As the two were talking, a soldier of the Female Warrior Tribe led over a black-skinned man from the distance.
After delivering their gifts of thanks to the Female Warrior Tribe, they had also asked about the location of Great Zhou. They had another batch of gifts to deliver to Great Zhou, so this saved them a trip.
The other party had clearly been informed of Zhou Xu's existence beforehand. As soon as he arrived, he hurriedly bowed respectfully.
"Your humble servant greets Emperor Zhou and the queen."
"You may rise."
Although Zhou Xu did not like them much, considering the current situation, they would be heading to support the Holy Roland Empire later. At that point, the Smith Republic would be the closest to their rear.
If nothing unexpected happened, they might well have to establish supply points nearby. At a time like this, it was better not to fall out with the other party.
After that came a round of endless verbal thanks and pleasantries, followed by cart after cart of gifts.
Compared with verbal gratitude, these carts of gifts were undoubtedly much more substantial. At a rough glance, there were at least twenty or thirty carts, each packed to the brim, displaying the utmost sincerity.
Clearly, Fisher also knew that he had dragged out these gifts of thanks for so long that it was already somewhat embarrassing. Since he wanted to cooperate with Great Zhou and the Female Warrior Tribe from here on, if he was unwilling to bleed a little, things probably would not go smoothly.
In a sense, he was quite a sensible man.
Zhou Xu did not inspect them himself. Instead, he casually dispatched a hundred-man unit to take over the twenty or thirty carts of gifts and send them to the Northeast Fortress.