Lord of all tribes

Chapter 22 Grain Hoarding Strategies
The banquet held by Viscount Jon was still very lively, with all kinds of delicious food and wine. The little fat man Myron on the side had never been idle since the beginning, and Rowling doubted that his stomach would burst later.

In the middle of the banquet, Luo Lin finally saw the host of the banquet, Viscount Jon. He stood on the high platform in the middle, with a medium build, no smile, and glanced left and right.

"I welcome you to attend the banquet in your busy schedule.

"The people who came to the banquet today are all the noble lords around Versilia. I invite you to come here to catch up on the past and enjoy it."

"On the other hand, you all know that winter is coming soon. You must also know that the food produced around Versilia is not very abundant, and we can only barely eat it ourselves."

"But every year we have to face the hateful savages and half-orcs in the forest of death. They don't do production, and they can't find food in winter, so they will inevitably come to plunder food in late autumn. Everyone, make plans Yet?"

Viscount Jon was a direct character, directly telling the status quo, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became a little depressed, especially those little lords were even more frowning, not as excited as before.

Indeed, against the Forest of Death, every year more or less some barbarians and other races come to plunder food before the cold winter to ensure their winter rations.

Some territories with weak defenses are particularly keen targets of attack by these races, which is why these little lords show a sad face.

Of course, a big city like Versilia does not mean that there is no danger, and it is not uncommon for half-orcs and barbarians to attack Versilia before.

In the most brutal time, nearly half of Versilia's soldiers were killed, and the kingdom finally sent troops to save the city.

So Jon is also very concerned about this matter, and it is inevitable that the previous history will not repeat itself.

"Master Viscount, you are the most powerful here, and your army is also the most powerful. Please lead us to defeat those barbarians and half-orcs one by one!"

The banquet hall fell into an embarrassing state for a while, and it took a long time before an elderly noble stepped forward to give a slight compliment.

"Master Viscount, I have a suggestion that I don't know."

A middle-aged man with a white face and beardless wearing a black dress stepped forward respectfully, hesitating to speak.

"Baron Arlo, if you have any good suggestions, just say it."

"Master Viscount, I think that instead of letting those barbarians and half-orcs plunder the grain of each territory to enrich their own strength, it is better to transport the grain of each territory to Versilia City. With the help of the guards of Versilia City If we can guarantee the safety of this batch of food, even if those foreign races break through some towns, they will be empty and weak if they can’t get the follow-up food. When we attack together, we will definitely be able to wipe out these foreign races!"

The strategy proposed by Arlo is to exhaust those half-orcs and barbarians to death. Without food support, when the rations they bring run out, it will be the end of these alien races.

It has to be said that this strategy is feasible. The strength of Versilia is well known, and temporarily storing food here can indeed deal a huge blow to these barbarians and half-orcs.

"Do you have any opinions on the strategy proposed by Baron Arlo?"

Viscount Jon paused for a moment before asking everyone in the hall.

Although this strategy can indeed cause huge losses and injuries to those half-orcs and barbarians, the matter of storing food in Versilia has made the lords hesitate.

What is food?That is the capital for the lords to settle down. Sending food to Versilia City is equivalent to controlling the lifeline of their own family in the hands of others. No one is willing to put this kind of thing on anyone.

"Viscount Jon, we all believe in your character, but the food that I, Siegel, produced this year is too little, barely enough to feed the people. If it is all stored in Versilia, I am afraid that the people will not agree. what!"

"Yes, our West Asian leaders firmly support Lord Viscount, but even if I am willing, my people will definitely have grudges, and if my army can't see the food, it will be troublesome if there is a mutiny .”

The lords are not fools to have survived in such a dangerous environment around Versilia for so many years. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this is the double reed sung to them by Jon and Arlo.

Once the food is transported to Versilia, they can only obey what they say.

"This Viscount Jon is really confused. Food and grass are the lifeblood of the lord. Whoever is willing to put it in other people's cities, even if it is cheaper, no one of those half-orcs will be willing to send it out." Myron whispered to the side with.

"Confused? I don't think so." Rollin glanced at Jon, who was expressionless, and Arlo, who was dozing off, feeling that things would not be that simple.

"Hehe, Sir Rollin, what do you think of this strategy?"

Jon looked at the slightly dark corner, and Luo Lin was startled, wondering what kind of medicine was buried in Jon's gourd, and how it got to him.

When Jon mentioned Luo Lin's name, everyone was a little confused. They always felt that the name was too unfamiliar. Only a few noble lords' eyes lit up, as if they had thought of something.

Under everyone's gaze, Luo Lin had no choice but to stand up and bow to Viscount Jon.

"Master Viscount, I have just arrived here and I don't know much about the surroundings of Versilia. To tell you the truth, even if I am a half-orc or a barbarian, I have never seen it before, so I have no right to speak."

Seeing that Luo Lin was so young, the nobles in the room wondered why Viscount Jon only called his name.

"Hehe, why should Sir Rollin be modest? Let's not say that you defeated nearly a thousand thieves in Garadi, but that you are a direct descendant of the Drummond family. If you don't have the right to speak, who would have it?"

Jon praised Luo Lin greatly, and in an instant, Luo Lin felt countless eyes scanning him, as if they wanted to see through him.

Luo Lin glanced at Jon full of deep meaning. He is a down and out nobleman who has been demoted from his family. What can he say, but Jon just admires him. This is a blatant admiration!
Although Luo Lin didn't know what Jon's specific intentions were, he knew that if he followed Jon's words, he would definitely become the target of public criticism.

At that time, the weak Garadi will definitely be noticed by all forces, which is not in line with Rollin's low-key development strategy.

(End of this chapter)