Chapter Twelve: Reaching an Agreement

  After a group of over ten envoys arrived at the cave, Mo Yan hadn't even spoken a word when he was flatly rejected by Wu Ke (Baldy). Even Mo Yan couldn't understand this situation - were these people really so particular about his demonic identity? Would they give up such an opportunity that could benefit both parties, even with great advantages laid before them?

  Mo Yan had thought that the other party would haggle over prices, such as how many minerals to exchange for tools or fabrics and so on. But Mo Yan hadn't expected them to completely refuse. This left Mo Yan, who had already prepared his words, at a loss for what to say next. Was it necessary to defeat them all and enslave them to work for himself?

  Mo Yan thought that if he really did this, it would actually be quite moving. Once an evil idea is born, it will spread like a plague of locusts. It's impossible to stop thinking about it - Mo Yan seemed to have already seen it: large numbers of Sartre's slaves working under him, forging weapons for his demon army and producing grain.

  But Mo Yan shook his head and drove the thought out of his mind. Such a direct violent approach would only be considered when all else fails. Using capital to enslave is infinitely more clever than violence. At least those slaves won't even realize they're being enslaved. They work for capitalists every day, generating vast wealth for them while getting only a tiny fraction for themselves.

  "Is that so?" After a moment of thought, Mo Yan said to Wu Ke, who was somewhat tense: "Then there's no way around it, but at least peace should be guaranteed, right? We can coexist peacefully. I swear to the God of War that I won't invade your village, and you shouldn't come to disturb me either."

  "We want the warriors you captured last time." Wu Ke did not respond to Mo Yan's words, but instead mentioned the fifty captured Sarte warriors: "We want them back in their village."

  "Don't change the subject." Mo Yan leaned his head closer, and the bald man who was somewhat unclear about his situation said in a low voice: "You rejected my kindness, and now you're ignoring the olive branch I'm offering. If that's really the case, you should know that I can kill you at any time. So... be careful what you say to me. You don't have the qualifications to discuss terms with me, whether it's peace or war?"

  "Cough...cough...It's pointless to talk to a Sartrean warrior, you won't understand anything. Wu Ke looked up at the scarlet eyes in front of him and subconsciously took a step back, hastily saying: "The village...the village means that if you can guarantee not to appear near the village, we will also choose to ignore this area."

  "That's peace." Mo Yan gave a simple definition for this ordinary long sentence.

  "Yes, peace." The messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "However, those fifty warriors and Aruba siblings must be released, although they don't seem to have been detained."

  "Since it's already been discussed." Mo Yan, who looked somewhat uninterested, said to the messenger in front of him: "When you go back, take them with you. It's also a lot of trouble for me to raise these people, they all eat so much."

  "In that case, we'll take our leave." The messenger pulled up the hood of his raincoat and hastily left the cave with his entourage to join the Sault warriors who had been waiting outside. However, two warriors remained in the cave, their age evident from their gray beards and wrinkled faces.

  "Are you not leaving?" Mo Yan, who had been sipping his honey wine with a somewhat melancholy expression, looked at the two elderly people in front of him and asked with some puzzlement: "Or are you saying that you and that bald-headed man just now weren't traveling together?"

  "In fact, you're right." One of the elderly men chuckled and said: "We are not from the same village. The one just now was an envoy from Lobito, while we are from Cabinda Village. Nice to meet you, I am Sula, the village chief of Cabinda."

  "Village head?" Upon hearing the old man's self-introduction, Mo Yan straightened his body and asked with some interest: "You're actually the village head himself. You really are bold enough. Aren't you afraid I'll take you down?"

  "Heh heh." Su La smiled warmly, completely unafraid of Mo Yan's threat. "What use could you possibly have for an old man who's almost ready to be put in a coffin? I'm no longer capable of working, and I've gotten so old that even monsters don't want to eat my flesh anymore. Moreover, before I left, I had already made arrangements; if anything were to happen, someone would take my place, so detaining me wouldn't do you any good."

  "It's really a deep plan." Looking at Su La's serious face, Mo Yan knew that what he said was not nonsense, and with some admiration, he said: "However, even so, you still took a great risk, didn't you? I'm very curious to know what brought you here, taking such a big risk. Don't tell me you're just curious about the demon who can speak human language. Liriel, get them something to drink."

  Out of respect for the two brave men, Mo Yan asked Lilith to get some honey wine for the two old men and had them sit on a blanket by the bonfire so that they could talk more comfortably.

  "I've watched that child from Aruba grow up." Sura glanced at the Uruka-style horned cup in her hand and smiled, saying: "I'm very familiar with that child's personality. When I heard what those warriors you defeated said when they came back, I felt that Aruba wouldn't be someone who would compromise with a demon. But after hearing your request to trade, I'm curious about what kind of demon you are."

  "You can wait until Aruba returns and ask him what kind of demon I am." Mo Yan said, "I think rescuing all the captured people should be a consensus you've reached in the village."

  "Observation must be done with one's own eyes." Su La shook her head slightly and said, "Listening to others' words will never be as real as seeing it with my own eyes. I can observe a person's 'soul' through my eyes, what kind of person you are, I can tell at a glance. While others' descriptions will always have deviations. Only when I really see you with my own eyes can I decide some important things."

  "What was the result then?" Mo Yan asked the old man who believed in intuition first: "What did you feel?"

  "Kabinda, I'd like to do business with you." Sura said with a smile: "You're clever and calm, handling things thoroughly without losing your edge. A clever demon like you wouldn't attack villages for strange reasons like those brainless demons. You seem more human than demonic. And Kabinda is willing to trade with a demon like you."

  "Haha......" Mo Yan stretched out his palm and laughed, saying: "This is the best news I've heard today! Believe me, you won't regret (as if) today's choice."

  But Su La looked a bit strange and asked strangely while looking at Mo Yan's outstretched big hand: "What do you mean by this?"

  "Oh, okay." Mo Yan waved his big hand and said: "In the place I used to be in, after we reached a cooperative intention, most people liked to use a handshake to show sincerity."

  "Ah, I see." Su La grasped Mo Yan's hand and smiled: "That's indeed a strange habit. We prefer to hold a knife at our chest, draw a line of blood, to show respect for the agreement."

  "In terms of details, we still need to discuss it specifically." Mo Yan, who had no interest in hurting himself, withdrew his arm and changed the subject: "After all, the amount of tools or other things that can be exchanged for minerals and wood, I only roughly discussed with Aruba. By the way, do the people of Salte have currency? If we can settle accounts with currency, I think it would be more convenient..."

  Mo Yan chatted with Sula for a long time by the bonfire. Since the village chief of Kabinda had already arrived, Mo Yan obviously wanted to sign the agreement as soon as possible to avoid any accidents. When he was rejected earlier, Mo Yan was still thinking about whether to smuggle tools from their village through Aruba.

  The Sault warriors who had been taken away by Lobito were completely ignored by Mo Yan. The land that had already been cleared was now fully transformed into arable land. Moreover, the earth spirits who watched over the land had also learned how to turn a barren piece of land into fertile soil for planting crops. These Sault warriors had completed Mo Yan's requirements for them.

  Later, the brainwashing and training were also for the purpose of releasing them in the future to bring back messages to their village. Some people who resented him had some information that Mo Yan was a Minotaur who worshipped the war god just like them, which would more or less pave the way for his future path.

  It turns out that the brainwashing model of modern business people has a lethal effect on Sartre warriors. When leaving, many Sartre warriors came to bid farewell to Mo Yan. Some even cried and wept, saying that they would return home for a while and then come back to help Mo Yan in return for his training grace!

  Such a situation made Suola, who was negotiating the terms of the transaction with Mo Yan, somewhat surprised at what Mo Yan had done to these warriors to create such a scene!

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