The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Although the Bearman acquiesced to Attilan taking followers, he felt it necessary to remind Attilan what a Druid should do.

However, the next morning, Attilan did not go to the Fishman tribe to subdue them, but continued to search for something in the forest.

At the Bearman's prompting, the Half-goat man found Attilan, carrying a piece of roasted giant lizard meat.

"I actually stole your giant lizard last time. Now that you are Master Gaea's disciple, we can be considered our own people. I'm returning this piece of giant lizard meat to you."

"I've spread my homemade jam and forest-collected spices on it. It's definitely better than what you made."

Attilan grabbed the giant lizard meat, tore off a piece with his sharp teeth, and stuffed it into his mouth. As expected of the hedonistic Half-goat man, the roasted meat was indeed delicious.

"You're a Half-goat man, why aren't you attending the joyful festivals and celebrations? Why are you staying in this boring forest?"

The Half-goat man touched his nose, revealing the hideous and terrifying scar on his chest.

"Tyr is my best friend. If she hadn't saved me, I would have been killed by that human lord. She wanted to study with Master Gaea, so I came along."

"Besides, the forest isn't boring. The Centaur village has a bonfire party every month, and across the forest is the Halfling town. All it takes is a piece of giant lizard meat like this to ask a Centaur to send me to the Halfling town."

Attilan looked at him with a smile.

"If you go to the Halfling town, do you have money to spend?"

The Half-goat man patted the panpipes hanging on his waist and said confidently:

"I'm the best musician, how could I not be popular!"

"Then do you think pearls are popular with the Halflings?"

The Half-goat man was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why Attilan suddenly asked this question.

"It should be possible. If a suitable jewelry craftsman makes them, I think the Halflings wouldn't mind exchanging a piece for a local specialty. After all, those Halflings are very good to their wives."

Attilan nodded thoughtfully. Relying solely on dragon might to make the Fishman tribe sincerely submit to him was unrealistic. In addition to coercion, he also needed to entice them with benefits.

The Half-goat man in front of him had already become the key to the first step in launching his empire. The food he made was definitely not particularly delicious to the Halflings.

But to the ignorant Fishman tribe, who were still making harpoons with bones, it must already be a rare delicacy. With roasted giant lizard meat and roasted fish, coupled with his dragon might.

The Fishmen will definitely submit!

Seeing the dragon in front of him, his eyes suddenly became greedy, and the Half-goat man's heart began to beat faster.

"Half-goat man, I have a business deal, are you willing to do it?"

"What business?"

"I provide the meat, you help me process it, how about we split it in half?"

The Half-goat man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it didn't involve eating him, there was no problem.

"No problem! Whenever you bring it, I'll process it for you. Tyr and I live on the small hill northeast of the Tree of Life. There's an open training ground there, you can see it at a glance when you fly in the air."

"By the way, what have you been flying around in the forest these past few days looking for?"

"Originally, I wanted to find food that could be planted in large quantities and provide sufficient nutrition, but now that there is a Halfling town west of the forest, I can let the Fishman tribe breed river mussels for pearls after I subdue them."

The Half-goat man nodded as if he understood, and then asked curiously: "With the Fishmen's inferior intelligence, can they really learn how to breed river mussels instead of opening them and eating them?"

River mussels are also food. If the Fishmen responsible for breeding are not full, they will naturally steal and eat the river mussels they are breeding, so Attilan needs to make sure that the Fishmen are at least not working on an empty stomach.

During his investigation in the forest these past few days, Attilan discovered several common fruits: apples, grapes, pears, peaches, dates, and some nuts like hickory, pine nuts, and acorns.

But these foods already had owners, and the Druids couldn't rashly disrupt the existing ecological balance, so Attilan could only pick some seeds with strong vitality and take them away, and plant the seeds first.

For him, if there was no food, he would just go to the forest to find it. Anyway, the forest was full of fruits, nuts, and various meats. It was just him, at most Tyr, so what to eat didn't need to be considered too much.

"You say you're going to great lengths to subdue that group of Fishmen, what can you get from them? Don't let the benefits not be worth your investment. You also know that with the Master here, he definitely won't let you exploit your followers like an evil dragon."

Exploiting the surplus value of the followers' labor is a very stupid behavior. Only by mobilizing their labor enthusiasm can this group of Fishmen actively contribute to his natural empire.

The Druid path proposed by Attilan was not entirely a bluff to the old Bearman. He really had a thought, wanting to see if he could achieve the goal of rapidly increasing his Druid level through this method.

"You don't need to worry about this for me. You go to the Centaur village first and tell them that I will come over as a guest later. I'll go catch some animals to take over as gifts first."

The Half-goat man was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously turned his head and asked:

"You don't want to subdue the Centaurs as your followers, do you? Let me tell you, the Horse King is quite strong. Even Tyr is not his opponent. When the Horse King asks the Master questions, the Master thinks about it before answering."

"Is the Horse King also a Druid?"

Facing Attilan's question, the Half-goat man shook his head.

"No, several Centaur warriors I know are all rangers. Their skills are all learned from the Horse King. The Horse King should also be a ranger."

"Okay, I got it, you go first."

After saying that, Attilan soared into the sky, not only catching giant lizards and wild boars, but also relying on his good mobility to pick a lot of fruits and nuts to pack and take over.

Because of the Half-goat man's advance notice, the Centaurs did not show panic at Attilan's visit, and for the first time, they did not aim their bows and arrows at him.

Before, every time he flew over from the air, there would be bows and arrows aimed at him, but the number was getting smaller and smaller. As a formal Druid, the Centaurs no longer rejected Attilan.

The Half-goat man also thoughtfully waited for Attilan at the entrance of the village, looking very surprised at his large bags of things. If he were asked to collect these things, he would definitely be exhausted.

"So many things, we can hold a bonfire party today!"

"Half-goat man, I'm counting on you."

"My name is Mep!"

"Got it, Half-goat man."

The Horse King heard this playful conversation, temporarily relaxed his vigilance against Attilan, waved his hand and instructed the Centaur woman next to him:

"Go and have them prepare the materials needed for the bonfire party."

As night fell, the Horse King personally lit the bonfire platform in the center of the village.

Knowing that Attilan wanted something from the Centaurs, this time the Half-goat man Mep went all out at the party, letting Attilan see what a gourmet's enthusiasm was. Just looking at the Half-goat man's pained expression, he knew that the spices he took out were not cheap.

Attilan tasted the wild boar leg, which was even more delicious than in the morning after adding various spices, and his eyes lit up. As expected, barbecue with more spices is more delicious!

That's right, he can also plant spices!

Not only barbecue, but all kinds of cooking techniques are inseparable from the addition of spices.

Planting spice plants is easy for Druids, and the price of high-quality spices is comparable to or even exceeds gold.

It's decided, he will use the money from selling spices as the start-up capital for the natural empire.

Eating barbecue and enjoying the strong wine provided by the Centaurs, the Half-goat man couldn't hide the excitement on his face, picked up the panpipes and started playing.

The beautiful music made people mesmerized, and the Centaurs all looked very happy. Attilan understood why the Half-goat man was so popular everywhere.

Under the lively cheers of the crowd, the Horse King found Attilan.

"Speak, what exactly do you want us to do for you?"

"I just need you to help guard and transport some things, similar to a caravan."

The Horse King looked at him with firm eyes, as if wanting to see through Attilan's thoughts. Attilan looked back at him without bias, and finally the Horse King agreed to Attilan's employment.

"As long as the reward you give is appropriate, the Centaur tribe has no problem."

"Then let's have a happy cooperation."

Attilan stretched out his dragon claw, and the Horse King also stretched out his hand and shook it.