CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 73: MASTER OF THE HOLY LAND

"Then what shall we do..."

Prophet Bai Shuang couldn’t help but ask aloud.

"Return to the mountains,"

Luo De said calmly with a smile, "Or stay here and work for me as slaves like them. It’s your choice."

Prophet Bai Shuang looked distressed.

Thinking he was clever, he realized he was still foolish.

He had never imagined it would result this way.

The key was that Luo De hadn’t broken any promises.

He was the one who thought too simply.

Originally, he wanted to seek greater benefits for the White Frost Tribe, but ended up harming the entire tribe.

"Lord Baron, would you still be willing to accept the White Frost Tribe as your slaves?"

Prophet Bai Shuang’s face was full of anguish.

Choosing punishment over reward.

Luo De feigned hesitation and asked in confusion, "Your White Frost are not free people anymore?"

Plop!

As soon as Luo De finished speaking, Prophet Bai Shuang knelt down, repenting, "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have coveted the Prophet’s power."

"Were you wrong?"

Luo De looked down at Prophet Bai Shuang.

"I was wrong, honorable Lord Baron."

Prophet Bai Shuang’s face was full of regret,

"Greed and arrogance made me lose wisdom and choose wrongly."

"You can punish me as you wish, but I beg you to mercifully accept my people, they had no delusions, they were victims of my greed."

"I beg you."

Prophet Bai Shuang bowed his head heavily.

Luo De quietly watched Prophet Bai Shuang, slightly surprised.

As a spellcaster, he still showed some faith, able to bend and stretch for his tribe.

"It’s good that you recognize your mistakes, so I won’t make things difficult for you. The whole White Frost Tribe shall go hungry for just one day."

Luo De smiled and said, "Consider this a punishment for the arrogant ones; how you explain it is up to you.

But I don’t want to hear any voices against me."

Prophet Bai Shuang’s divination skill was considered originated, having some status in the Wilderness Tribe, Luo De needed him.

"Do you agree?"

"I agree."

Bai Shuang understood clearly, mistakes must be paid for.

This was not just for punishment, but also to deter others.

Luo De leaned down to help the prophet up, whispering, "Also let me remind you, all wildmen can only have one master in the future, and he is not you."

Prophet Bai Shuang was stunned, nodded heavily, "I understand your meaning."

After standing up, Prophet Bai Shuang turned to his people to explain and repent.

This time he had no other thoughts, shouldering all the responsibility.

He told his people that before arriving at Frost Leaf Town, he had performed a divination, and the spirit of the White Frost ancestor told him that Baron Rod was the savior of the White Frost Tribe, and would lead all the wildmen to the Holy Land of happiness and prosperity.

Wildmen must serve Baron Rod wholeheartedly and selflessly to embark on the path to the Holy Land.

But he miscalculated Baron Rod’s identity because of his greed, allowing Gray Stone and Giant Wood Tribes to reach Baron Rod first and become his most loyal servants.

Therefore, the will of the ancestors commanded every member of the White Frost Tribe to self-punish and fast for a whole day.

And from now on, wildmen must refer to Baron Rod as the Master of the Holy Land.

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"This Prophet Bai Shuang can really talk nonsense."

After listening to Us’ report, Luo De couldn’t help but comment.

After explaining his orders, Luo De returned to the hall and did not stay in place.

However, Us had carefully described all the events to Luo De.

Ancestors, revelations, the Holy Land, very vague and misleading techniques.

"Do wildmen really believe it?"

Luo De couldn’t help asking.

"I don’t know if they truly believe it in their hearts, I just see the people of the White Frost Tribe indeed handed over everything and haven’t eaten a thing."

The wildmen had migrated over as a whole tribe, still carrying some food with them.

Jerky, dried mushrooms, dried fruits, enough for a few meals.

But the White Frost Tribe knew they must fast and yet hid nothing, truly starving and enduring.

It seems they really believed.

"They watched the other two tribes eat black bread, drink meat soup, swallowing constantly, but no one complained."

Us said earnestly: "Even the children."

"Hmm?"

Luo De originally planned to quietly show mercy to children under fifteen, after all, children were not at fault.

But he didn’t expect these wildmen of the White Frost Tribe to be so harsh on themselves.

"Really, I don’t know why, they already privately call you the Master of the Holy Land.

Not only the White Frost Tribe, even some from the Gray Stone and Giant Wood Tribes call you this."

Us leaned forward, carefully asking in a low voice, "Could you truly be that Master of the Holy Land?"

"Nonsense..."

Luo De was about to say something absurd, but he held back.

Even if it’s a lie, it’s a lie that benefits him, why expose it?

Besides, sometimes a lie told a hundred, a thousand times, becomes the truth.

On the Blue Star of his previous life, many businessmen were adept at this technique.

"Perhaps it’s true; after all, I gave them ample food to eat, and during this difficult time, didn’t let them starve."

Us nodded thoughtfully, "If I were a wildman, maybe I’d think the same way..."

At this moment, Lawrence had a troubled look on his face,

"At this rate, the food might not be enough!"

"Is there enough wild vegetables and jerky?" Luo De asked.

"There are plenty of wild vegetables, and mushrooms, the women have collected a lot."

Lawrence reported: "We also have a lot of salted fish."

"First, reduce the supply of black bread, give them more variety, and use jerky and dried fish to trade for some rye when the trade caravans come."

Luo De thought for a moment and added, "You all just love eating bread, can’t you change your diet a bit?"

"You mean..." Lawrence was a little puzzled.

"Actually, you can try making lump soup."

Luo De explained, "It’s where you mix flour with water, stir into small dough lumps, and then cook them in the soup.

You can add wild vegetables and jerky to the soup, ultimately making a large pot of lump soup.

This kind of lump soup has a strong sense of fullness compared to bread, it can at least halve the consumption of flour."

Lawrence nodded with half-understanding.

"Never mind, I’ll personally discuss this with Martha, let her handle these things."

Perhaps dietary arrangements should be left to someone like a cook.

Luo De continued to instruct Lawrence: "First, register the number of those wildmen and record the supplies they brought."

"Got it, Master, but I’ve already counted the numbers."

Lawrence chuckled, reporting,

"The combined wildmen from three tribes total five hundred and sixty-one, of which one hundred and ninety-seven are children under fifteen, and one hundred and seventy-eight are women.

There isn’t a single wildman over sixty, only three just reaching fifty, the rest are basically labor forces."

Luo De nodded, apparently, the wildmen’s lives are indeed tough.

"You arrange these wildmen as I’ve previously stated."

"Also, take the children of the White Frost Tribe away tonight, let them join the other children, and give them something to eat."

Lawrence nodded, confusedly asking, "But, aren’t they still fasting under the will of the ancestors?"

"Just tell them the Master of the Holy Land showed compassion and lifted the ancestors’ punishment, letting them eat!"

Can it really be like this?

Lawrence wanted to say something, but found it quite reasonable, and merely nodded in the end.

"Then I’ll go make arrangements, lord."

After bowing and saluting, Lawrence prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, he remembered something and came back saying:

"Katie has everything prepared, tonight the tavern is ready for a trial opening, inviting you to attend and name the tavern."