Arneb, since I had finished speaking to the other lord and Chief Aerey had ordered us to dissolve, we were to return to our own territory.
But before this meeting began, I put it down by saying to the chiefs of the three tribes: 'Silven', 'Isimeon' and 'Hoyus', 'when the talks were over, I would like to talk to them'.
I told you to gather at a place called 'Obama', a little west of 'Darano', where the talks took place, and I will go to it.
When he arrived at the place, he had sent the tribesmen to the place beforehand to set up a tent, while keeping perimeter alert.
When they saw me, they all saluted me.
"Are they all wearing them?
"Ha, they're all here already"
"Yes. Good luck. Keep your perimeter alert."
When I say so, they all leave the place in full grace.
I confirm that no one is here. I enter the tent.
In the tent were three men: Marcosias, Erumantos and Diomedes.
"Did I make you wait?
"No, I'm not waiting that long."
That's what Erumantos says, so I'll sit in the provided futon, reassuring myself that I haven't kept you waiting so long.
"Well, Arneb. Would you like to know why you called us in?
"You don't have to tell me. It's about today's meeting."
"Hmm. Again, yeah"
Diomedes still looks like.
"What did you guys think when you heard that story?
When I ask so, the three of them look at each other's faces and speak the thoughts that are in their hearts.
"Honestly, I don't believe it."
"I doubt too much that just paying 40% of the harvest I can take that year will give me autonomy"
Marcosias and Diomedes look incredible.
"I can't say anything."
Erumantos had a complicated face.
"Why do you think so?
As far as I was concerned, it was surprising because I thought that Erumantos would react the same way as the other two.
"I don't know the bottom of that Lewie. Anyway, I have a lot of knowledge. I think I might be able to show you around."
Yeah, with that being said, I brought word to her that Eliumantos wanted to talk to us at the regular meeting of the Twelve Clans.
Is that why you know a piece of Lewie's knowledge?
"With that said, your lord would have said what salt would have done in the conference seat."
That's what Diomedes says.
Salt? It was made by pulling the water from the sea in the territory of the Mongads.
But I don't know if the production process is bad, but the sand mixes no matter how.
"Hmm. Look at this."
Erumantos throws a leather bag into our center.
And when we gave him his leather bag, it contained white grains.
"" "What's this?
"Salt."
"" "Ha ⁉" "
That this is salt. ⁉
Marcosias also takes that grain by putting it in a surprising not much leather bag and flushes it into his hands.
"Oh, my God, it's smooth. The taste... definitely. Salt."
"Hey, whats up ⁉"
I don't believe it.
It is also surprising that such bright white salt could be made, but it was surprising that salt could be made even though it was inland in the territory ruled by Lewie.
"Does this kind of salt have a way of making it? That lord."
"Uhm. Definitely"
Erumantos nodded.
This is outrageous.
"But as the chief of the tribe, I doubt that he can truly govern this territory."
"Uhm. Certainly."
"Even salt has no knowledge of us. Perhaps it can be successfully cured?"
Diomedes and Marcosias also bother.
Hmm. It's not the same way I took the conversation from the beginning, but you won't have to worry about betraying me if I do this conversation.
"So here's a suggestion, would you listen?
"Yeah?"
"What do you do?
"It's easy. You have to go through our territory for the lord to get to the depths."
"Exactly, but... no way"
You noticed Marcosias.
"Yeah, that's right. Deploy the soldiers of our tribe at the border between the other and our territory, and seal off the road."
"Blockade?
"If you do that, won't it be a war?
"They were the first to talk about it, so all of a sudden there's no war. Besides, if it's not as easy as cutting through all this, it's no use going to the depths."
"But"
"Oh, if they can cut through our stalls and get to the depths and respond to Aerey's request."
"" "What if I could?
"Then stick me out as a mastermind"
"What?"
"What are you gonna do with that? ⁉"
"It makes sense. If the other lord can't do one thing by blocking the road, he's just a man with a mouth, and I can't trust him with anything. No one will listen to a man like that. If the other side succeeds and can rule the field with one of my necks, it's cheap. My brother will succeed me."
That said, you had a brother.
"Is there a problem with the inheritance? But can you assure me that his brother would not kill the other lord with a grudge that killed his sister?
"There's no problem there."
I have always told my brother that if I die, you will be the chief, and even on top of that, and that whoever has killed me will appear, my mouth will be so full that he will think about the situation and then act.
Later, I don't know if this is really the case, but my brother also draws the blood of the chief who leads the tribe. Sometimes you know that damage should take precedence over emotion.
"Uhm, is your lord really good with that?
Diomedes asked as if to confirm.
"Yeah, no problem."
It would be cheap if our tribe could survive.
"Aye, okay. Well, let's get on with it."
I heard Diomedes say that, and so did the other two.
"If that's what you're thinking, I'll give you a hand."
"Me, too."
Marcosias and Erumantos also nodded at me.
"Well, let's make a quick placement."
I spread out the map, and talked to the three of them about where and how to expand it.
At the end of the conversation, Marcosias said:
"But when it's time for you to welcome your son-in-law, why are you the chief?
"Hmm. When my predecessor's elder chief died, my brother had just become a single digit, so I was supposed to be a elder chief until my brother grew up."
"I mean, he said he was busy working as a sheikh around the age of both flowers and shame, and he didn't have time to make a man"
Ugh. Sure you're right, but something's gonna come gushing.
"It would be good. Besides, I have my own standards."
"" "Criteria?
"That's right. Futuristic, and most of the time, it's worth the amount of water you put into it, and it's worth enough to make a harem, and it's stronger and sweeter."
Why don't you shut up?
"This, again"
"I misunderstood you."
"Oh, that's a good battle with Ratatosk in a way"
"Huh ⁉ Why, with that kid?
A good battle with a kid who has such a moffy tail and a grumpy one ⁉
I'm not going to listen to you.
I ask the three of you what the word means, but the three of you said nothing but smile.
I can't solve it.