The People of the Great British Empire All Love Referendums

William was still thinking about who would jump out and bluntly say "I object," and then slap them across the face.

But the entire tribe fell silent for a moment.

With Bane's leader so easily defeated, no one dared to object!

Seeing that no one spoke, Ronan, who liked to make his presence known tonight, timely put on a serious face and advised:

"Stop, Bane!"

Bane's face was still pressed against the ground, eating dirt, and his legs were burning and stinging from sliding on the gravel. All he could think of for a moment was cursing:

"I'm the one getting beaten up now, and you're telling me to stop? Are you kidding me?!"

"We wizards have always loved peace and would never start a fight without cause," William added.

His opening remarks were delivered in the tone of an old-fashioned Chinese person who only cares about development.

What peaceful development, the shared destiny of humans and horses, the new Belt and Road Initiative... it's all just empty talk.

William recounted everything he had learned in his previous life at the University of Youth, paused for a moment, and then continued:

"I won't kill Bane, because he used to be my friend. I saved him once, and I'll let him go now."

"Everyone, don't be instigated by some unreasonable individuals!"

Many Centaur nodded in agreement. Even in this situation, Stark didn't kill anyone, he only defeated... Ah, truly a good friend of the Centaur.

The leader of Bane is so old, yet he's so hostile towards others; he's really wasting his life.

Listening to his tribesmen's discussions, Bane's breathing quickened, his chest heaving. He raised his head and shouted sharply:

"Stark, you and I are of different races, and I am proud of that."

Don't flaunt your wizards' mercy; we will not yield...

Bane attempted to incite Centaur nationalism and create racial conflict.

He was also skilled at playing the "hoof" trick and stirring up trouble for no reason.

For example, during those years, they would find the Merpeople chieftain and subtly probe him, asking him questions:

Why do wizards refer to "Merpeople" by putting "human" first, instead of "fish"?

A seasoned chef!

But no Centaur paid him any attention, for a roar rang out from afar.

Many of the Centaur quickly grabbed their bows and quivers and aimed them into the distance.

As the two thick tree trunks were separated, Grawp's enormous figure appeared in the gap.

Grawp opened his crooked mouth dumbfounded, his brick-like yellow teeth gleaming faintly in the dim light.

He squinted his dull, muddy eyes, staring down at the small animals at his feet.

The sight of such a ferocious Giant caused many Centaur to tremble involuntarily.

Grawp roared and casually uprooted a willow tree, intending to smash it on the Centaur's head as if playing whack-a-mole.

But two figures appeared on his shoulder.

Hermione and Anne stood on it, craning their necks to look towards the tribe.

"William, are you alright!" Hermione shouted.

William waved at her.

"Brother!" Anne called out, then turned her head and scolded in a sweet voice:

"Grawp, what did I just teach you! Don't litter! Even if you don't hit a child, it's still bad if you damage the flowers and plants!"

Grawp awkwardly dropped the tree, growled, and mumbled, "Williams!"

"Put down your bow and arrows. It's Granger and Stark's sister," Ronan commanded.

The Centaur silently lowered their bows and arrows, raising their heads to warily stare at the Giant.

Hagrid burst in, carrying the golden bow, shouting, "Firenze, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Firenze walked over.

With Giant and Hagrid joining Stark's ranks, the Centaur fell silent.

But Ronan stepped up and continued grinding reputation.

"William, you must restrain this Giant and prevent him from approaching our tribe!"

This is our bottom line, Centaur!

Ronan looked righteous, as if he were having a serious discussion with William.

All the Centaur felt Ronan's sense of responsibility.

"Of course, he won't come out except for that cave," William assured him.

The Centaur breathed a sigh of relief; none of them wanted to fight such a Giant.

As expected, Ronan was capable enough to get the wizard to back down so quickly.

If it were Bane, he would probably just tell everyone to rush up and shout, "Fire in the hole!"

Having seen that tonight's performance was over, Ronan looked around and said seriously:

"Very well, then there's only one last thing... I want to initiate a tribal referendum to request a re-election of the chief."

Bane sat on the ground, his expression sorrowful and lost in thought. He finally understood that his observation of the stars at night had indeed revealed the division within the Centaur tribe.

But the Centaur who was banished was none other than... himself!

The Joker was me!

Referendums are a very popular activity that allows everyone to fully enjoy the feeling of being in charge.

Although this process may involve unauthorized votes, zombie votes, or missing or missed votes... that doesn't matter, democracy is all that matters.

The people of the Great British Empire also enjoy referendums, and the Centaur of the Forbidden Forest have adopted this habit as well.

But compared to the Scotland referendum, the Forbidden Forest is sure to succeed this time, after all, Bane's credibility has plummeted to its lowest point.

The Centaur firmly believe that only Ronan can make Centaur great again.

Of course, Ronan also stated that the Centaur would make efforts to repair their relationship with Hogwarts.

While ensuring that the interests of the Centaur are fully protected, we are prepared to strengthen cooperation with the wizards.

In short: The Centaur will collaborate with Akali's Mystery Shop to develop the Forbidden Forest.

This is undoubtedly beneficial to William.

The Forbidden Forest is a raw material production base; it's a treasure trove.

But not only are they difficult to collect, the Forbidden Forest are also very dangerous.

Acromantula can help with gathering, but although they have many legs, they have no hands and can only do basic tasks.

The old spider Aragog, who looked to be dying, was also determined to lead his people to migrate away from the Stark.

Not only are they harboring ulterior motives, but they're also less reliable than Centaur.

With the help of the Centaur Tribe, the Forbidden Forest came to belong to the Stark.

As a great philanthropist, William's profits would certainly be 70/30.

Seventy percent of them definitely belong to the Stark; the Centaur have to be mindful of his feelings.

Just as William and Ronan were discussing increasing their cooperation, several sharp cracking sounds came from outside.

He realized something was wrong, and sure enough, after going outside, he caught three... girls behind the cabin.

Hermione and Fire Kiss were practicing their swordsmanship there, while Anne cheered them on, urging Fire Kiss to avenge her.

Hermione didn't use magic, so Fire Kiss gained the upper hand.

She was a Centaur who lived in the Forbidden Forest every day; she was not only incredibly strong but also had extensive combat experience.

But Hermione always learned from William, and she was more agile and skillful than Fire Kiss.

If I had to compare, it's somewhat similar to the battle between Arya and Trene in Winterfell.

One relies on strength, the other on skill.

Upon seeing William arrive, both girls immediately stopped, and Anne stood in a row against the darkness.

Hermione gestured with her eyes, indicating that it was just a friendly spar and nothing more!

Anne looked up at the dark clouds, her face innocent, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Fire Kiss secretly glanced at the Goblin sword in Hermione's hand, a look of envy on his face.

Seeing William staring at her, she glared at him warily, her expression saying, "Don't even think about touching my armor, or I'll fight you to the death."

That's clearly William's armor; he just lent it to you to wear!

"William, I'd like to buy a Goblin- made sword from you," Fire Kiss said again.

"Do you have money? Goblin swords are very expensive." William glanced at her.

"Take it from the magical materials I collected for you," Fire Kiss said with a carefree laugh.

William rolled his eyes. "The junk you collect won't even fetch a few Galleon... You couldn't afford it even if you worked for me your whole life."

Fire Kiss's eyes darted around, and he leaned down to whisper something in Hermione's ear.

William sensed something was wrong and turned to leave.

Hermione suddenly snorted coldly and shouted angrily:

I'll buy you the Goblin Sword; you don't need to pay for it, and I won't pay for it either!

Didn't that person pull someone's hair so hard it hurt? Shouldn't they pay some compensation for physical harm?!

William looked helpless, feeling utterly undeserving of this misfortune.

Before we arrived, it was Fire Kiss who let me ride, and even said she could straighten my hair... but now she's so ungrateful, framing me!

Looks like I'll have to find Ronan 82 to deal with him!

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