"Lady Goddess, please save us!"
"Lady Goddess, please save us!"
Since Nalant was unwilling to budge, some of the sharper-witted barbarians immediately turned to look at Vini beside him.
In their eyes, Vini was a divine envoy, the embodiment of kindness and mercy. Surely she could not bear to watch them starve to death.
"My lord, can't you really take them in? Let them earn food through labor!" Vini seemed to have been persuaded. Unable to bear it, she immediately spoke up to Nalant.
"Vini, you know the state of the territory as well. I truly have no way to support so many barbarians for long. Even getting through this winter has already drained all the gold coins in my castle. Besides, as I said before, if this causes dissatisfaction among the other subjects, then our Storm Territory will surely fall into chaos in the future!"
"My lord, then how about letting them join Storm Territory and become your subjects? That way, the other subjects won't be dissatisfied, and they can continue working hard for you in exchange for food and beer."
"This... all of them becoming my subjects? Isn't that far too many?" Nalant wore a troubled expression.
"My lord, but if we let them return now, there isn't any prey left on the grassland for them. They definitely won't survive!" Vini looked deeply distressed.
The barbarians below immediately panicked.
It was no longer a question of whether they wanted to stay, nor was it a question of whether they wanted to drink that beer.
Returning to the grassland meant starving to death. So long as they could live, no one wished to die.
"My lord noble, please take us in! We are very strong and can do very, very much work!"
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