From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 191 The loser’s little thoughts and the lion’s big mouth (2)

“But, we don’t”

"Don't worry, there will be rice coins and food. The Black Forest Troll will never let any of its friends really be cornered, as long as you are willing to cooperate."

Interrupting what the other person was about to say, Big Ya smiled and said,

"Fourth, there are more than two thousand young trolls in the Black Forest who have suffered eternal pain because of the harmful drinks you sell;"

"They're insane, their muscles are weak, they've basically lost the ability to work, and they've become severely dependent on that damn Vino."

"We are not willing to kill them. The Black Forest is a civilized area that respects the right to life, but it is impossible for us to let them continue to drink the Vino you provided."

"So, we need to do an in-depth study of Vino and find out the possibility of bringing them back."

"Therefore, the Toulon Ministry must hand over all information related to Vino drinks, from raw materials to processes, and no hiding or concealment is allowed;"

"In addition, the Toulon Ministry will support these poor troll descendants who have lost their ability to work because of your dirty smuggling trade in the coming days, so as to shoulder your responsibilities.

"

Therefore, they actually know best what is going on with the trolls in the south.

"Perhaps you have some misunderstandings, Your Excellency the Chief Priest."

If you can’t even fully appreciate the joy of life, you should sadly die of old age.

Shaking his head, unable to bear the pity that he could not help but feel in his heart, Big Tooth said,

"What I have to tell you is that among my colleagues sitting here, except Cui Wenli and Zhuo Erni."

"Wait a minute. Three hundred years? One hundred and fifty to three hundred years?" A horn-hoofed species confirmed in horror, ignoring the chief priest's eyes.

"Please believe me, we are better at demanding direct force than deception." Big Yatian, who had just told a big lie, swore shamelessly.

There is a little pity in Big Tooth's eyes

Even if we don't talk about the people, even their clan leaders and shamans, what can they accomplish in only about a hundred and thirty years?

His thoughts were back on track, and he swore that he had never seen anything like a 'rice coin' before. He heard that its material was not only not precious metal, but not even metal, but damn shabby wood.

In fact, the chief priest had not seen the "meal coin" with his own eyes. The news came to his ears in the form of a chat after dinner;

He, as well as the senior officials of the Hornhoof species who also treated this matter as a joke, did not understand the efforts made by the Tooth Department in 'preventing counterfeiting'.

"so what?"

"Your Excellency, is this just three hundred years a long time? Then may I ask, how long does your tribe live on average?"

In this era, at least in the area within the sight of the trolls, this currency cannot be counterfeited or even destroyed by normal means.

"This is Nightstad (Yeya), a senior officer of the headquarters and one of the captains of the array infantry. He is 154 years old this year."

"What? Does the High Priest have any objections?"

Several troll officers looked at each other. Not only them, but also the seven witch doctors next door were surprised.

The horn-hoofed species on the opposite side were stunned at this time. They raised their heads, hoping to see a little guilt in the eyes of Big Tusk and other trolls to prove that they were lying.

"I can understand that your department's chronological system is very different from ours. The only difference is that we don't have a 'moon' here, only a solar season."

"This 'year' is the 'Troll Year'. The 48 lamp hours of the sun rising and setting are one day, 40 days are one month, and 12 months are one year. Do you understand?"

The high priest acted very sincerely, as if he was really thinking about the trolls.

"Even if you don't count me, let's talk about the rest of the shamans and the clan's senior leaders. How many of them will still be alive not to mention three hundred years from now, even fifty years from now?"

But the Hornhoofs were disappointed with these abominable guys, and they might really be able to live as long as 350 years.

While he noticed something, he was also puzzled by the question of the military leader opposite him.

Is there any problem with this? The lifespan of a shaman is almost the upper limit of the life of a Toulonian. The other Toulon species cannot survive because they do not have the conditions.

"The common people may have a lifespan of about ninety years. The senior members of the clan are a hundred and fifteen years old, and we shamans can generally live to be a hundred and thirty-five years old."

This is especially true for the representatives of the clans present.

The Vino trade naturally has little to do with the poor horned hoof species. The main reason is that these seventeen big clans are the main force in smuggling. Whether it is harvesting grain, brewing, transportation, etc., most of the processes are actually in one place.

It is under the control of senior officials.

He was still talking, but Big Tooth didn't understand at all. What did the chief priest opposite him 'understand', and what was he trying to persuade?

'Big Tusk, ask them how long they can live. Maybe there are some problems with our intuition about time scale.'

"By the way, most of the people who are poisoned are young trolls under the age of fifty. They are curious and lack self-control. Your harmful drinks take advantage of this and hurt them."

He pointed at the two Far Traveler leaders, and after they bowed slightly and bowed slightly, Big Tooth continued,

"Except for these two juniors who will turn fifty this year, none of the colleagues here are younger than 150 years old."

"I understand what your ministry means. It's just that the three-hundred-year period and the compensation installments starting from one hundred and fifty years are a bit exaggerated, isn't it? I won't live long as an old man. I probably have another ten or fifteen years.

Become one with the spirits of your ancestors;”

"What you say is a three-hundred-year compensation period, which not only prevents us from convincing our compatriots, but also prevents you from getting real protection; and when all the people of Toulon who have experienced the war die, the remaining

There’s just incomprehension and hatred, and that’s all I’m talking about.”

The horn-hoofed priestess closed his eyes tiredly. He was thinking about the compensations proposed by the Black Forest before, estimating their approximate value, and also considering the 'meal coins'.

"Oh, by the way, to avoid ambiguity I will mention it a little bit more."

In addition, the other compensation items they mentioned before may not be fully compensated even if they sell them over and over again ten times.

Even if we take a step back, they would agree with "compensation for unjust benefits" and "compensation for war losses";

The sound reached the depths of his cochlea from nowhere. Big Tooth pressed his ears with some discomfort, so he did not see clearly. The eyes of several shamans present had shifted for a moment at that moment;

In the regretful expressions of the witch doctors in the next tent, Big Tooth, who was not very interested in these things, waved his hand to interrupt what the chief priest was saying, which in his opinion was just nonsense.

He looked around at the people at the opposite table. The trolls who seemed a little confused were trying to persuade them 'sincerely'.

"When we put forward the conditions related to this, we never thought about playing tricks on the time of compensation. In fact, there is no need at all."

The chief priest looked away vaguely from the direction of the tent wall and answered inexplicably.

"Huhuhu" the high priest lowered his head and took two sharp breaths. When he raised his head again, his expression was as usual. He stopped all additional discussions and spoke in person.

"I am 173 years old, Daba, and our cavalry captain is 167 years old;"

Envy, jealousy, hatred, while all these emotions were tumbling, the horn-hoofed species were also vaguely aware of a problem.

So these trolls seem to really want the Hornhoof Tribe to shoulder this long-term debt that has lasted for three hundred years, which is almost unheard of in the North, and they think this is a matter of course.

Although there are some differences in lifespan among the various tribes in the North, they are only based on this basis, plus or minus thirty or fifty years.

"Ah this."

"only."

The base material of rice coins is special magic wood that can hardly be processed twice, and it is also engraved with specific numerical codes;

"So Chief Priest, to us, three hundred years is really just the life span of one generation of trolls."

"At the same time, in order to express your sincerity and obtain the forgiveness of the people of the Black Forest, the materials you should deliver for this purpose will be three times the conventional requirements;"

The chief priest swore that in his long life. Forget it, he no longer plans to use the adjective "long" in the future. In front of the fanged barbarians of the Black Forest, it would make him look a little ridiculous.

How big is the food appetite of trolls? Do they know exactly what thousands of trolls will need for the rest of their lives? This is definitely a terrifyingly exaggerated number;

The horned hoof species on the opposite side opened their mouths in fear at this time. The obvious nonsense of the giant teeth made them panic and made them at a loss;

But what about 'poisoning' and 'losing the ability to work', this is clearly blackmail. These fanged barbarians can't get drunk at all, okay? Why do they need to bear any damn 'support'?

Big Ya didn't leave any time for them to interrupt. He raised his head from the manuscript and continued with a kind face,

"Therefore, your obligation must last for the span of their lifetime, which means that it must last for at least three hundred years. And many of the previous compensations will not be paid immediately. They can be paid in installments~ It is roughly set at

It should be within the range of one hundred and fifty to three hundred years."

Putting down his hand, he asked again,

After all, if you lose, you lose, if you have to pay, you have to pay, if you have to give in, you have to give in. This must be natural. The rest is just bargaining.

"Alas, it's a pity that young people have lost their labor force and the joy of fighting. This is a huge harm to them individually, to their production teams, and to the entire Black Forest."

"Tell me, Chief Priest, are you too abominable?"

This is the basis for Nesta to issue rice coins and forcefully promote rice coins. However, as the "era" advances, the "food standard" has declined, and it seems that it is time for reform.

Of course, this is not the point at this time.

But the chief priest didn't know this. He only understood that even the powerful ethnic groups in the North would never dare to use this kind of thing in their own tribe, let alone communicate with foreign tribes? What about this group of barbarians?

How dare?

'Wait a minute. Maybe it's because they are barbarians that they dare to use that kind of thing? Is there anything in this that can be exploited?'

After a moment, the chief priest gave a pretentious sigh, then raised his head and looked at the giant tooth, and said again,

"Please tell me the remaining conditions and we'll listen first."

Big Ya tilted his head and looked at him, then tapped his fangs and smiled ferociously, and nodded in response,

"That's fine."

Sorry for being late, there are too many things going on in the lab today.

It’s doubled at the end of the month, so give me some monthly passes~

(End of chapter)