A big stick in one hand—naturalization plans; a carrot in the other—unconditional naturalization quotas. Then, they singled out the Silla Tribe, the most obedient and the first to express its willingness to submit to the human race, dividing the Goryeo Wolf Tribes into different ranks according to their "sincerity."
Xu Kun had truly mastered the art of checks and balances with this soft but firm move.
All confidence came from having a mighty tree to lean on. If you said one, the other side would not dare say two.
"Everyone, why aren't you speaking? Our human race has always upheld democracy. Any decision may be questioned and discussed. If you feel anything is inappropriate, feel free to bring it up."
"As for me, I will convey your thoughts. I trust our higher-ups will take them into consideration as appropriate."
From beginning to end, Xu Kun did not display the slightest arrogance. Instead, he maintained a mild tone, honestly carrying out his duty as their messenger.
An envoy, especially one receiving a race that had come to surrender, ought to treat them gently.
Before coming here, he had already anticipated all sorts of situations after taking Lord Dong and the others' opinions into account.
Among the many wolf tribes on the Goryeo Peninsula submitting this time, some had done so only because circumstances left them no choice. It could be said that their fear outweighed their sincerity.
Especially after the Wolf Race's main forces had moved westward and the imperial capital's army had marched south, achieving the feat of one against eighteen, that fear had only intensified.
Circumstances had forced them to make a choice.
What paths did they have to choose from?
The fact that the Wolf Race's entire migration west had not included them already said a great deal.