I'm not a lord

Chapter 57: Resettlement Plan for Wasteland Residents
“Is this the deserter?”

Leon held his chin, his eyes widened as he looked at the thin blue-haired boy in front of him.

This was the first time he had seen a living savage. Merchants from Sanhe City had once brought back the dried heads of savages.

"Lynn, who is he?"

Thorward, the 'Prince' of the Lowland Tribe, tilted his head back and was also sizing up the somewhat wealthy black market merchant.

In the barbarian tribe where resources are extremely scarce, being fat is a great privilege. He has never seen a man with such a broad body.

In fact, Leon is still a little far from being obese in the true sense.

"Thorvald, this is my subordinate. I brought him here to see the salt mine."

"Leon, he is not an ordinary barbarian. He is one of the nine tribes, the son of the chief of the Lowland Tribe, and the first heir to the noble Lowland Tribe."

Lynn switched between the two languages ​​fluently and introduced the two to each other.

"The clan leader's son? Him?"

Leon's first reaction was disbelief.

Although the nine tribes of the wild people have fallen on hard times, they once ruled the northern border, and their population exceeded one million at their peak.

In today's northern border, it is at least the size of a duchy.

One of the nine parts is the size of an earldom.

How could such a short, dirty guy with an underdeveloped look be the first heir to the tribe?
How can it be?

Leon took another closer look and, with the help of the firelight, saw the mail armor beneath Thorward's animal-skin coat.

Well, at such a young age, he can afford to wear chain mail and hang a long sword around his waist. It seems that he is really the heir of the tribe?

Leon finally understood where Lynn's strong self-confidence came from.

Being proficient in the language of the barbarians and able to establish a relationship with the tribe's "prince", and even a close relationship, he really doesn't have to worry about the threat posed by the barbarians to the salt mines.

That's not right, isn't he the leader of the horse bandits?

How can a mere bandit leader speak the language of the barbarians fluently?
Is he really a bandit?
Could he be the descendant of some fallen noble?
Is that why you look down on my sister?
Leon found that no sooner had he solved one mystery than more mysteries were thrown at him.

He looked at Lin En who was having a heated conversation with the Prince of the Wilderness, his eyes full of confusion.

But he soon put all his doubts aside for the time being.

Leon quickly took the shovel and other tools from the horse, climbed up the salt mountain with two confidants, and began to dig frantically under the moonlight.

Nothing was more important than the salt mines at the moment, and he couldn't wait to check the quality of the salt mines himself.

Lynn and Thorward sat on the ground beside the blazing fire.

"Sorvald, what is the attitude of your father and the elders of the tribe? Will they accept my proposal?"

Today is actually the third time Lynn and Thorward have met.

The first time, Lynn captured him alive, and then released him. He also gave him his sword and mail for free, showing his sincerity to the lowland tribes.

The second time was five days ago.

After Thorward returned to the tribe, he gave the sword and mail to his father and relayed Lynn's words truthfully.

After consulting with the elders of the tribe, his father instructed him to continue contacting Lynn.

But Thorward was timid and did not dare to directly break into the southerners' settlement. He could only camp at the foot of the salt mountain and wait as agreed.

Fortunately, Lin En did not forget this little brother from another race, and he made a special trip to the salt mine during the road construction.

He had originally just thought it would be worth a try, but he discovered that Thorward was actually waiting for him at the salt mine. This meant that the lowland tribes accepted his goodwill, which was undoubtedly a good start.

At that time, Lynn struck while the iron was hot and briefly described to Thorward his future blueprint - how to resettle the lowland tribes.

Lin En hopes that the lowland tribes can migrate to the White Bear Territory. He will teach the people how to cultivate the land and raise livestock, and will also provide them with farmland, housing, and farm tools free of charge.

In the first two years, the barren land dwellers didn’t even have to pay taxes, they just had to focus on farming.

"My father and the elders didn't agree directly, but my father wants to meet you. He wants to discuss this with you in person."

Soward experienced a lot in this month. He was first captured and then released by Lin En. He returned to the tribe and received his father's teachings. During these days stationed at the foot of the salt mountain, he has been thinking and recalling.

All this prompted him to mature quickly.

He could partially understand Lin En's intentions, and also partially understand the caution and hesitation of his father and the elders of the tribe.

The lowland tribes had indeed reached the end of their rope. Whether going south or north, it seemed that there was a dead end. Trapped in the forest, they would sooner or later perish.

But it was difficult to convince themselves that they should accept the rule of the southern invaders.

But Thorward himself didn't care much. He longed for the rich White Bear Territory that Linn talked about, liked the chain mail and longsword that Linn gave him, and liked the food that Linn brought him even more, such as rye and pea porridge.

That was the most delicious meal he had ever had in his life.

"Meet? Of course, the location is here, and the time is three days later."

Lin En is very satisfied with the current results. Being able to have a face-to-face meeting means that most of the work has been done.

The lowland tribes could not resist the temptation of farmland and hot porridge.

For those who are desperate and about to starve to death, the hatred left by their ancestors is nothing but a passing cloud.

What's more, the barbarian tribe has no written records at all. Soward's father is probably only in his thirties and probably doesn't have much impression of the war thirty years ago.

"Okay, I'll definitely tell my father."

Although Thorward had only met Lynn three times, he had deep trust in her.

Perhaps it was because Lynn released him from captivity.

Or maybe it was because Lin En always had a warm smile on his face, which gave people a strong sense of affinity.

Thorward then scratched the back of his head and asked with a slightly red face, "Oh, by the way, do you still have the rye and peas you gave me last time? I want my sisters to try them too."

"no problem."

Lynn turned around and called the fourth brother over, asking him to bring half a sack of rye and dried peas.

When handing the sack to Thorward, Lin En emphasized: "Remember, when you get to White Bear Territory, you can eat this every day."

"I know."

Thorward took the sack and without further delay, packed up the simple camp, took his companions who had also been captured, turned around and disappeared into the dark forest.

For them who are proficient in hunting, there is not much difference between the forest at night and during the day.

After seeing off the two barbarians, Lin En took the fourth and fifth brothers and turned to climb the low salt mountain.

On the hillside, dozens of salt ore rocks of various sizes were piled around Leon, but he still dug down tirelessly.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead, but there was no trace of fatigue in his eyes, only a desire and yearning for endless gold coins.

Hearing the movement behind him, Leon finally put down the shovel and turned to show Lin En the two pieces of high-purity white salt ore he had just dug out.

"My sister is yours."

(End of this chapter)