Monster Minotaur

Chapter 12

After a group of more than a dozen envoys arrived at the cave, Mo Yan was rejected by Wu Ke (a big bald man) before he could say a word. Even Mo Yan was a little confused about this situation. Do these people care so much about his identity as a monster? Even if there are a lot of benefits in front of you, in the face of this completely win-win opportunity, will you throw it away in vain?

Mo Yan thought that the other party would lower the price, such as how much ore would be exchanged for how many tools, or some fabrics, etc., but Mo Yan did not expect that the other party would completely refuse. This made Mo Yan, who had already thought of his words, not sure how to take what the other party said. Do he have to defeat them all and enslave them to work for him?

Thinking of Mo Yan here, he suddenly felt that if he really did this, it would actually be quite touching. Once evil thoughts arise, they will spread like locusts. People couldn't stop thinking about it. Mo Yan seemed to have seen a lot of Salt's slaves working under him, forging weapons and producing food for his monster army.

But Mo Yan shook his head and drove this thought out of his mind. Such a direct and violent method would only be considered as a last resort. Using capital to enslave is always infinitely smarter than violence. At least those slaves didn't realize they were being enslaved by anyone. They work for the capitalists every day and obtain a large amount of wealth for the capitalists, but they only get a small part of it.

Really? After thinking for a moment, Mo Yan said to the nervous Wu Ke: Then there is no other way, but at least peace should be guaranteed, right? We can do it without violating the river. I swear to the God of War that I will not go Invasion of your village, and you in turn don’t bother me.”

We want the soldiers you captured last time. Wu Ke did not answer Mo Yan's words, but mentioned the fifty Salt soldiers who were captured: We want them to return to their villages.

Don't change the subject. Mo Yan moved his head closer to this, and said in a deep voice with a bald head that was somewhat confused about his situation: You rejected my kindness, and now you ignore my extended hand of peace. If this is really the case , you should know that I can kill you at any time. So...be careful what you say to me. You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, peace or war?

Ahem... Useless Salt warriors can't be as knowledgeable as a monster. Wu Ke looked up at Mo Yan's scarlet eyes, subconsciously took a step back, and said in a panic: Village... village What it means is that if you can promise not to appear near the village, we will also selectively ignore this area.

That is peace. Mo Yan gave this mediocre statement a simple definition.

Yes, peace. The messenger wiped the sweat on his head and said, However, the fifty soldiers and the Aruba brothers and sisters must be released, although they do not seem to be imprisoned.

Now that it's settled. A somewhat bored Mo Yan looked at the envoy in front of him and said, When you go back, take them back with you. It's very hard for me to raise these people, and they are all so edible.

In that case, let's leave now. The messenger pulled up the hood of his raincoat and hurriedly left the cave with the accompanying soldiers to meet the Salt soldiers who had been waiting outside the cave. But there were two warriors left in the cave. From the gray beards and wrinkles on their faces, we could tell that they were no longer young.

Aren't you leaving? Mo Yan, whose things were ruined, looked at the two old men in front of him while drinking mead in a depressed mood, and asked with some confusion: Or are you not the same as the bald guy just now?

In fact, you are right. One of the old men said with a smile: We are not from the same village. The one just now was Lobito's envoy, and we are from Cabinda Village. I am very happy to see you. You, I am Sula, the village chief of Cabinda.”

Village chief? After hearing the old man's self-introduction, Mo Yan sat upright and asked with some interest: It's actually the village chief who is here in person. You are really brave enough. Aren't you afraid that I will detain you? Do you want to get off?

Haha. Sula looked kind and said with a smile, not afraid of Mo Yan's threats at all: What use do you have for an old man who is about to be in a coffin? I can't work, and I'm so old that no monster wants to eat my flesh. Eat. What's more, I already told you when I left that if something goes wrong, someone will take my place. Detaining me will not do you any good.

You are really wily and scheming. Looking at Sura's serious face, Mo Yan, who knew that what he said was true, said with some admiration: But, even so, you still took a big risk, didn't you? I'm very worried I want to know why you took such a big risk to come here? Don't tell me, you are just curious about monsters that can speak human language. Lilith, get them something to drink.

Out of respect for these two brave men, Mo Yan asked Lilith to get some mead for the two old men and let them sit on the blanket next to the fire so that they could talk more comfortably.

I grew up watching that child in Aruba. Sula looked at the Urusa-style horn cup in his hand, smiled and said: I know the character of that child very well. When I heard about those who were What the warrior you defeated said when he came back. I felt that Aruba would not be the kind of person who would compromise with a monster, and after hearing your request for a trade, I was curious about what kind of monster you would be.

Then you can wait until Aruba returns and ask him what kind of monster I am. Mo Yan said, I think rescuing all the people who were captured should be the consensus you reached in the village.

Observation must be seen with one's own eyes. Sulla shook his head slightly and said: Listening to other people's words will never be as real as seeing it with your own eyes. I can observe a person's 'soul' through my eyes. What kind of person are you? I can tell a person at a glance. And other people's descriptions will always be biased. Only when I really see you with my own eyes can I decide on some important things.

So what's the result? Mo Yan asked this old man who believed in intuition first: What did you feel?

Cabinda, I am willing to cooperate with you. Sura said with a smile: You are smart and calm, and you handle things very thoughtfully and yet ruthlessly. A smart monster like you will not be like those brainless monsters. Attacking villages for strange reasons, you look more like a human than a monster. And Cabinda is willing to trade with monsters like you.

Haha... Mo Yan stretched out his palm to Su La and said with a smile: This is the best news I heard today! Trust me, you will not regret your choice today.

But Sura looked a little weird. She looked at Mo Yan's big hand and asked strangely: What do you mean?

Oh, okay. Mo Yan shook his big hand and said, Where I used to stay, after we reached a cooperation intention, most people liked to shake hands to show sincerity.

I see. Sura held Mo Yan's hand and said with a smile, That's really a strange habit. We prefer to take a knife to the chest and draw a blood mark to show our respect for the agreement.

In terms of details, we have to talk about it in detail. Mo Yan, who had no interest in hurting himself, retracted his arm and changed the topic: After all, the number of ores and wood, tools or other things exchanged, I only generally agree with Aruba. We discussed it. By the way, do the Salt people have currency? If we could settle in currency, I think it would be more convenient...

Mo Yan chatted with Sula for a long time by the fire. Now that the village chief of Cabinda has arrived, Mo Yan obviously wants to sign the agreement immediately to avoid any changes. When he was originally rejected, Mo Yan was still thinking about whether to smuggle tools from their village through Aruba.

As for the Salt warriors who had been taken away by Lobito, Mo Yan didn't care at all. The land that has been cleared has been completely turned into fields. And the goblins watching have also learned how to turn a piece of wasteland into land that can grow food. These Salt warriors have fulfilled Mo Yan's requirements for them.

The subsequent brainwashing and training are also for the purpose of releasing them in the future and bringing them back to the village. Some information from those who resent him is that Mo Yan is a tauren who believes in the God of War like them. This will more or less pave the way for the future.

Facts have proved that the brainwashing model of modern salesmen is very lethal to Salt warriors. When leaving, many Salt soldiers came to say goodbye to Mo Yan. Some even cried bitterly, saying that after returning home, they would come back to help Mo Yan in a while to repay his kindness in training!

Such a situation made Sura, who was discussing the details of the transaction with Mo Yan, a little surprised as to what Mo Yan had done to these soldiers to cause a situation like this to occur!

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