Though Old Suo Wade still put on a show of refusing to give away his daughter, his heart was very honest.
Lynn could clearly see his [Loyalty] surge, jumping from 28 to 40 in an instant.
To a tribal chief like Old Suo, sons and daughters were not particularly precious assets.
He had more than a dozen wives, and the women of the tribe were his for the taking.
As long as his body held up, how many descendants could he not produce?
Lynn asking him for his son and daughter was, on the contrary, a very sincere gesture.
Old Suo Wade had long seen clearly that the Wild People had no future.
The Northern Wasteland's environment was simply too harsh. The land was barren and the climate freezing; it could not support many people at all.
If they wanted their people to live good lives, they had to learn the southerners' language, customs, and methods of production.
Better still, they needed to return to their relatively warm and fertile homeland.
It was simply that the enmity between the two peoples ran too deep.
Coupled with the massacres once carried out by the southerners, relations between the two peoples had been drawn taut as a bowstring. There was no possibility of integration at all.
And now, a Southern baron had actually taken the initiative to propose marrying his daughter.
This was undoubtedly a wonderful beginning.
If handled properly, the Lowland Tribe's tragic fate might very well be changed.
Such a fine opportunity lay right before him. How could he not seize it tightly?
His initial troubled expression had merely been an instinctive attempt to haggle for better terms.
Yet he had not expected his son Little Suo's childish bluntness to tear away his mask.
"Baron, my son and daughter will