Othua's War Banner

Chapter 230 0229: Impatient
Sandon Kaya, a stone house with white walls and wooden roof.

Ken was lying on the bed with a peaceful expression.

There was a thick, warm plush rug around the fireplace, and the spacious room was well furnished but not much used.

Only the support frame where the armor is placed is rounded, and on the exposed card slot next to it is a copper back buckle and a simple style battle ax.

It was just Selena, Aron, and Mon in the room.

The two battle banners are organizing the remaining coalition forces to enter the village and strengthen the internal defenses to avoid accidents while Ken is in a coma.

There were conversations outside the house, high-pitched voices tinged with rage.

The long-haired orc, John, is holding a stack of orders and explaining to Langz:

"Please, Thornton Kaya has carried out so many tribal trades, and there are a lot of things waiting for Ken's approval. Your original plan is a mess. If you don't change it, when will you make a fortune?"

Lowndes shook his head.

Heila surrounded the entire winter house, surrounded by wolves and guarded by heavy soldiers, there was no room for flexibility.

Ken's coma was concealed.

Everyone in the tribe thought that Zhan Jing was meeting with the mission from Janzeres.

"Don't make trouble, the workshops in the tribe lack raw materials. If you don't make clear statistics, the trade is a waste. Do you know how much risk it takes to take a trip to the mountain?"

John started yelling.

He seemed anxious to see Ken, but Heila had to keep Zhanjing's coma a secret, so everyone looked at each other coldly.

After all, if something happened to Ken, all trade would be meaningless in an instant.

"I'll wait," John roared unwillingly, "Call me when we're done inside."

He tightened his leather jacket, and squatted on a far street corner, with a vicious look in his eyes, he looked like a villain who came out of a casino.

After a while, two people hurried over from the side.

John found that Quema was accompanying a girl, and by looking at her posture, she was also going to the winter house where Ken was.

He wanted to wait to see the other party touch his nose, but the other party walked in without any hindrance.

"Mother!"

John clutched the bill and was about to step forward to reason.

Heila and the cavalry were reporting the situation to Kuima, when they saw the little long-haired man approaching aggressively, making eye contact with each other and pointing to the officer.

"Give me an explanation, guy with a bow and arrow!"

John straightened his back and cried out.

This is the boss of the [Wildland Walkers Chamber of Commerce]—full of self-confidence, he doesn't pay attention to anyone, he only talks about business, and doesn't care about the difference in strength and status.

Quema motioned for the soldiers beside him to leave.

He took John a little farther away.

Houses and infrastructure were being built everywhere in the village. The two sat down in a wooden box where raw materials were piled up, and began to ask why.

"I know you can speak in the Horde."

John was the first to attack.

Quima put his arms in his arms and nodded with a calm expression. He and John met Ken almost at the same time, so they were old acquaintances.

So in the tribe, only he is more willing to endure John's violent temper.

It's not easy to bully...

It's just that after Kuima's mind matured, she became more calm and sophisticated.

John shouted: "The things in my hand must be seen by you. I have worked hard to open up business. After all, it is a cooperative relationship with Thornton Kaya. I can't just watch you waste resources. A plan that can do things!"

Quema raised his hand to signal him to calm down, and then took the sketch from the other party's hand.

The paper is thick and is a standard product used in the camp, and densely packed data is recorded on it.

The handwriting is scribbled but very regular, and the value of the hard currency in the north is clearly calculated.

"Well, you don't understand either."

With his hands behind his back, John withdrew the manuscript before Quema could read a few lines.

he urged. "I have to talk to you guys, anyway, let me in, don't care about any missions, it's still important to do business, look at how poor the tribe is!"

Quema folded her arms in thought for a moment.

He clicked his tongue and said solemnly: "Trust me, I know this matter is very important, but now no one can go in and disturb Zhanjing."

John wants to use his usually irascible negotiating skills.

But just as he was about to speak, he looked up and saw the determination and solemnity in Que Ma's eyes.

As a businessman who has been on the go all year round, although he has a somewhat weird personality, he still knows what it means to "observe words and observe emotions".

John grabbed the leather jacket tightly, held back the words in his stomach, and asked unwillingly: "Is the thing discussed inside really so important?"

"It's very important," said Kuima, her expression returning to normal, "more important than anything else."

John snorted.

He fastened his hat and walked out angrily, but before he left, he saw the guards on the other side of the winter house vacating the gap.

The girl who had just gone in came out.

John turned back fiercely and questioned Kuima: "Why can this girl get in?"

"See who she is, we don't have to fight anymore, brother."

Quema sat on the crate and lifted her chin.

Han turned around and felt that this girl looked familiar. Nanjiang's face looked clean and fresh, and she seemed to have no sense of existence in any corner of the tribe.

"Uncle Quima."

Joan came straight up.

She is the only remaining aborigine in Santon Kaya, and she is ten years younger than Kuima. If she is the daughter of Hamsin, she will always have no problem calling Kuima an uncle.

"Zhan Jing has to eat, and she is in charge of eating."

Quema smiled at Joan, then turned to John.

"It's just nonsense, I have time to eat, can't I go in when I only need to drink water? Damn it, it's definitely because this girl is good-looking!"

The more John thought about it, the more unwilling he became.

Joan stood quietly by the wall, fading herself out of the conversation, concern not evident on her face.

Quema can actually understand John's urgency.

After the official operation of the commercial road, many decisions were muddled.

Before he fell into a coma, Ken often complained that the tribe lacked an expert to check for him.

Now the experts have found...

Zhan Jing fell into a coma.

He had no choice but to change his mind and warn John: "Don't be jealous, brother, and don't yell at Joan, talk to City Jingjing if you have the ability."

John was startled.

He looked around and began to look for the trace of the hot female huntress. After all, when he was beaten up last time, the other party once said that if he was caught by her again, he would pull out John's teeth.

John ran away quickly holding the bill.

"Thank you."

A voice came from the shadows.

Quima turned around and nodded.

Joan followed behind him, heading towards the winter house where McGonagall and Burke were.

From time to time, there are villagers around who will greet the two of them, but it is basically Kuima who is dealing with it, and Joan just quietly acts as a background.

Kuima was smiling and waving to a worker when Joan said softly.

"You are very powerful. You should stay by Mr. Ken's side. You don't need to escort me back and forth every time."

(End of this chapter)