After the officer corps left, Victor looked at Jell, who was still standing at the city gate like an underling, and changed his expression, speaking amiably. "Chief Jell, as I said, there's no need to rush your final decision about the title. I'll have someone take you and the young men of your tribe to the settlement shortly so you can reunite with your families. Take this opportunity to choose some suitable people to join the fighting.
If you lack officers or weapons, tell me promptly. I'll have the War Department allocate them to you immediately.
At least the Iron Bone Tribe hasn't launched a major attack yet, so you still have time to prepare. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
Jell nodded frantically after hearing this. Once Victor turned and left, Jell realized he seemed to have forgotten something and immediately slapped himself.
He muttered to himself, "What was I hesitating for? I should've just told the Marquis that the tribe was willing to join Two Rivers County. I hope the Marquis isn't too petty!"
Then he slapped himself again. "I can't speak ill of the Marquis behind his back!
Jell, Jell, you're always like this. The Marquis has shown you such great kindness—you need to know how to repay it!"
The several guards nearby only felt that Chief Jell might be a little sick. Seeing him constantly slapping himself, they all moved farther away. No one heard what he was saying.
Not long afterward, an official from the Government Affairs Office arrived with several militiamen and led Jell and his tribesmen to the settlement.
Everything went smoothly, except the official found it strange that Chief Jell's face was somewhat swollen.
After a brief rest, the border fortress's Cavalry force left the