In that case, another condition must be added. Bennaid's claim to be the leader of the team doesn't seem to be there**: "This group must see the rescue of the Swarosians as a mission, and if we get news and a call from the family, we can quit." ”

"I promised that the team would do everything in their power to save the Swarosians. Townsend said: "If you or the rest of the caravan are called by the family, you can choose to withdraw, but you must withdraw in four proportional installments in six months." ”

Bennay made eye contact with the people around him for a while, and finally nodded and said, "We agree with this condition, does Mr. Townsend have any other conditions?"

"I don't need to stress the rules of obedience to the chief, do I?" said Townsend, "and I have nothing else to say. ”

"In that case, please Mr. Townsend accept our gift. Bennaider stood up, took out a small box from his bosom, and respectfully placed it in front of Townsend—and when Townsend got up, opened the box, and found that it was a ring of pure metal, with a very ordinary shape, and several circles of lines.

Under the expectant gaze of Bennay and the others, Townsend put the ring on suspiciously, because the inner diameter of the ring was too small and could only be put on the tail finger. Benneid stepped back, then bowed respectfully, addressing Townsend as "Chief." ”

"Chief. The few people who came with Bennay also bowed respectfully, as if to complete a ritual. Marcia next to her nodded approvingly, and motioned to Townsend to return the salute with her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't prepare a gift in the general sense," Townshend, who didn't know anything about the etiquette of the big family, replied: "In the next few days, I will be able to get a generous gift for everyone, and I will never let you down!"

Disillusionment and rebirth, two diametrically opposed things, are often entangled. Either way, the new thing has its own peculiarities, at least in terms of energy—by the evening Townsend and Benneids had come together to map out the general structure and hierarchy of the team.

Of course, the top leadership of the new group was extremely simple, and Townsend was alone. Immediately below was Bennet, who was now on the same level as Monkey and Captain, but was actually a little bit higher.

In addition, Townsend also set up several stewards to take charge of the logistics, procurement, food and accommodation of the entire team.

In appreciation of Marcia's efforts in the event for Harvey, it was agreed that Marcia would be given the title of Honorary Steward, and that she would be the liaison between them and the Anomalous Masters Guild. Marcia was satisfied.

The name of the new group had not yet been decided, for Townsend said it was not yet time, but the new group had already had a minimum external function—and the next day, everyone was in a high-spirited spirit to engage in negotiations with Warehouse Town and the surrounding tribes.

The negotiation scene was very lively, and the three tribal chiefs and eleven village chiefs all arrived, in addition to the owner of the warehouse town inn and a dozen or so "liars". The hall of the hotel was full of people, and the deputy of his cronies could only stay outside and blow the wind. With such a large number of participants and a lot of people, the negotiation process was extremely difficult.

Fortunately, Townsend had already estimated the complexity of the matter, and he had done a good job in preparation.

First, Bannaid informs several tribal chiefs of the tragedy that has taken place in Harvey, and predicts the same fate that is about to happen in Warehousetown. Of course, as a businessman, Bennett's rhetoric was inevitably exaggerated, but with decades of credibility as a foundation, the chiefs believed his words and became deeply worried.

Then, it was Townsend's turn to appear, and he analyzed the enemy's incoming and scale in detail, and by the way, he also made some renderings of the enemy's strong combat power and ferocious surname, anyway, it was beyond the tolerance limit of several tribes. When the chiefs were frightened, he threw out the ambush plan that had been laid out and the benefits of striking hard at the enemy.

In the end, of course, it was a dark bargain, for the ambush plan required the support of several tribes - Townsend lacked not only men but also supplies, and the things he brought with him could not sustain such a battle. But the tribe didn't feel the pain, what the Radiant Church or the Ninth Apostle they hadn't seen at all, let you talk about it, the chiefs valued the benefits the most.

So the chiefs put forward various reasons, and more than a dozen crooks were also coaxing, refusing to let go of all opportunities to raise prices. They questioned Townsend's strength, and even more so the strength of the enemy. Even the guys who were on the sidelines, dressed as savages, began to shout - if they didn't suppress each other's emotions, the scene would quickly get out of control, and then not to mention cooperation, maybe safety would be a problem.

"This can't be! You're not Pfister Aldrich Connell!" a veteran chief spewed smoke at Townsend, "We won't grant anyone such a request except His Highness Pfister Aldrich Connell." ”

"Pfister Aldrich Conner, ......" Townsend muttered in his native dialect, his face calm, but his heart unhappy with the name. No matter who it is, it will not be happy to be compared to an unfamiliar name, not to mention being beaten by this name as a signboard: "Who is this grandson?"

"Uh......" Bennett couldn't understand the "Devil's Language", but he clearly understood Townsend's doubts, so he replied in a low voice, "Pfister Aldrich Connell is the prince of the West Coast. This highness is the heir of the city-state of the Silver Coast, and the person worshipped by all the tribes of all places, very young, extremely learned, and extremely good. ”

"Is there anyone like this on the West Coast?" Townsend's confusion deepened, "Didn't you say the Wild Land?"

"No matter how wild a place is, there will be outstanding people. Bennett's voice was lower: "And there are historical reasons and family traditions. ”

"Well, got it. Townsend didn't talk nonsense, stood up and took off his cloak, and walked briskly to the open space outside the inn hall.

The expressionless captain sent a leather case up, and Townsend took out the long and short weapons used for practice and inserted them into the ground, and inserted them in various ways for most of the circle. Then put your hands behind your back and scan your surroundings with cold eyes.

He's challenging all the Horde Warriors!

There was no shortage of anything in the tribal village, but there was never a shortage of warriors, and countless people jumped out on the spot, grinning to practice with Townsend alone, and even threatened to take Townsend's bones back to make necklaces - before the brother could finish his cruel words, he was kicked off the bridge of his nose by Townsend and squatted to the side and cried.

"You can challenge!" Townsend's clean shot made Benneid's confidence boost, and at the same time, he also understood Townsend's intentions, so he raised his hand and shouted: "Three people from each tribe, fight him one-on-one!"