I'm not a lord

Chapter 43 Do you have a sister?
"Thorvald, do you have a sister?"

After listening to Thorward's story about the painful history of the lowland tribes, Lynn suddenly asked.

"No, no, I am my father's eldest child."

Thorward had his hands tied behind his back and was squatting on the ground. He had a look of deep hatred on his face, but when he heard this question, he was a little confused and shook his head blankly.

Lin En asked again: "What about my sister?"

"I have two younger sisters."

Thorward is very honest now. After all, the second brother is playing with a dagger next to Lin En and casting malicious glances at him from time to time.

Lin En asked again, "How old is the older one?"

Thorward was puzzled: "He's only one year younger than me, why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just asking." Lin En changed the subject again, "Have you ever thought about revenge? Revenge on the other eight tribes."

"Of course I have! And I even dream about revenge!" Soward's tone instantly rose two levels.

"Do you have the power to take revenge?" Lin En asked knowingly.

"Not yet."

Thorward's tone deepened, sounding rather unsure. But he stiffened his neck and said, "But sooner or later, we will return to the wilderness and kill all the tribes that have oppressed us!"

"Have you ever thought about how long we'll have to wait? Twenty years? Thirty years? Or even a hundred years?"

“I haven’t thought about that.”

After all, Thorward is still young and has not yet inherited his father's position. He is full of anger but has never thought about the cost and possibility of revenge.

"Have you ever thought about using external forces to accomplish your revenge?" Lin En continued to coax him.

"External force? What external force?" Thorward widened his eyes in confusion.

"Me." Lynn pointed at herself with her index finger.

He had already regarded the lowland tribes as his own possession, so he naturally considered how to maximize their benefits.

Although the lowland tribes are the weakest of the nine tribes, being weak also has its advantages.

At least Lin En can eat it now without choking or suffering from backlash.

Moreover, this lowland tribe is the best springboard for him to conquer the other eight tribes.

Such valuable human resources cannot be wasted in remote and cold wastelands.

"you?"

Thorward was stunned for a moment, then roared, "You are an invader from the south! How could you possibly help us with revenge?"

But the second brother just glanced at him and immediately put out his arrogance.

The young man could only mutter, "You must be lying. I don't believe you."

Lin En didn't take it as an offense, but smiled: "Why would I lie? Think about it, you lowland tribes hate the eight tribes, right?"

"Yes, and then what?" Thorward nodded.

"You hate the eight tribes, and I hate them too, so we should be close allies and comrades-in-arms."

"No, wait a minute. I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Soward did have some political acumen, but not much. Lynn's wonderful remarks directly burned his brain cells.

"What's so clear about this? Let's work together, and then with the help of my power, I can avenge you. You should have seen how brave my men are and how well-equipped they are."

As he spoke, Lin En turned around, picked up the mail armor, and threw it in front of Thorward. Then he bent down and pulled out the animal tooth dagger from Thorward's waist, stabbing the armor with force, explaining as he stabbed:
"This is the chain mail we use. It is made entirely of iron, and the weapons you use cannot penetrate it at all. If I provide these armors and weapons for your tribe, think about it, can the eight major tribes still be your opponents?" Thorward stared at the chain mail on the ground with his eyes wide open.

The lowland tribe also had two sets of chain mail, but they were captured thirty years ago and had long since rusted into a pile of scrap metal due to lack of necessary maintenance.

But even if it was just scrap metal, it was an extremely valuable family treasure, which was usually carefully preserved. How could someone poke at it randomly like Lin En did?
"If every warrior in the tribe had a set of these, we would surely be able to defeat every tribe!"

Thorward was breathing heavily, his eyes full of possession and desire as he looked at Chainmail.

"Isn't that right? As long as we work together, all of you can wear this chain mail, and revenge will naturally be easy."

Lin En started to make promises right away. He currently had only more than 30 sets of chain mail armor on hand, five of which were seized from Baron Roman.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as the salt mine can be operated, you can earn enough money to buy as many sets of chain mail as you want.

"No, that's not right! You are the invaders, how can we possibly cooperate?"

After all, intelligence still occupied the upper hand in Soward's mind. In his subconscious, Lynn, like all southerners, was an enemy who invaded the homeland of the barbarians.

Lin En didn't say anything, just turned around and picked up the sword on the ground.

Thorward snorted coldly upon seeing this: "Sure enough, I knew it. You've been lying to me all along, just trying to get the exact location of our tribe from me, and then..."

He had barely finished speaking when Lin En suddenly drew his sword and slashed down.

There was infinite fear in Thorward's eyes, and he closed his eyes in despair.

But after a while, he didn't feel any pain at all.

He tentatively opened his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was Lin En's bright smiling face in the firelight.

He lowered his head and found that the hemp ropes that bound his body had already been cut.

"You won't kill me?"

Thorward rubbed his sore arms and turned his stiff neck, feeling quite surprised.

"As I said before, you and I should be close allies, so instead of killing you, I will give you this set of chain mail." Lin En sheathed his sword.

"Are you really going to give it to me?"

Thorward threw himself to the ground, hugged the mail, and then raised his head like a puppy guarding its food, "No regrets!"

"Hahaha, I can have as many of these mail armors as I want. How could I regret it?" After laughing, Lin En even threw his long sword in front of Thorward, "This is my sword. I'm giving it to you as well."

"Brother?" The second brother was standing next to Lin En. Although he didn't understand what the two of them said, he could still understand the general meaning.

Why did the eldest brother cut the ropes of the captive barbarian and even give him armor and sword?

"It's okay, let them go."

Lin En waved his hand and released the two barbarian captives, and even gave them an extra sword and a set of chain mail.

“I don’t understand.”

Thorward held the mail and sword, feeling that today's experience was just like a dream.

Unfortunately, he was captured by the evil invaders and thought he was doomed to die.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he also received an extremely valuable gift.

Thorward even slapped his cheeks hard to make sure he was not dreaming.

The older friend next to him was even more confused.

How come he was released right after waking up? What the hell is this set of mail armor in his arms? Isn't this the most precious armor in the tribe?

(End of this chapter)