Of course, Li had played the good guy here. Though he had directly caused these Highlanders to become slaves, he would still have to deal with them later, so naturally he had to seize this chance to win their favor. As for the black-faced villain, that role naturally fell to Caesar. Who knew how many slaves in Caesar's hands already hated him to death? A few hundred or thousand more would not be a problem at all.
The disturbance was quickly quelled. Of course, Li and Caesar also restrained their subordinates somewhat. The slaves could fight if they wanted, but they were not to curse them carelessly. These Highlanders were rather fanatical when it came to faith; insulting their customs and beliefs would inevitably provoke resistance.
The journey continued without incident. Then Angel suddenly came to Li and handed him a rather thick notebook that looked as though it had been around for quite some years.
With nothing else to do, Li began reading it in the carriage. To his surprise, it was Thrall's journal! It recorded nearly two hundred years of major events within this Highlander tribe, as well as some of Thrall's insights into magic.
What surprised Li was that the text used was actually the relatively common human script rather than the writing the Highlanders took such pride in. Though Thrall's handwriting was truly nothing to praise, Li still forced himself to read through the scrawled script.
"Roar Calendar, Year 80, November. Which harsh winter was this already? Over the years, the game in the mountains had grown scarcer and scarcer, and even the underground water veins had begun to dry up. It seemed it was time to suggest that the chiefs of those tribes restrict their people's drinking. After all, the grain used to make one