is that it must be fair and not too excessive..."

The little lion took a breath, stared at Winters, and said in a seductive tone: "I know that you are lacking a big animal spirit now, and we are the most in need of this thing. As long as you nod, Hestas , I promise you in the name of Brother White Lion that horses, cattle and sheep will be continuously delivered to Tiefeng County and delivered to you, as long as you nod..."

"Is the battle in the Red River Department not going well?" Winters interrupted the little lion who was talking incessantly.

The little lion raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask that?"

Winters didn't answer, but told the other person with his eyes, "You know why I asked that."

"On the grassland, no one would dislike having too many bows and knives." The little lion asked, "Isn't your war going well? Aren't you also constantly making weapons?"

Winters was noncommittal, but Pierre narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly—the little lion talked a little too much.

After thinking for a moment, Winters asked politely: "Do I think that if we reject your request, the existing business relationship between us and you will also be affected."

"Of course." The little lion grinned, showing two fangs: "Do you really think that we traveled all the way from the north bank to the south bank to do business with you just to buy your two broken pots?"

A cold snort came from Pierre's nose.

"I am aware of your request." Winters paused: "But I cannot reply to you immediately. This matter requires not only my permission, but also the understanding of my colleagues."

"Oh! That's right! I heard about it!" The little lion slapped his thigh and pretended to suddenly realize: "What did you do... something similar to the alliance of various tribes..."

"Hey!" The little lion looked at Winters and asked half provocatively and half jokingly: "You can decide something by yourself, but now you need others to nod their heads; the tribe that originally belonged to you alone has now become someone else's property. You...you are just like finding a father for yourself? Why do you do this?"

This kind of attack can't hurt Winters Montagne at all. He smiled politely and didn't say anything.

But Pierre couldn't allow anyone to insult the blood wolf. He stood up and squeezed out a warning from his teeth: "Sir Yahaqi, watch your words."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The little lion waved his hands repeatedly and apologized in fear: "I'm a barbarian and don't understand your customs."

"You..." Pierre stared.

Winters patted Pierre's leg gently. The next second, Pierre sat back, but still glared at the little lion.

"Okay, stop glaring at me, Your Excellency the Governor. Your eyeballs are about to fall to the ground." The little lion said with a smile, "You are not really angry, are you? There is no need to act like this. Even if you do nothing, Hestas won't mind."

Pierre really clenched his fists this time.

The little lion ignored Pierre and asked Winters with a smile: "Did you two rehearse in advance?"

"Not at all." Winters easily dealt with the little lion's sarcasm and asked back with a smile: "But the cooperation is not bad."

"Not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment." Winters brought the conversation back to the point: "Regarding your request, as long as the temporary Supreme Committee discusses the results, I will send the fastest horse and the best messenger to inform you."

"No need to be so troublesome." The little lion put his hands behind his head, leaned back slightly, yawned, and said lightly: "I will wait here until I get a reply. So if there is a result, just tell me directly."

Winters' attention was focused, but on the surface, he just pointed at Pierre: "Mr. Michel will prepare food and accommodation for your people."

Sure enough, the little lion continued: "The animals are living things and must be sold as soon as possible. Since you don't have enough goods, I hope you can agree that I can deal with these animals slowly by myself."

"How to 'slowly deal with'?" Winters patiently played dumb with the little lion.

The little lion smiled faintly: "Of course someone comes to buy, so we come to sell."

Pierre's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

The transactions between the Chihe tribe and Tiefeng County have always been exclusive.

In the lion's territory, the blood wolf only does business with the white lion; in the wolf's territory, the white lion only does business with the blood wolf.

The little lion is threatening that if Winters Montagne does not meet their requirements, the Chihe tribe will look for new partners.

Winters kindly reminded: "The Teldun tribe came only once last year. It is difficult for the Hede people to be welcomed in the newly reclaimed land now."

The little lion was calm and composed: "On the grassland, wolves have their own ways, horses have their own ways, and lions naturally have their own ways."

Winters pondered for a moment and asked pointedly: "Excuse me, are you requesting? Or informing?"

"What about request?" The little lion was unmoved: "What about informing?"

"If it is a request, it also needs to be discussed and approved by the Provisional Supreme Committee." Winters' eyes condensed into a needle, looking directly into the little lion's eyes, with a warning tone in his tone: "If it is a notification, I am very grateful that you can inform me in advance."

The little lion resisted for a while, but still lost.

The little lion looked away: "Just treat it as a request."

"Thank you very much." Winters nodded and saluted: "I will give you a reply as soon as possible."

After that, Winters signaled Pierre to see him off.

"Wait! There's one more thing!" The little lion shouted, "This matter should not be approved by the committee, you answer me now!"

"Please speak." Winters's eyebrows surged with curiosity.

"There are still many Hed people in the Tanilia Islands." The little lion spoke quickly: "Aren't you from Veneta? Doesn't Veneta occupy half of the Tanilia Islands now..."

"It's three-fifths." Winters corrected instinctively.

"What?"

"It's okay, you continue."

"Anyway, you must have some connections in Veneta, right? My brother and I are counting on you to help us redeem the children of the tribes imprisoned in the islands and send them back to the grassland..."

The little lion stared at Winters and said heavily: "Just like we helped you send the Palatians who were stranded in the wilderness back. Will you help us?"

Winters hummed.

This request, which should not be rejected today, made Winters feel embarrassed.

Seeing Winters's expression, the little lion frowned and added, "The price is easy to negotiate."

"It's not about the price." Winters smiled bitterly and explained sincerely, "Since I set foot on the land of Palatus, I have only had a few communications with my family in Hailan. And given the current situation, I can't think of how to safely send people back to Palatus from Taniriya. In comparison, redeeming people is simple..."

The little lion became more and more disappointed, but he also saw that Winters' words were true and he didn't lie.

He sighed heavily: "Then...then let's do it."

"However, I promise you." Wen Tesla held the little lion's hand, looked into the little lion's eyes, and said word by word: "As long as conditions permit, I will do my best to bring those who have strayed to the tower." The people of Niria Islands brought them back home.”

At the end, he also added:

"No charge."

——

[after a while]

After sending away the little lion, Pierre returned to the tent and his first words were:

"It's true to the old saying, Your Excellency, [making a deal with a lion] never ends well."

"Business, that's what it is." Although Winters had never done any serious business for a day, he still unconsciously put on a Venetian airs in front of Pierre and smiled faintly, "Now the White Lion takes the initiative. He pinched us, and if I was given the chance, I would pinch the White Lion too.”

"Then what should we do?" Pierre asked unwillingly: "Can we just let the barbarians of the Chihe tribe manipulate us?"

After hearing this, Winters put away his smile and seriously warned Pierre: "First of all, the White Lion is not a 'barbarian', and neither is the Chihe tribe. It is because we regard them as 'barbarians'. What a heavy price we have paid." , have you forgotten?"

Pierre was silent. After a moment, he replied bitterly: "I will never forget it."

Winters noticed Pierre's deep-rooted hostility towards the Hurds, but now was not a good time to educate young Mr. Mitchell, so he kept silent about it for the time being.

What's more, this kind of hostility is simply an instinct for the Plato people. Therefore, this educational opportunity is not bad.

"Secondly." Winters continued what he just said and said with a smile: "Our deal with the Akagawa tribe will benefit both sides if we unite and lose if we divide. Whoever can show less fear of losing both sides will be able to win in this tug-of-war. Take advantage. The White Lion wants to take advantage of us, but we can also take advantage of him.”

"Then what should I do?" Pierre asked: "Should I put the little lion under house arrest?"

"No need, take care of the little lion and wait for my news." Winters smiled: "I would like to see who Akagawabu can hook up with."

Pierre nodded and asked again: "Bell just sent someone to deliver a message. The 'big banquet' in the palace tent is almost over. Do you want to go back and show your face again?"

"Showing your face?" Winters subconsciously touched his eye sockets and gasped in pain. He said angrily: "Showing your face for what? A swollen 'face'?"

Pierre also smiled: "Then I'll tell Bell to send those drunks away directly."

Winters rubbed the circles under his eyes and suddenly had an idea. He jumped off the camp bed and waved to Pierre: "Come on, follow me and I will take you somewhere!"

After that, Winters strode out of the tent, and Pierre followed him without knowing why.

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