Chapter 320 Harold: You are all right
The huntress repeated Harold's words to Thea verbatim.
Theya's eyes sparkled, and she hurriedly said to this loyal and reliable subordinate: "Send some more sandworm meat tomorrow, pick the best ones, and bring my falcon with you!"
This is a good opportunity, Theya thought excitedly.
Harold seemed to be wavering between Babel and her, but she would spend more energy than Babel to win him over. This was her strong point, and she believed that she would soon be able to gain a strong foreign aid for herself.
In the residence of Tanit's mistress, the elemental force lamps from Xumi City illuminate the entire room. All kinds of intricately decorated gold and silver wares sparkle under the light. Babel, dressed coolly, sits on a high stool, supporting her head with one hand and holding a copy of "Tool Theory" in the other.
A handsome confidant held a wine glass, and the other held a silver plate with fruit pieces. As long as she opened her mouth slightly, the two of them would immediately bring the food to her mouth.
"Madam, the guy from the caravan is not a kind person. He clearly accepted your things, but he also let Theya's confidant into the tent." Asarig lifted the door curtain and walked into the inner room, bending down to tell Babel the information he had obtained.
Babel said nothing when she heard this, but just frowned slightly.
The confidant who was good at observing people's words and expressions immediately scolded: "Look at the slutty fox's smug look when she came out, you can tell that she got a lot of benefits."
Another person added: "You are just being kind. We all know that you just don't want to fight with Elder Theya, who is also the descendant of the Flower Lady. But Elder Theya seems to be too slow and regards your patience as capital for rampant behavior. We all feel sorry for you."
"Okay, okay, shut up!" Babel waved her hands, a little impatient.
People who are good at flattery often make her feel happy, which is why she keeps these people who have no other skills around her to serve her, but they are sometimes too noisy.
Barbelle once again focused her thoughts on the book. This work on physics required her to concentrate on it for a rare time.
"Madam, are you still going to deliver our things?" Asarig stood quietly for a while, and seeing that the mistress had no intention of stopping, he couldn't help but ask.
They also prepared a gift to give to the caravan before it left. It contained precious desert specialties. If their caravan brought them to the rainforest, the selling price could even reach 200-300 million Mora. Even if it was sold to the caravan, it would still be worth a lot of money. It might be a sum that other people in the tribe could never earn in their entire lives.
But Harold's attitude is worth pondering. He accepts goodwill from both sides at the same time, which means that he will not explicitly support either side.
I think that guy is just pretending to be stupid! Or he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune! That pretty boy, looks gentle, but has so many twists and turns in his heart, huh, he is from the city!
Asarig was very dissatisfied, and if possible, he even wanted to take back the gifts he had given.
"Send it, why not?"
Babel's tone was already a little impatient, but seeing the anger and distress hidden in Asarig's eyes, she chuckled and explained slowly: "If he remains neutral, it will be beneficial to us."
Neutral means supporting Tanit to maintain the status quo, which means supporting her to succeed as the mistress.
Babel had already made up her mind, and even if Thea colluded with the caravan, how much help could the forces far away in the rainforest provide her?
After hearing this, Asarig was confused at first, then he showed an expression of enlightenment.
"Understood? It's Theia's choice to give up her collection, but she'd better not let me find out that she has embezzled the tribe's property or used the hunting group to make money for herself. Otherwise, I will propose to take back the authority to manage hunting at the elders' meeting." Babel stopped there.
Asarig nodded, not quite understanding.
Babel continued to work on her physics problems, while Asarig thought about these words and smiled in surprise: So that's what it meant!
His eyes were full of trust and awe when he looked at Babel. He confirmed once again that as long as he followed the mistress, he would always be at the top of the tribe.
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Harold stood at the edge of Tanit's only planting plot and watched Elder Breda sprinkle handfuls of fertilizer on the soil around the roots of the tomatoes, forming a thick white circle.
Harold's eyelids twitched at this method of fertilizing.
Let that tomato go, and let your oasis go!
"Captain, here's today's bill!" The caravan's clerk called out to Harold.
"Okay, I'll take a look."
Harold knew that the chief clerk was worried that he would not be able to bear it and tell Breda the truth, so he smiled and said, "You are very cautious. I will tell Master Dolly about your performance when I return."
Breda heard the conversation between the two, looked at them, and waved at them with a friendly smile.
Harold also waved his hand to show his friendship, and then whispered to the chief clerk, "Let's go."
Theya wanted to make a fuss about this matter, and Breda would certainly be the first to become Babel's abandoned child, although he had always regarded Babel as his own daughter and was a staunch member of the Babel faction among the nine elders.
"Elder Breda has worked so hard. He is responsible for all these crocodiles and a large field by himself." The caravan leader was in a good mood after receiving Harold's promise, but when he talked about this, he felt both emotional and regretful.
Harold nodded.
He has no ulterior motives, but it is a bad thing for him to be in charge of the food supply of the tribe. Perhaps the next time the caravan comes to Tanit, they will not hear the name of this elder.