"Delivering supplies?" The chiefs were stunned.
"That's right. The moment my lord returned to Storm City two days ago, he began mobilizing supplies!"
"He left many of Storm City's affairs unattended and dealt with the supplies first."
"It's just that there are quite a lot of you, so preparing these supplies took some time."
"Look, that long line of wagons coming from behind is carrying the supplies prepared for your tribes this time!"
Quick nodded again, then pointed at the long procession of wagons slowly approaching in the distance.
Seeing that seemingly endless line of wagons, the words the alien chiefs had been about to say were all swallowed back down.
The dwarf chief was no exception.
"This time, my lord has allocated tens of thousands of catties of wheat, as well as several hundred thousand catties of sweet potatoes."
"Oh, you may not know what sweet potatoes are. They're also food that can fill your stomachs."
"They smell fragrant and taste sweet. You can roast them or boil them—either way, they taste very good."
"In addition, my lord has sent over ten thousand catties of meat this time, all of it fresh sea fish."
"As for other daily necessities, every tribe will receive quite a lot, though it may not be enough for everyone to have one for the time being."
"But my lord asked me to tell you not to be too anxious. He has already made arrangements, and the rest will gradually be made up in the future!"
"Oh, right. Here is the list of supplies for this time. Please take a look, chiefs!"
As he spoke, Quick took out several lists and handed them over.
The alien chiefs accepted them blankly.
They then opened the supply lists and looked at the items laid out one by