After speaking, Andrew took out another bag of rations and tossed it to the old woman. Everyone could not help glancing at Andrew's waist. Just how many bags of rations had he brought?
"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince Consort."
The old woman had wanted to refuse, but seeing the longing in her clansmen's eyes, she accepted it. The Northuldra were not skilled at farming. They generally lived by hunting and fishing and could not do without meat.
Hearing the old woman also address Andrew as "Your Highness the Prince Consort," Elsa and Princess Anna were both embarrassed and angry. That kick earlier had definitely been too light.
Matthew was cold-faced but kind-hearted. He had no objection to Andrew giving some of the jerky to the Northuldra, and he continued:
"Twenty years ago, the King of Arendelle at the time—Queen Elsa's and Princess Anna's grandfather—established diplomatic relations with the Northuldra and helped them build a dam so they could live better lives.
"Everything had been fine at first. On the day the dam was completed, we even held a celebration. But for some reason, the Old King and the Northuldra Clan Leader suddenly began killing each other. Naturally, we had to step in and help, and that was how the two sides began fighting.
"In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses. Even the Old King died in battle. I had planned to lead the remaining soldiers out of the Magic Forest, but it was sealed off, so we could only remain here."
At this point, Matthew glanced at the Northuldra across from him and said, "We believed the Northuldra were behind it, while the Northuldra believed we were behind it.
"So we fought for more than twenty years. It was only a few days ago, when the Bugs appeared,