"How many people are there in the tribe?"

In the cabin in the middle of the camp, Samwell, who was sitting at the head, asked.

Below him, gathered the new patriarch of the Huya tribe, the wizards, and a group of clan elders.

"My lord, there are still more than 2,300 people in the tribe, but most of them are women, old people and children."

Samwell, of course, heard the implication of Cheman's words and asked:

"Is there a lack of food?"

"There is enough food for now, but the lack of young and strong should lead to a significant reduction in the number of prey harvested in the future...... It is estimated that it will not be long before there will be a shortage of food. ”

Sam Wilmo leaned on the back of his chair, knowing in his heart that most of the young men of the Huya tribe had either died in Hawksbill Island or had become his own captives.

Of course, he was reluctant to let these captives go, after all, it was up to them to build their territory.

However, these women, children, old and young of the Huya tribe cannot be ignored.

Whether it's a humanitarian or utilitarian buy-off, Samwell has to settle these people.

It's just that it is indeed difficult for him to provide for so many people with money and food.

But Samwell wasn't much worried.

After all, we have just won such a big battle, is it too much to use this to invest more with investors?

Samwell asked himself that compared to those entrepreneurs who dare to ask for money just by having a PPT, he is already a rare honest person.

After a deep sigh, Samwell spoke:

"Qiman, you count the number of elderly people over 60 years old and children under 10 years old who have no one to take care of them in the camp, and in addition, the disabled, sick and other people who cannot take care of themselves are also counted, and I will establish a welfare home on Eagle's Beak Island to take care of these people in a unified manner. Of course, admission to a welfare home is voluntary, and if there is someone at home to take care of you, you can not go. ”

"What a merciful lord you are!"

Qiman and the clan elders bowed their heads one after another, and said sincerely.

Samwell continued:

"As for the women in the camp, if they wish, they can marry my warriors who have not yet married, and for every tribal woman who marries into Eagle's Beak, I will give a reward of five silver deer as a wedding gift."

"Thank you, Lord Caesar!" Cheman bowed again and said, "Being able to marry those powerful warriors under your command is the greatest honor for the women of the Huya tribe!" ”

"Now that you have become my people, don't call the Huya tribe anymore. In the future, this place will be called Huya Village, Qiman, and I will appoint you as the village head, responsible for managing this village for me. ”

Cheman hurriedly walked up to Samwell, knelt down respectfully and saluted:

"It's my pleasure."

Samwell helped him up and said:

"Considering that Huya Village has just experienced a big war, I will exempt you from paying taxes for three months, but in the event of war, Huya Village must respond to my conscription order."

"Yes, my lord, it is our honor to fight for you!"

"Cheman, you write on my behalf to the other nearby wildling tribes, and tell their leaders that I am also willing to accept them as my subjects, and treat them the same as the former Huya tribe."

"Yes, sir."

In fact, Samwell didn't have much hope for the other savage tribes to take refuge, the Huya tribe was because of the existence of the Qiman leading the way, and the leaders of the rest of the tribes would definitely not be willing to pay more than one lord on their heads.

However, the posture still has to be put on first.

In the future, you can slowly conquer these savage tribes, and the top priority is to digest the Huya tribe first.

Afterwards, Samwell made a pro-people appearance and consulted the elders present.

These clan elders are also sensible people, and of course they don't dare to take the opportunity to put forward excessive opinions, so as not to anger the lord, so they put forward some innocuous and trivial opinions.

In order to show his benevolent side, Samwell also accommodates their small requests.

Only the advice offered by the tribal wizard Saru made Samwell frown.

Originally, the Huya tribe believed in the so-called "god of the mountain", but now that he became Samwell's lord, Saru wondered if the people should all convert to the seven gods.

Samwell, of course, knew that faith had to be treated with care, otherwise it could easily cause turmoil.

And these savage tribes living in the Crimson Mountains actually have different beliefs, some believe in the seven gods, some believe in the old gods, and some believe in various other chaotic gods, such as the "god of the mountain" of the Huya tribe.

If they are forcibly converted to the Seven Gods, not only will this Huya Village be prone to problems, but the other savage tribes will probably be even more resistant to Samwell after hearing about it.

But in Westeros, the Church of the Seven is the official religion except for the North, and if you learn that Samwell's subjects believe in all kinds of messy gods, I'm afraid that someone will come to you to ask them.

Samwell pondered for a moment, then said:

"My people have the right to freedom of worship. If they were willing to convert, the Seven would naturally open their arms to them, and if they didn't, they could still keep their faith. ”

After considering the pros and cons, Samwell finally decided not to go to the Church of the Birds.

After all, increasing his own strength is the top priority, and he definitely doesn't want to push the wild people in the mountains to his opposite side because of his beliefs.

As for the rebuke of the Church of the Seven...... To put it mildly, how many divisions does it have?

After the former Order's armed forces were forcibly disbanded by Maeg I, the Church of the Seven Gods has lost the ability to interfere in the affairs of the liege by force.

If it was just a matter of sending monks to hold them accountable, Samwell would have a way to deal with it.

Anyway, try his best to delay, and when he has enough strength, he will naturally have the confidence to bargain with the Church of the Seven Gods.

Just like the nobles in the north, don't they still stubbornly believe in the old gods, and the Church of the Seven dares to send someone to burn the fish beams and wood in their homes?

"What a merciful lord you are!" Wizard Saru said respectfully.

Just when Samwell thought that the other party was finished, Saru actually spoke again:

"My lord, can I recommend a young man to be your squire?"

Samwell frowned again, a little unhappy in his heart, feeling that the old man in front of him was a little confused, and actually wanted to stuff people around him.

Seeing that Samwell had misunderstood him, Saru hurriedly added:

"My lord, he is the son of the tribal patriarch, if you can accept him as an acolyte, it will be an honor for everyone in the Huya tribe."

"The son of the old patriarch?" Samwell looked at Cheman, "Do you have any other brothers?" ”

Without waiting for Cheman to speak, Saru explained:

"No, I'm referring to the grandson of the old patriarch, Kathu."

Samwell instantly understood, and the look in his eyes at Saru suddenly became particularly playful: "Is he a Cheka, or is he the son of Chemu?" ”

"It's the son of the Cheka, my lord."

"Bring it here and I'll see it."

Saru walked out of the hut and found a little boy of thirteen or fourteen, took him by the hand and said:

"Kathu, you will become the lord's attendant, and you will lead his horse, carry his spear, wash his armor, and obey all his commands, understand?"

Katu shook his head and said in a muffled voice:

"But I don't want to be his squire, he killed my father!"

"He killed your father on the battlefield, and in a fair way, you should not hate him for it, but learn from his bravery. And if you continue to stay here, I'm afraid you'll die an unknown death. ”

"Why?"

"Do you know how your grandfather died?"

"Didn't Grandpa die of illness?"

"No, he was suffocated by Cheman!"

Kathu's mouth opened wide, apparently shocked by the news.

Immediately, he shouted, "Then why didn't you tell everyone? ”

Saru put his index finger in front of his lips, motioned to the other party to make a small noise, and said helplessly:

Even if I told the truth, how many would believe it? This will only plunge the Huya tribe into greater turmoil. ”

Saru then said no more, took Kathu's hand and returned to the hut.

"My lord, he's Kathu."

Seeing Katu standing stunned, Saru quietly pushed him on the back.

Kathu glanced at his uncle Cheman, then quickly withdrew his gaze, then stepped forward and knelt in front of Samwell, and said:

"Honorable lord, please allow me to be your attendant."

Samwell looked at Cheman, only to see the other side staring blankly at the ground, as if unconcerned about what was happening in front of him.

"Yes."