The Marriage Issue

Lothar understood upon hearing this. However, he also felt a bit regretful. The purchase of this batch of rye was clearly a loss. If his nephew had bought it, they might have been able to get tens of thousands of pounds more, and it would have been white wheat.

"The girl's name is Agif, right?" Lothar looked at his nephew and asked.

He had already met Agif when he greeted them last night. Just by looking at the werewolf girl's attire and demeanor, Lothar knew she must be the daughter of a major tribe or a powerful faction. Not to mention the monster beast that was stronger than him.

His nephew had gone out and brought back such a girl. Lothar had to admire his nephew's ability.

However, he was also worried. His nephew was, to put it nicely, the chieftain. But when facing major tribes or powerful factions, the Silver Mane Tribe was not worth mentioning.

Would the other party marry their daughter to his nephew, to be the chieftainess of the Silver Mane Tribe?

Corvinus glanced at his second uncle Lothar, somewhat surprised. But today's second uncle was indeed very unusual. In the past, during meetings, he often had a stern face.

But this time was different. He found that his second uncle actually smiled.

Especially after coming to the tribal warehouse, Lothar was no longer cold and distant as before, but became a kind and amiable elder.

Now he was even asking about his family matters.

Corvinus was surprised, but he quickly calmed down. His second uncle must have come to his senses. After all, they were all members of the Silver Mane family, blood-related relatives.

For Corvinus, since his second uncle Lothar was willing to extend an olive branch, he naturally wouldn't refuse. He was originally a person who valued family bonds. There was no need to be bitter and hostile with blood-related relatives.

Corvinus nodded, "Her name is Agif. She is the daughter of a prominent family in Casros Canyon. Her father is the leader of a mercenary group with tens of thousands of members."

"Tens of thousands?"

Lothar was stunned. Mercenaries were terrifying individuals who walked on the brink of death. The girl's father, who could lead tens of thousands of mercenaries, must be an extraordinary top-tier strongman.

"Have you met her father?"

"I have!" Corvinus nodded firmly.

"What did her father say?" Lothar quickly asked.

Corvinus glanced at his second uncle. Could it be that his second uncle was worried about his marriage?

It must be!

Corvinus was somewhat touched. After all, he was still his second uncle.

So he didn't plan to hide anything. There was nothing to hide anyway.

"Her father has agreed to our marriage."

"Really?"

"That's good. The Silver Mane Tribe is still too weak," Lothar let out a sigh of relief. After all, the gap in strength between the two families was quite significant.

"When do you plan to hold the wedding ceremony?" Lothar looked at his nephew and asked.

"It's too early. As for the specific time, I haven't discussed it with her yet," Corvinus shook his head.

He would marry Agif, but not now. Especially since the tribe was currently at an excellent opportunity to rise, he had no mind to think about anything else.

"Corvin, you should understand that ever since you ascended to the position of chieftain, it's not too early. You are the chieftain. With a wife and children, the tribespeople will trust you and fully support you."

"Because only by becoming a father can you be considered an adult. Only then will the tribespeople fully recognize your status and rule," Lothar shook his head and said.

Is this a forced marriage?

He didn't expect to encounter such a plot even after crossing over.

"Second uncle, do you really think so?" Corvinus looked meaningfully at his second uncle Lothar and asked.

"No, in my heart, you have already come of age. You are a qualified chieftain, a ruler who can be trusted to follow," Lothar said, looking directly into his nephew's eyes.

"Hahaha..." Corvinus laughed.

"Second uncle, it is my honor to have your recognition," Corvinus said as he walked towards the exit stairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Corvinus turned to look at his second uncle Lothar, who was staring at him, and asked, "To be honest, the estrangement between us has gone, hasn't it?"

"Gone!" Lothar replied with a smile and a definite tone.

"Yes, we are uncle and nephew, we are family, sharing the same blood. What estrangement can't be resolved?" Corvinus nodded and said.

"By the way, it seems that our families haven't gathered together for a long time. Tonight, call all the members of the Silver Mane family to my house. Let's have a reunion."

After saying this, Corvinus stepped onto the exit staircase.

Lothar, still in the mine warehouse, heard the sound of wooden boards being walked on, staring at the grain in a daze, and laughed to himself, "Silver Mane family?"

"Brother, you really have an extraordinary son!"

...

After leaving the warehouse, Corvinus went to the forge.

Perhaps because he had reallocated personnel later, he hadn't entered yet, but he could already hear the noise inside, with a lot of mixed sounds, indicating that there were many craftsmen working inside.

The last time he came, it was still very quiet here, with only the blacksmith Bastos and his few apprentices.

Corvinus walked in, and the sound of hammering iron, as well as scolding and chatting, came from inside.

"Who are you..."

"Chief, you're back?" Blacksmith Bastos saw someone coming in and quickly asked, but upon recognizing the face, he immediately stood up from his chair in surprise.

"Yes, I came back yesterday!" Corvinus said with a smile.

"It seems the forge has become quite busy."

"It's all thanks to you, Chief, that I could get Lothar to let my men come back," Bastos said, stroking his already white-bearded chin.

"Would the Chief like to take a look inside?"

"It's just a bit hot!" Bastos said.

Corvinus, the new chief, had given him work to do, and he was very fond of Corvinus. Although he was old, he still wanted to show Corvinus the strength of the forge and prove his value!

"Alright, lead the way!" Corvinus nodded.

He could already sense Bastos's desire to show off, hanging on his extremely wrinkled face.

He didn't want to disappoint the old man!

After all, a mid-level blacksmith was truly a treasure.

In fact, there wasn't much to see in the forge, and it was extremely hot inside. Corvinus hated the heat the most.

After a quick tour, he didn't see much and left quickly.

"Old man, with the current workforce, how many sets of armor can you forge in a month if you work at full capacity?" Corvinus asked Bastos.

"Currently, including me, there are forty-six craftsmen, but only less than twenty of them can forge armor. The rest are assistants."

"At full capacity, about a hundred and fifty sets a month!" Bastos gave this number based on the craftsmen's familiarity.

"Around a hundred and fifty sets, not bad!" Corvinus nodded.

In fact, for Corvinus, the output was still too low, but craftsmen were not easy to cultivate.

To expand, it was impossible in the short term.

"Not bad?"

Bastos was taken aback. This answer clearly indicated dissatisfaction.

"Chief, the warehouse..." Bastos wanted to say that the warehouse already had a lot of armor stored, but he was cut off by Corvinus shaking his head: "It's not enough. I plan to expand the Silver Mane Tribe's army to at least five thousand within half a year."