Chapter 61: Cultivating the Mysteries Like a God
Zhang Yu did not know how proficient Zhan Zhitong truly was with the language. But in his view, whenever the man hid in the side chamber to listen to his lectures, his breath and aura were relaxed and at ease. That showed he was following along effortlessly, so his ability should not have been poor.
But even if the man understood the Steel Claw Tribe's language and culture, even if he had reached Zhang Yu's own level, it would have been far too naïve to think that language alone could solve every problem.
Just as Zhu Anshi had said that day, a few exchanges of words could not explain everything.
The Steel Claw Tribe was not like the natives who had submitted to the Protectorate Office over the past century and had their wildness ground away. These people were true barbarians who had emerged from the jungle where the weak were prey to the strong, steeped in humanity's most primal worship of violence.
The Strange God they worshipped was named Torn Throat, meaning "the torn-open throat." It represented slaughter and reeked of blood.
Language alone could not bridge the gap with them. Something harder and stronger was needed.
Zhan Zhitong's mistake was that, as the intermediary between two powers, he himself possessed no force whatsoever.
These barbarians thought in a manner utterly different from the Protectorate Office. Within the Steel Claw Tribe, most of those who truly held power possessed formidable strength and robust physiques.
Thus, in their eyes, even though Zhan Zhitong had been sent by the Protectorate Office, his own weakness meant that his words carried no weight.
Some members of the Steel Claw Tribe might even measure the Protectorate Office by Zhan Zhitong's "strength," arriving at an absurd conclusion.