Chapter 140： 140: Halfling (fourth more)

Their tribe is a well-known big tribe in the Changfeng Plain, and there are many affiliated tribes around it.

A large number of people means insufficient food. This time Aslan gave them 500,000 catties each in one go, which eased their food crisis to a great extent and should be enough to support them until the autumn harvest.

"Check the food, and then leave as soon as possible, so as not to be discovered." Aslan deliberately said that they were doing something ugly.

In fact, as long as the matter is put through, Merlin will support them in doing so.

However, because of their guilty conscience, they dare not be upright, which will make others more suspicious.

"Gareth! Come over tomorrow morning, we will leave as soon as possible." Aslan also deliberately said such a sentence.

Gareth promised to take Aslan to the Northern Wind Prairie, so naturally he would not refuse.

He also believed that the Centaur would never sell such important materials as war horses to Aslan.

He even hopes that if he can make more such transactions in the future, his tribal strength can be improved again.

In the Changfeng Plain, the easiest way to increase the strength of the tribe is to use food.

After Belmode heard Aslan's words, his eyes rolled.

The granary in Changfeng Town was opened, and a large number of pulverized buns were pulled out by carts.

Gareth and Belmode stared at the grains that almost filled the granary.

They haven't seen so much food since they were born.

Many barbarian fighters subconsciously held their fists, ready to grab them directly.

"Why, I want to grab it!" Aslan asked with a smile.

Belmode scratched his head awkwardly.

"Why, we are just a little shocked."

Gareth looked at Belmode with a mocking face, and the meaning was self-evident.

It's not like Belmode that he doesn't understand anything. If Belmode really dared to **** the food from Lord Merlot, he would even take the initiative to help Aslan beat Belmode back.

He received Elijah's bamboo bird last night and explained the powerful relationship in it.

The iron ore in the Changfeng Plain must be concealed. This point Elijah asked Gareth to make it clear to Merlin, because once exposed, they will face all the races of the entire Mellocks province.

On the other hand, Elijah hopes that Gareth can reach a friendly relationship with the town of Melo.

This way, instead of standing on their development, they may have the opportunity to obtain the technology of planting buds in Merlot, so that they can completely solve the problem of food shortage.

From this point of view, Elijah is indeed thinking for Gareth and the entire tribe, from the position of Elijah, the emissary.

But as far as the entire Changfeng Plain is concerned, Elijah's doing so will only cause indelible cracks in the originally monolithic Changfeng Plain.

This is the so-called **** determines the head.

Different identities have different considerations.

While Gareth and Belmode left with a large amount of food, the halfling thieves who had been hiding outside Changfeng Town could see clearly.

Gareth walked to one of the places with a bag of grain. After waiting for about half a minute, a small figure appeared behind him.

"Gareth, shouldn't you explain?"

Gareth threw the bag of grain in front of him without saying a word.

"Done a business with Human Race and exchanged some food."

The short figure grabbed the bag of grain, which was a hundred catties.

Halflings are naturally intelligent and capable opportunists. Individuals or tribes can find a place to stay anywhere, so compared to other alien races, the human race does not kill them too much.

This also caused them not to care too much about the Changfeng Plain. They are also natural tourists, and it is a big deal to leave the Changfeng Plain to other alien habitats.

"One bag is not enough, there are so many people under my hand." The short figure easily carried the sack that was taller than himself.

Gareth had long known the virtues of these halflings, and made people throw out two sacks of food.

"German is enough!"

The little figure shrugged indifferently, and said casually, "Don't worry! I won't talk nonsense."

Gareth nodded and turned around to take the person away.

The rut of the convoy left deep marks on the ground, and German took a deep look at the convoy of the Elves.

"There are at least four to five million catties of grain, Lord Merlot is really generous."

As for Gareth’s talk of doing business with Lord Merlot, Germain could only say that he was a liar.

The companion on the other side also came over, and he also came over with three large sacks of grain.

"There are about four to five million catties of grain in Belmode."

German sneered and said: "These two guys who clamored to go to war are the first to hook up with the human race."

Suddenly a cool breeze blew, and German's face changed in an instant. Just after he drew his dagger, a long sword was placed on his neck.

"Don't move, my lord would like to please."

Cruze's cold voice sounded, adding a little chill to the breeze at night.

German quickly threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, raised his hands high, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes! I'll cooperate, please take the sword away, please? It's dangerous."

Kruze nodded indifferently, stretched out his hand to grab Germain's collar, and went back to Changfeng Town.

In the town’s mansion, Aslan ate his breakfast slowly. He personally cooked and made meat buns with bracts fruit flour. Because the bracts fruit pink is red, these buns are red and indescribably beautiful. .

As soon as German entered the room, he happened to see Aslan starting with a table of vegetables alone, and he drooled.

"Try it!" Aslan put two meat buns on an empty plate with a tongs, and said politely.

German nodded and was not polite. He grabbed the bun with that hairy hand. He just took the first bite and couldn't help but open his mouth. It was too hot.

But the strong smell of meat made him reluctant to spit it out.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Aslan slowly watched German gobble it up. It took half an hour for this breakfast, and German ate more than a dozen meat buns before stopping.

"Uh!" German burped.

Aslan put down the towel to wipe his hands and said with a smile: "Your heart is so big, you are not afraid of me being poisoned."

German didn't care about leaning on the back of his chair, and said lazily: "It's just fine to kill me. There is no need to make me a ghost or go to the execution ground."

"Haha, have the guts!" Aslan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Are you interested in working for me?"

German rolled his eyes and asked curiously: "What kind of job? What treatment are you going to give me?"

Aslan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he heard the message in German's words.

He knows the situation in Merlot very well.