"Heh... a quarter of the river rights to the White Armor Tribe, twice as much resting land as the White Armor Tribe has, two hundred sets of Red Stone Hunting Crossbows, half a ton of meteorite gold, one ton of salt..."
The calm voice echoed through the great tent.
Isaiah, seated in a large beast-bone chair, grinned. "Quite tempting. Now tell us the rest of the terms. Don't tell me this is your sincere, unconditional compensation. You Red Stone people always like to reveal half and hide half during negotiations. It's truly unpleasant."
Echworth stroked his beard and smiled. "You will be fully incorporated under the jurisdiction of the Red Stone Alliance. The White Armor Tribe's rank can be confirmed as second, and you will have the authority to dispatch the stationed warriors of the Red Stone Alliance's remaining thirteen tribes."
After saying this, Echworth glanced at the reactions around him, a determined smile appearing in his eyes.
This condition alone was enough to drive countless people mad.
Join the Red Stone Alliance, immediately secure the second position, and raise the entire tribe's standard of living to the highest level on this grassland.
Faced with such an enormous temptation, he refused to believe these impoverished White Armor people could reject it.
Yet Isaiah remained seated in his broad, commanding posture. He merely lifted his eyelids, his gaze appraising. "Say everything you have to say. Keep this up, and I'll have no choice but to tell you to get out."
Hearing those blunt words, a trace of barely perceptible chill flashed through Echworth's eyes, but his false smile concealed it perfectly.
"Hahaha, Clan Leader Isaiah has truly underestimated our sincerity this time. These are not the terms we came to negotiate!"
As Echworth spoke with confidence, the dozen or so people