Three Hundred and Thirty Thousand Pounds

"Yes, sir!"

Kowos nodded respectfully.

Seeing that Kowos had finished his report, Kodiac knew it was his turn. Sure enough, Corvinus's gaze shifted towards him.

"Chief, the number of dragon rat breeding pits has doubled to nearly fifty, and it's still increasing," Kodiac reported on the menagerie situation.

"There are already ten rabbit breeding pits, and over three hundred female rabbits are mostly pregnant, with good conditions," Kodiac continued.

Thanks to the addition of werewolves from the four tribes, he had assigned a batch of werewolves to be keepers. Now, the menagerie was approaching a hundred and fifty werewolves.

With more hands, work got done faster!

So, whether it was dragon rats, war wolves, or white rabbits, Kodiac was expanding the breeding space to meet the Chief's requirement for rapid development.

"Very good!"

Corvinus nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this. Solving the tribe's meat supply was one of his top concerns.

"However, this is still not enough!"

"After the meeting, I'll give you two hundred gold coins as an independent fund. You need to purchase some low-tier magical beasts from nearby camps that can be domesticated for large-scale meat production."

"The quantity can be larger, and the variety can be more diverse."

This was something Corvinus had thought over carefully. The Silver Mane Tribe used to domesticate large meat-eating magical beasts, but during the famine of the past two years, all the meat-eating magical beasts were consumed.

Last year, the tribe had experienced a period of food shortage, and it was during that time that all the domesticated meat-eating magical beasts were slaughtered to get through the crisis.

This led to the current situation where the tribe didn't have a single large meat-eating magical beast.

Previously, there was no money, so all hopes were pinned on dragon rats and white rabbits.

But now that there was some spare money, large meat-eating magical beasts needed to be domesticated immediately.

Otherwise, relying solely on dragon rats and white rabbits to restore the tribe's meat supply would probably not yield results in the short term.

To be honest, if he weren't the chieftain, he would really prefer to stay in Canyon City. After more than twenty days, the meat there was so delicious that he didn't want to come back.

Now, the thought of eating black bread every day in the tribe made him feel he couldn't bear it.

After hearing Corvinus describe the situation of the Silver Mane Tribe, Agif, the silly woman, had heard that a ring with a ten-cubic-meter space was filled with meat.

Upon hearing this, Corvinus had remarked that it was too stingy.

However, he was indeed somewhat tempted, but in the end, he gave up.

It wouldn't be a big deal if Agif brought it, but if he did, it would surely cause discontent among the tribespeople.

For the sake of satisfying his hunger, he didn't think it was worth losing the chieftain's reputation and dignity.

Two hundred gold coins?

The six werewolves in the hall were stunned, especially Lothar and Kodiac.

Lothar looked at Corvinus. His nephew had been away for over twenty days, and now he came back and casually allocated two hundred gold coins to the menagerie. Was he even going to ask for more?

Two hundred gold coins was a huge sum!

Normally, it would take the tribe three years of frugality to save up that much.

To give it to the menagerie was too reckless.

Regardless of whether his nephew had made a lot of money, such indiscriminate spending was too much for his heart to bear.

Lothar was about to speak when Corvinus smiled at him, signaling him to hold his tongue for now.

Lothar, though anxious, had no choice but to keep quiet.

"Chief... Chief... Sir!" Kodiac glanced nervously at Lothar, who probably didn't have two hundred gold coins himself.

Corvinus's offer of two hundred gold coins made him shiver and stammer.

"I will definitely manage the menagerie well for the Chief!" After his initial excitement, Kodiac calmed down and bowed solemnly to Corvinus.

"Kodiac, you're mistaken. You're not managing the menagerie for me, but for the nearly four thousand tribespeople of our entire tribe."

"Whether we can get meat to the tribe quickly depends on you. I hope you don't disappoint me or all the tribespeople."

"Yes, sir!"

Kodiac nodded respectfully. Two hundred gold coins in his hands was an immense trust placed in him.

Apart from Lothar, who was holding back his discomfort, the others looked at each other, all wondering how many gold coins the Chief had brought back after being away for over twenty days.

To casually give Kodiac two hundred gold coins, did it mean that being a bandit was so easy to make money?

Corvinus had mentioned forming a bandit group, and they had assumed he had gone to be a bandit.

Moreover, they had heard that half of the Chief's Guard hadn't returned, and a group of boar men had joined. Of course, they didn't know the specifics yet.

Corvinus glanced around at everyone, knowing his second uncle was holding back, and decided to get straight to the point.

"This time, I brought back three hundred and thirty thousand pounds of wheat from Casros Canyon."

To be precise, it was three hundred and thirty-four thousand seven hundred pounds of wheat.

Actually, Corvinus had intended to buy half a million pounds of grain, because the system's storage could hold it, plus the twenty percent discount, and buying from a major grain merchant without middlemen made the price several times cheaper than purchasing from nearby camps. However, his brother-in-law only had so much.

Three hundred and thirty thousand pounds of wheat?

Everyone looked at Corvinus in shock.

Especially Lothar, who was overjoyed. Three hundred and thirty thousand pounds of wheat would be enough to sustain the Silver Mane Tribe for the next month.

"This time, I went to Casros Canyon and collaborated with Agif's brother, the woman I brought back last night. In over twenty days, we made a thousand gold coins."

"Tyton and Cadia stayed in Canyon City. If nothing goes wrong, the tribe will profit a thousand gold coins every month from Canyon City in the future."

"So from now on, the Silver Mane Tribe will no longer experience famine."

Corvinus didn't reveal what he had been doing in Canyon City, as it was too complicated to explain in a few words, and there was no need to spread the word. It was better to keep a low profile, accumulate grain, expand the population, and build high walls. That was the development path for the Silver Mane Tribe.

He would tell his second uncle Lothar and the others when the time came.

Over twenty days to earn a thousand gold coins?

A profit of a thousand gold coins every month?

Lothar and the other werewolves were left speechless and staring in amazement. A thousand gold coins a month would ensure the Silver Mane Tribe was well-provided for.

Lothar, who had been too shocked to speak, Reynolds, Kro, and the other werewolves were completely in awe of the young ruler.

Since Corvinus took office, he had annexed the four tribes, doubling the number of tribespeople and significantly increasing the tribe's strength. Now, he had ensured the tribe's future sustenance.

They had to admit that since Corvinus took office, the tribe was gradually improving, even becoming stronger.

"Regarding the grain and the monthly profit, you must all keep this a secret and not spread the word," Corvinus said with a stern expression.

Three hundred and thirty thousand pounds of grain was not a small amount. The area around the tribe was in chaos. If the news got out, the last time the allied forces were driven by Luo Chuan's strategy to let the tiger eat the wolf, this time they would genuinely unite, and even the Luo Chuan tribe would get personally involved.

Three hundred and thirty thousand pounds was not a small amount.