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In the eyes of the barbarian chiefs, the nobles of the kingdom are not good at all and will only suck blood from them.

He was so disgusted with the greed and corruption of the nobility that he had no intention of agreeing in the first place.

Even if his tribe is in dire straits.

And this scene exceeded Field's expectations. He did not expect that the barbarians' resentment towards the people of the kingdom would be so heavy.

Even in the face of generous offers, he still chose to refuse.

Fieldton was confused. He couldn't understand why the savage tribe would rather continue to suffer than accept his help.

Well~, the barbarians' views on the Kingdom people are the same as the Kingdom people's views on the barbarians. It goes deep into the bones.

Field refused to give up and decided to try to persuade the chief again.

"Dear Chief, I understand your resentment towards the kingdom's nobles, but please believe me, I am not the noble you think I am."

The chief looked at Field coldly, the doubts and wariness in his heart getting stronger.

He said: "Your words sound wonderful, but we have been deceived by nobles too many times. We no longer trust any nobles who come to the kingdom."

Facing the chief's firm refusal, Field had no choice but to imitate Western powers and bully the weak.

"Hey~, let's go home!"

Just as Field was about to board the Windbreaker, a man in a jet-black robe walked out of the tribe.

"Kingdom people, wait!"

The man's voice was deep, exuding a sense of oppression.

"This is a strong man!" Field was secretly shocked.

Captain Bacon immediately pulled out the sword from his waist, looking like he was at war with his sword.

At the same time, the barbarians immediately became nervous when they saw the king's men pulling out their weapons.

He raised his giant ax and bone spear and prepared for battle.

The black robe blocked the face of the visitor, making it impossible for Field to tell his age.

But judging from his voice, Field could still guess his age.

The chief was obviously surprised when he saw the man walking out.

"High Priest! What are you doing?"

I saw the high priest in the chief's mouth waved his hand and stopped the tribal warriors who were at war with each other.

"Sergio, there is no need to be nervous!" His voice seemed to reveal magical power, causing the irritable chief to calm down instantly.

The warriors standing beside Sergio also lowered their weapons.

Then, the high priest walked forward slowly, his eyes passed through the crowd, and finally fell on Field.

There was a hint of depth and mystery in his eyes, as if he could see through Field's heart.

"Dear guest from afar, please forgive Sergio for being rude."

"I am Dirk Nowitzki, the high priest of the Flame Bird Tribe." High Priest Dirk revealed his head as he spoke.

The power structure of the barbarian tribe is different from that of the kingdom. The priests have the most say in the barbarian tribe.

They usually do not participate in the management of the tribe, and the chief usually takes care of all affairs of the tribe, but this does not mean that the status of the priest is lower than that of the chief.

It's that the priests don't bother doing odd jobs. They usually only participate when the tribe encounters important decisions.

It can be said that as long as the priest speaks, the chief can only obey it no matter how much he complains.

Field looked at High Priest Dirk and sensed a faint threat from him.

"My name is Field Wilson, and I come from Wilson Viscounty in the Kingdom of Seer. I wonder what High Priest Dirk wants from me?"

Field responded politely and calmly.

At the same time, try to read from the face of the high priest his attitude towards trade.

Okay~, High Priest Dirk's wrinkled old face was as calm as water, and Field couldn't detect his emotions at all.

There was a flash of approval in High Priest Dirk's eyes, and he was obviously satisfied with Field's calmness and politeness.

"Field Wilson, are you an envoy from the Sayre Kingdom or a businessman from the Wilson Territory? I have been dealing with the Sayre Kingdom for most of my life, and I have never seen that viscount go abroad for trade alone."

"High Priest Dirk, haven't you seen this?"

"Huh? Hahaha~ Yes!"

Field also laughed, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

At the same time, he was secretly relieved. At present, it seemed that the high priest was not averse to peaceful trade.

Then, High Priest Dirk gradually stopped smiling.

"Our Flame Bird Tribe has always kept a distance from the outside world. We do not reject communication and trade with the outside world, but we hate greedy people."

High Priest Dirk's eyes were extremely sharp in an instant, as if he could kill with his eyes.

With his body upright and not afraid of the slanting shadow, Field came to trade on an equal footing, and he met the eyes of High Priest Dirk without any guilt.

"As you said, the Flame Tribe welcomes you! And you, Field Wilson, will also gain the friendship of the Flame Bird Tribe."

There was a faint smile on Field's face, and he felt the sincerity of the high priest.

"High Priest Dirk, Leader Wilson is very willing to become friends with the Flame Bird Tribe."

The first contact with the barbarian tribe was full of twists and turns, but fortunately the outcome was good.

The traders' guild's shops were established in the barbarian tribe. The cement shops looked out of place with the houses around the tribe.

Field stood in front of the store and said to High Priest Dirk beside him: "We can sign a trade agreement to ensure mutual benefit for both parties."

"OK!"

At this time, Chief Sergio was following behind High Priest Dirk, and his eyes were competing fiercely with Captain Bacon behind Field.

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