"The method is simple."
Ye Ting did not keep them in suspense and readily laid out his idea:
"With Miss Aeldara's introduction, we can seek the help of our neighbors."
"Neighbors?"
The term left everyone stunned.
Did they have neighbors?
Daelin immediately recalled Ye Ting's suggestion when they had first arrived:
"Sandor, my friend, do you mean those quilboar when you speak of neighbors?"
"That's right." Ye Ting nodded and added, "And the centaurs."
"We've already discussed this, Sandor." Daelin crossed his arms, displeased. "We cannot do that. It goes against the spirit of chivalry."
"You misunderstand, Daelin." Ye Ting waved his hand with a bitter smile. "Is enslavement the only way to get these indigenous races to help us?"
"What do you mean?" Daelin was even more confused. "What else can we do?"
"Of course, we ask them directly for help." Ye Ting spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Just like asking your neighbor to lend a hand when you're planting trees, or spending a few copper coins at the docks to hire a porter."
"...That does seem to make some sense."
After hearing Ye Ting's proposal, everyone, including Daelin, felt as though they had suddenly seen the light.
Yes, why had they not thought of such a method before?
It was because they had long assumed they could not communicate with these primitive indigenous races.
In the past, they would never communicate with the gnolls in the forests or the murlocs by the shore. Of course, mages were the exception.
Ordinary people had never had such experience. How were they supposed to communicate with quilboar and centaurs?
Realizing this, Daelin immediately understood.
"You mean... no wonder you specifically emphasized that Miss Aeldara understands the languages of the local natives. You intended for