The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

These exquisite foods were naturally not for the slaves. Their food was simply rinsed offal, stewed with sand onions and baobab fruit.

Attilan didn't even give them salt, but just threw the salty stones he found into the soup pot to cook together. The salt in the stones would bring a good salty taste to the mutton soup.

Even this was a delicacy the Minotaurs had never tasted before. The desert sheep's offal was deliberately cut very finely, and the sand onions and baobab fruit masked the fishy smell of the offal very well.

It's just that the portion was too small, because Attilan stipulated that the Minotaurs could not be full. The large bowls that the Minotaurs usually used for eating only had a shallow layer.

Fortunately, the baobab fruit was served at this time, but Attilan found that there were only salted fruit pits. Where was the pulp?

"Why did you serve roasted fruit pits?"

The half-sheep person said with some disgust:

"The pulp is too sour when roasted. On the contrary, the fruit pits are very crispy and fragrant when stir-fried with salt. It's just that good things are not suitable for Minotaurs to eat too much, so I made some jam and dotted it with a few stir-fried fruit pits."

"Look, didn't they lick the plates clean?"

These Minotaurs really hadn't seen the world. It seemed that subduing them would be very easy.

Attilan flew over the Minotaur crowd, first with a dragon roar to start, and then began to bewitch people's hearts.

"How was the food just now? Is there anyone willing to be my slave now? If you become my slave, you can eat food like that every day. As long as you work hard, you may even have more delicacies to enjoy after becoming a dependent."

"Those who are willing to be slaves, stand up!"

Under the lure of food and Attilan's seductive rhetoric, more than a dozen Minotaurs actually stood up on the spot. After standing up, they remembered to look at the chieftain's reaction.

What could the chieftain say? He knew that these fools couldn't resist the temptation of food at all, and it was not shameful to be a dragon's slave. Wasn't there still a chance to become a dependent?

Even if they didn't stand up, weren't they still slaves?

"Very good, each person chooses two Minotaurs to form a work team. Mep, let the fishmen give these team leaders another serving to eat. They stood up bravely and must be rewarded."

"But! If you are lazy at work, the first person I will punish is the captain. If you do well, the captain can become a dependent, and the remaining people can eat two servings of the captain's meal!"

According to the Minotaurs' understanding, it meant that they would be beaten if they were lazy at work, and they could eat more if they worked hard.

Soon the fishmen served the captains, this time giving them half a bowl directly. Compared with the shallow layer just now, the Minotaurs who didn't stand up were simply regretting it to death.

Now they could only drool and watch the captains devour it, and these guys even ran in front of them with their bowls to show off.

But they didn't dare to resist. The blood-sucking vines were still wrapped around their arms, and the little food they had just eaten was not enough to make up for the blood absorbed by the vines before, so they really didn't dare to move around.

The wooden bowls were licked so clean that they didn't need to be washed. Attilan smiled knowingly when he saw this.

"Now the captains go and choose your subordinates, and you must start working now!"

If you don't work after eating, wouldn't the energy provided by the food be wasted?

Most of the Minotaurs were sent to level the land and open up farmland. The Minotaurs were responsible for turning the soil with wooden farm tools, and the fishmen cleared the weeds, stones, roots, and other things that affected planting.

Soon the team leaders realized that this bowl of rice was not so easy to eat. They not only had to work, but also had to stare at the other two people working, which was really hard.

The remaining Minotaurs were renovating the camp under the leadership of the fishmen.

Because of the Minotaurs' extremely unhygienic living habits, the camp was a breeding ground for dirt and grime, simply a place of filth.

The first thing to do was to clean up the soil contaminated with filth, and then transport clean soil in to fill it up.

The extremely unreasonable architectural structure meant that these houses also needed to be rebuilt. The Minotaurs' craftsmanship was simply a waste of these woods.

They crookedly nailed the wood into the soil, put a few more pieces of wood on top, and covered it with branches and large leaves. Those who knew to tie it with vines were already smart people.

Most of the Minotaurs simply slept in the middle of a pile of randomly placed wood.

Only the Minotaur chieftain's house actually had a roof made of sheepskin. Although the sheepskin was peeled off raggedly, it also showed that the chieftain was completely different from the ordinary Minotaurs.

The camp was being transformed into his image according to Attilan's will. All the Minotaurs began to work, and only the chieftain was not arranged to do anything.

He stood silently in place, watching the Minotaurs he had gathered working more diligently than when he was the chieftain.

"Want to know why they are working so obediently?"

He really wanted to know, but he didn't want to ask Attilan and bow his head to Attilan.

It didn't matter if the chieftain didn't ask, Attilan patiently explained to him.

Whether it was his arrangement for the Minotaurs or his rhetoric to the chieftain, it was all to tame these Minotaurs.

Let them get used to obeying his orders and get used to the more civilized lifestyle now, and the Minotaurs would no longer be willing to betray Attilan and return to the primitive life of drinking blood.

"They are very clear that only by following me will they have the opportunity to enjoy more good things. Don't worry, I am not an evil dragon. I will not fail to fulfill my promise and treat you as tools."

Don't worry, you are not tools, you are tool people.

If it developed according to Attilan's plan, it might not be a blessing for the Minotaurs. Through the influence of civilized society, these Minotaurs might not change much.

But their children will definitely have an increase in intelligence.

I believe that one day, Minotaur scholars will also appear in Attilan's natural empire, such a historically significant profession and figure.

The chieftain will definitely not be able to see it, but Attilan can help him see it.

"I hope so."

Cunning made it not so easy for the chieftain to believe Attilan. His intelligence determined that he was not a fool who could be bought off with mutton offal.

Taming the Minotaurs was not easy, but the construction of Greenscale Town had to continue, so the fishman priest led most of the fishmen back to Greenscale Town the next day.

This camp was also named Great Horn Town by Attilan, and a sign was erected overnight.

Attilan needed daily practice, so he let the half-sheep people watch the Minotaurs. He told the half-sheep people how to control the blood-sucking vines to prevent them from rebelling.

The half-sheep people were still worried that they couldn't control the situation, and thought about how to suppress them domineeringly until dawn before they fell asleep. As a result, no one caused trouble the next day.

All the Minotaurs honestly worked, ate, and worked.

The suppression method he had carefully designed all night was not needed at all.

He even wanted to say, why don't you give me some face and cause some trouble?

The chieftain seemed to be really thinking about Attilan's words, sitting motionless at the gate every day.

The Minotaurs completely accepted their current life in just seven days, and Attilan took the opportunity to try.

Let a few well-behaved Minotaurs become dependents as long as they can hunt three desert sheep at a time and bring them back.

Although only two Minotaurs successfully brought back three and became dependents, the remaining Minotaurs brought back prey, and none of them ran away or stole food.

Attilan saw everything clearly in the sky. His taming was successful!

Obviously, the Minotaurs had become obsessed with the mutton offal that had more portions and tasted better every day.

Moreover, the house was covered with a layer of hay, and it didn't leak wind or rain, so it was too comfortable to live in.