Chapter 17 Fisa Inuit

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Apart from possessing primitive iron smelting techniques, these kobolds don't seem to have any other remarkable skills. They don't even wear clothes, making them more primitive than Leo had imagined.

But they have so many well-woven wicker baskets and linen bags with decent weaving craftsmanship.

Even in the village where Leo lives, few of the village women have such dexterous hands.

Leo doesn't believe this is the work of the kobolds themselves.

The Husky Kobold opens its mouth and stares at Leo stupidly, but doesn't say a word.

Leo immediately becomes vigilant. This is the reason he doesn't want to let the kobold tribe leave.

Of course, he wants to completely wipe out this kobold tribe that is so close to the River Bend Settlement Camp and eliminate the threat it poses.

But if a hundred kobolds fight back desperately, they will be like a hundred organized wild wolves, not so easy to deal with.

After a fierce battle, the militia will surely suffer many casualties.

Moreover, half of the fifty-man team he leads don't have stronger combat power than the kobolds. They can only be counted as extras who come to cheer.

If they drive the kobolds away, there is no guarantee that the other side will leave quietly.

There is a risk that the kobolds might have a moment of madness, unite with other nearby alien races, and launch a surprise attack.

Or even become guerrillas, wander around the River Bend Settlement Camp and attack lone villagers and patrolmen.

The best way, of course, is the most powerful tactic of the Great Huaxia - appeasement.

We, by relatively gentle economic and political means, win over other ethnic groups or countries and make them submit!

Sure enough, not long after this "amnesty and enlistment," a small detail exposes the kobolds' secret.

Under Leo's increasingly serious gaze, the Husky Kobold gurgles in its throat for a long time before squeezing out a word that Leo can understand.

"Wild folk..."

Leo's expression becomes completely serious.

Wild folk is a term opposite to vassals.

Vassals refer to commoners who live in the territory of nobles, pay taxes and serve in the military for a long time, and receive the protection of the lord.

Wild folk refer to individuals who refuse to pay taxes and serve in the military and do not enjoy the protection of the lord.

If vassals are the docile lambs in the hands of nobles, then wild folk are the wolves howling in the mountains and forests. They have a more resounding name in people's mouths.

Mountain bandits!

Robbers!

Raiders!

Hundreds of years ago, the Northern Region human race, which is still in the clan society, joined the powerful Atlantis Empire. The supreme king of the Northern Region, the great chief of the clan, and the bloodline of the eldest son of the god of war Tyr, becomes the grand duke of the Northern Region overnight.

The chiefs of more than a dozen major tribes under his name become earls enfeoffed by the empire, and those small chiefs and village heads with armed forces naturally become knights.

However, there are still a large number of unrecognized small chiefs and village heads who are not willing to be incorporated into the empire's rule, nor are they willing to hand over their power. They are not willing to have their land annexed by the "earls" around them, so countless "rebellions," big and small, break out.

These so-called rebels are the ancestors of the wild folk. They hide in the deep mountains and old forests, live by fishing and hunting, and attack the territory of nobles everywhere.

Over the past few hundred years, the wild folk, who lack the potential for war, gradually disappear. The term "wild folk" is also widely used to refer to robbers and mountain bandits.

The human race in the Northern Region is already called barbarians by the southerners because of their backward systems and cultures, as well as their hundreds of years of friendly alliance with the Beast Race.

The Wild folk, on the other hand, are the barbarians among barbarians.

So in Leo's eyes, the Wild folk are far from being good people, although he himself could definitely be counted among them.

Whether they are traditional Wild folk, bandits, or mountain outlaws, it's not good news for the settlement camp.

At the same time, he also understood why this Husky Kobold could speak the human language and was willing to communicate actively.

It turned out that this wasn't the first time they had contact with humans.

This one was much smarter than the previous kobold leader.

Seeing Leo's serious expression, the Husky Kobold began to defend itself, "Gululu, the Wild folk, kind... trade, us, a peaceful race!"

"A peaceful race?" Leo was a bit puzzled. "How peaceful?"

"Peace, iron, trade, willow baskets, bags. Food, just a tiny bit."

"Where are they? How many of them are there?"

Under Leo's intense gaze, the Husky Kobold was silent for a long time. Finally, it pointed at the big waterfall in the distance.

"Lake, kind, peaceful race."

After returning to the settlement camp, Leo first arranged for the kobolds to stay in an open space away from the crowd and assigned twenty militiamen to guard them. Then, he took the Husky Kobold and immediately summoned Ulyan and several leaders of the camp for a meeting.

"What? One willow basket in exchange for a basket full of iron ores?"

"One linen bag in exchange for a bag full of iron ingots?"

"And this is what you call kind?"

"Cruel! Tricky! Heartless! I even feel sorry for the kobolds!"

Listening to the Husky Kobold's intermittent introduction and the information Leo had gathered along the way, the leaders in the tent were furious with rage.

Ulyan was also very angry. He said viciously to the Husky Kobold, "Those damned profiteers! Liars! Never trade with them again! No matter how much they offer, we'll offer double!"

"..." The surrounding leaders all showed deep disdain and nodded in agreement one after another.

Unexpectedly, the Husky Kobold became vigilant, took a step back and said, "Woof! Humans, tricky, us, leave."

Leo quickly said, "Don't go. You tell me yourself, make an offer first, and we can discuss it."

The Husky Kobold had already prepared what to say on the way here. It clearly stated its conditions in the Imperial language, "Trade with the Wild folk, the same. One bag of grain for five bags of ores. You are not allowed to enter the mountains. Half of the oak forest for us."

"Okay!" Ulyan slapped the table and was about to shake hands with the Husky Kobold. "One bag of grain for five bags of iron ores. Half of the western oak forest for you. I won't go back on my word!"

But the Husky Kobold sized him up warily for two seconds and then looked at Leo.

Leo immediately said, "The deal is done. I won't go back on my word!"

The Husky Kobold's gaze turned to the flail on Leo's waist and grunted, "No going back on our word. Us, a peaceful race."

Having reaped this unexpected windfall, everyone in the tent was in a great mood. One of the leaders glanced at the Husky Kobold and suddenly said, "You're a female, right? Are there no male kobolds in your tribe?"

"I, leader, chief's daughter, princess."

Another leader also laughed and pointed at Leo and said, "How about an alliance by marriage? An alliance by marriage will ensure peace!"

A group of people burst into laughter. The first leader who spoke then said, "Leo, marrying a kobold princess, you can brag about it for the rest of your life!"

"Shut up, all of you! Show some respect!" Ulyan roared before Leo could curse. "These are our allies and will be our neighbors in the future! Got it?"

"Yes..." When Ulyan released his military aura, even Leo felt a bit intimidated. The several leaders immediately stopped smiling, lowered their heads, and kept quiet.

The Husky Kobold was so scared that it took a few steps back, almost backing out of the tent. When it came to its senses, it slightly wagged its tail.

"Neighbors!"

After walking out of the tent, Leo looked at the Husky Kobold and said smilingly, "My name is Leo. What's your name?"

"Fisa, Fisa Inuit."

"Are you the chief of your tribe now? The previous chief..." Leo said and suddenly paused.

"Dead, bitten to death." The kobold, Fisa Inuit, stared at Leo and said in clear Imperial language.