Farr did not immediately respond to Vivian.

Instead, he continued to lower his head slightly, his face was gloomy and his face was full of hesitation.

Looking at Fal with a hesitant face, Vivian was not anxious or angry.

Because Fal's reaction was completely within Vivian's expectations.

Seeing that Fal was not responding for a long time and was still hesitating, Vivian approached Fal again, and the smile on his face gradually appeared a bit strange and intriguing look.

Lower voice:

"Your Excellency Wizard, as the following official said just now, you are a smart man."

"And the patriarch of a tribe should be taken over by a smart person like you."

"Now Lord Sova has been killed, and the position of the clan leader is empty..."

Hearing this, Farr's pupils shrank suddenly.

Vivian has something in his words.

And Far also heard Vivian's implication.

Vivian continued:

"Your Excellency Sova is dead, and the one who is most qualified to be the new patriarch is yours."

"Our Britannians naturally hope that smart people like you can be the patriarch of a tribe."

"Although I am just a small envoy, I have a very good relationship with the leader of our Knights of Michael and are sisters with a confidant under the leader, so I have the qualifications to meet the leader directly and give advice to the leader directly."

"So if I go to persuade the leader of the delegation, the leader of the delegation will definitely be very happy to help you become the new leader of the Mahe tribe in the future."

Speaking of this, Vivian stopped talking.

He took a few steps back and retreated to where she was originally standing.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked at Farr in front of him with a smile on his face, and quietly waiting for Farr's answer.

After hearing Vivian's words, a hint of greed burst out in Fal's eyes.

The hanging hands slowly clenched into fists.

While a little greedy burst out in his eyes, a firm look gradually appeared in his eyes.

And the confused and struggling colors gradually dissipated...

...

...

That night.

20:23.

"Hey, do you know? Today is the envoy of the Britannians." A short-haired warrior said to a long-haired warrior sitting beside him.

"Oh, I know." Speaking of this, the long-haired man looked disdainful, "Hmph, these Britannians are just troublesome, and they will fight as long as they want, why do they do so many things? Do they really think they can persuade us and let us put down our weapons and surrender obediently?"

"Maybe it's really possible." The short-haired warrior said in a deep voice, "Don't the gang of people in our tribe, led by wizards, advocate surrendering obediently?"

"Tsk, those cowards." The disdain on the face of the long-haired man became even stronger, "They are the cancers of our Mahe tribe! Or are they Lakers, are they from our Mahe tribe?"

"Did they have no backbone at all? Have they ever thought about the consequences if we surrender?"

"If we surrender, we will be slaughtered, and there is no room for resistance. I will not be a lamb who can be slaughtered! I will resist to the end!"

"That's right! Well said!" The words of the long-haired man seemed to inspire the short-haired man.

The short-haired man echoed with great momentum:

"We must resist to the end! We must not be lambs to be slaughtered! We must fight to the end! Let the Britannians see our backbone!"

Just as the two were chatting, a male voice suddenly came from their side:

"Hey! You two, go to the patriarch's house. The patriarch seems to have something to say to you."

The person who talked was a warrior in their tribe.

"Class leader?" The long-haired warrior frowned, "The patris leader actually has something to say to us... It's really rare..."

"It's rare, indeed." The short-haired warrior stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his butt, "Let's go, since the patriarch has called us and asked us to go there, it's better for us to go there as soon as possible. If the patriarch waits for a long time, that would be bad."

"Yeah, that's right."

After saying that, the long-haired warrior also stood up from the ground.

The two walked towards the head's house together.

The two of them didn't know that after they walked away, the soldier who reported to them cast a cold look at their backs...

...

...

"Well? Where are you going?"

"Go to the patriarch's house. I just heard someone say that the patriarch seemed to have something to say to us."

"Well? Did the patriarch call you too? Someone just told us that the patriarch had something to say to us."

...

"Well? Are you going to find the patriarch too?"

"Yes. Someone just told me that the patriarch was looking for us."

...

"Are you going to find the patriarch?"

"Hmm? How do you know?"

...

On the way to the clan leader's house, they met many soldiers who also learned that the clan leader was looking for them, and went to the clan leader's house.

When we arrived at the door of the clan leader's house, more than ten people had gathered.

Although everyone felt a little strange, they didn't think about it. They knocked on the wooden door of the clan leader's house. After getting the patriarch's permission to enter the door, they pushed open the door and entered one after another.

Without being too alert, they did not notice that the voice of the patriarch was somewhat different from the past.

It became more low and hoarse.

After pushing open the door and entering the patriarch's house, the more than ten soldiers thought they would meet the patriarch waiting for them.

As a result, what awaited them was the archers who had already ambushed, and what greeted them was the ruthless arrows.

When they entered the house and were still wondering about the absence of the patriarch, the archers who had already ambushed shot at them and immediately all returned to the west.

Those who are not dead are also finally killed.

After killing these more than ten warriors from the pro-war soldiers, they immediately dragged their bodies away and prepared to call the next group of warriors from the pro-war soldiers...

...

...

at the same time.

On a high ground somewhere outside the Mahe tribe.

Vivian and Samuel stood one after another on a high ground, overlooking Mahe's tribe, which was now in the bloody storm.

The Mahe tribe is destined to be a sleepless night tonight.

Under Far's great purge, when the sun rises tomorrow, there will probably be no more pro-war figures left in Mahe's tribe.

I don’t know if it was Vivian’s illusion. Vivian seemed to have smelled a little bloody smell when he was so far away.

Looking at Ma Hete below, Vivian suddenly chuckled a few times. She was clearly talking to Samuel, but her tone seemed to be talking to herself:

"Mr. Samuel, it's really ironic..."

"Although I finally bribed His Excellency Farr, I finally strengthened his confidence and decided to carry out a great purge in the tribe and clean up all the pro-war figures in the tribe."

"His Excellency Far, he finally promised me not entirely out of selfish desire."

"I can see that Lord Far is really concerned about the tribe and does not want the tribe to fall into the desperate situation of extermination because of resisting us."

"When Lord Farr finally agreed to me that he decided to clean up the pro-war factions in the tribe, it was to satisfy his own selfish desires and also to the future of the tribe."

"I really don't know if Mr. Far is a good person or a bad person who does this? I really don't know that future history books will evaluate him like this."
Chapter completed!