Yang Yuanhong's words made Nuta, who had been about to say something, swallow his words again, a trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.
"Nuta, I'm not joking. I'm not using this to toy with or mock you."
Yang Yuanhong said solemnly, "Mosato told me about your tribe's situation. Without this generous reward, I'm afraid it would be very difficult for you to gather this year's tribute and sacrifices."
"I bestowed this gift not to win you over, but so that the members of your tribe may have some of the burden on their shoulders lightened."
"Now, you may go back."
After hearing these words, Nuta's eyes were filled with exceedingly complicated emotions.
Facing this Venerable Lord who had suddenly appeared and bestowed a blessing upon him, he could no longer regard the other party as a heretic as he had before.
"You... you're just letting me go?"
After a moment of silence, Nuta asked quietly, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell the temple about what happened here?"
"The temple will learn of what we're doing sooner or later. You can also use this important intelligence to obtain more benefits and resources for your tribe."
Yang Yuanhong said calmly, "As long as it can make life easier for your people."
Hearing this, Nuta turned around half-believing, half-doubting. Mosato, however, wore an expression as though he had expected this all along and pushed open the door for him.
When Nuta reached the doorway, he turned his head and asked, "Elder Mosato, do you truly think you stand a chance against the temple?"
Mosato smiled and shrugged. "As for the answer to that question, I'll tell you when you come back."
"Come back? I'll never come back!"
Nuta declared with absolute conviction, "I won't spread word of what happened here. Consider it repayment