A tolerant smile was hanging on the corner of the little lion's mouth: "'Lord of Tiefeng County', as long as you don't plan to default on the debt, you won't have any way to clear the debt."

"For example?" There was no smile on Winters' face.

Seeing that Winters must ask clearly on the spot, the little lion blinked, leaned forward, and approached Winters. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

Pierre unveiled the curtain and walked in with a stool.

The little lion immediately stopped, widened the distance from Winters, and winked at the latter.

However, Winters ignored it and repeated the previous question: "What, for example?"

Upon hearing this, the little lion smiled politely at Pierre, then turned to look at Winters and asked kindly, "[Hedd] For example, can you send your puppy away first?"

Winters smiled, "Pierre," he raised his head slightly and translated for Xiao Mitchell, "His Excellency Yahatch said you are my 'baby' and asked me if I can send you away."

Pierre stood behind the Blood Wolf, and didn't even look at the little lion, and replied in a deep voice: "I am your mastiff, I will go wherever you want me to go."

Winters looked at the Lion again and solemnly informed the latter: "Pierre Girardnovic Mitchell, I have my unreserved trust. So no matter what you have, you can speak in front of him."

He paused and added, "What's more, Mr. Mitchell is the one who will connect with the Akawa tribe in the future. The more serious the thing you want to talk about, the more he should be present."

The little lion looked up at Pierre, who was obviously lifted by the blood wolf, but did not show any gratitude or smugness.

The governor of the outer new land was standing behind the blood wolf like a sculpture.

The little lion stared at Pierre for a while, shrugged her shoulders, stood up, shook her robe, and formally reached out to Pierre with a light smile on her face: "Sir, it's our turn to deal with him in the future."

Pierre did not react at first, until Winters nodded to him, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand without saying a word, and symbolically shook the little lion.

"Okay, okay, I already know the status of the General Commander, and I should talk about the important things next."

The little lion lifted her robe and sat casually on the stool, and spoke straight to the topic:

"Clearing the accounts is actually very simple - you are not without goods, the forging hammers on both sides of the St. George River jingle every day, and the furnace at the foot of the Iron Peak Mountain rolls thick smoke every day, and you can't hide it from me."

"If your news is really as well-informed as you think, then you should know, Little Lion." Winters responded calmly: "At present, we do not have enough iron tools to exchange for what you send."

The little lion pretended to be puzzled: "Since you know that the scrap copper and iron in your hands are not enough to pay the bill, and you are in urgent need of our goods, why don't you bring out more valuable things to exchange?"

"For example?" Winters spoke quickly.

Seeing someone asking knowingly, the little lion frowned and a brief growl came out of his throat: "I can't stand you Venetta people, don't pretend to be stupid!"

Pierre felt the little lion's gaze pass by him.

The little lion said in a rough voice: "Take out what we really want! Sabre! Musket! Armor! Medicine! We will need as much as you can, and the price will be as high as you can - of course, the premise is to be fair and not too much..."

The little lion gasped, stared at Winters, and said in a seductive tone: "I know that you lack great spirits now, and for us, the most important thing is this. As long as you nod, Hestas, I promise you in the name of the White Lion brother that horses and cattle and sheep will be sent to Tiefeng County in a steady stream, and to you, as long as you nod..."

"Is the war in the Akagawa tribe not going well?" Winters interrupted the gushing little lion.

The little lion raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask like this?"

Winters did not answer, but just told the other party with his eyes, "You know why I asked this."

"On the grassland, no one will dislike their bows and swords." The little lion asked, "Is your war not going well? Are you also constantly building weapons?"

Winters did not comment, but Pierre narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly - Little Lion said a little too much.

After pondering for a moment, Winters asked politely: "Can I think that if we refuse your request, the existing business dealings between us and you will also be affected."

"Of course." The little lion grinned and showed two sharp teeth: "Do you really think that we ran from the north bank to the south bank to do business with you in order to buy your two broken pots?"

Pierre's nasal cavity made a cold snorting.

"I know your request." Winterston said: "But I cannot answer you immediately. This matter requires not only my permission, but also the understanding of my colleagues."

"Oh! By the way! I heard it!" The little lion slapped his thigh and pretended to realize: "What have you done... the same thing as the alliance of all the tribes..."

"Hi!" Little Lion looked at Winters, half provocative and half jokingly asked: "It was something you could decide on yourself, but now everyone has to nod; the tribe that originally belonged to you alone has now become someone else's property. You... aren't you the same as finding a father for yourself? Why do you have to do this?"

This attack could not hurt Winters Montagne at all. He smiled politely without talking to him.

But Pierre could not allow anyone to insult the Blood Wolf. He stood up and squeezed out a warning from his teeth: "Of course, please pay attention to your words."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The little lion waved his hands repeatedly and apologized in fear and fear: "I am a barbarian, I don't understand your customs."

"You..." Pierre glared.

Winters patted Pierre's leg gently, and the next second, Pierre sat back, but still glared at the little lion.

"Okay, don't glar at me, the Governor, your eyes are almost falling to the ground." The little lion smiled and said, "You are not very angry, are you? There is no need to perform this show. Even if you do nothing, Hestas won't mind."

Pierre really clenched his fists.

The little lion ignored Pierre and asked Winters with a smile: "Have you two rehearsed in advance?"

"Not at all." Winters easily responded to the little lion's sarcasm and asked with a smile: "But the cooperation is pretty good."

"good."

"Thank you for your praise." Winters brought the conversation back to the main point: "As for your request, as long as the Interim Supreme Committee discusses the results, I will send the fastest horse and the best messenger to inform you."

"No need to be so troublesome." The little lion put his hands behind his head, leaned back slightly, yawned, and said lightly: "I will wait here until I get the answer. So with the result, just come and tell me."

Winters' attention was concentrated, but on the surface, he just pointed at Pierre: "Mr. Michelle will prepare food and board for your troops."

As expected, the little lion continued, "The spirits of the animals are living creatures, and you must take action as soon as possible. Since you don't have enough goods, I hope you can agree to me to deal with these spirits slowly."

"How to 'handle it off'?" Winters patiently played a hoarse fan with Little Lion.

The little lion smiled slightly: "Of course someone is here to buy it, we'll sell it."

Hearing this, Pierre's eyelids twitched.

The transactions between Chihe tribe and Tiefeng County have always been specializing in buying and selling.

On the lion's territory, the blood wolf only does business with the white lion; on the wolf's territory, the white lion only does business with the blood wolf.

The little lion is threatening that if Winters Montane's side does not meet their requirements, the Akagawa tribe will look for new collaborators.

Winters kindly reminded: "The Terdun tribe only came once last year, and the Hurds are now hard to be welcomed in the new land."

The little lion was calm and composed: "On the grassland, there are wolves, horses, and lions naturally have lion paths."

Winters pondered for a moment and asked incisively: "Is your request or inform me?"

"How about the request?" Little Lion was unmoved: "So what about the advice?"

"If you request, you also need to hand it over to the Interim Supreme Committee for discussion and approval." Winters's eyes gathered into a needle, looking straight into the little lion's eyes, with a warning in his tone: "If it is a notification, I am very grateful to you for your advance notice."

The little lion held it for a while, but was defeated.

The little lion staggered his sight: "Just treat it as a request."

"I'm very grateful." Winters nodded and saluted: "I will reply to you as soon as possible."

After saying that, Winters signaled Pierre to see him off.

"Wait! There is one more thing!" The little lion shouted: "We should not allow the committee to give this matter permission. You will reply to me now!"

"Please say it." A hint of curiosity surged between Winters' eyebrows.

"There are many Huds on the Tanirian Islands." The little lion spoke quickly: "Aren't you a Venetta? Doesn't Venetta occupy half of the Tanirian Islands now..."

"It's three-fifths." Winters instinctively corrected.

"What?"

"It's okay, you keep going."

"No matter what, you should have some tricks in Venetta, right? My brother and I hope you can help us, redeeming the children of the tribes imprisoned in the archipelago and sending them back to the grassland..."

The little lion stared at Winters and said heavily: "Just like we help you send the Paratus who are wandering in the Great Wilderness back. Will you help us?"

Winters said "hmm".

This request that should be rejected the least today has made Winters difficult.

Seeing Winters' face, the little lion frowned and added: "The price is easy to say."

"It's not a matter of price." Winters smiled bitterly and explained sincerely, "Since I stepped onto the land of Paratu, I have only had a few few communications between me and my family in the sea. And with the current situation, I can't think of how to safely send people from Taniria back to Paratu. In contrast, redeeming people is simple..."

The little lion became more and more disappointed the more he heard, but he also saw that every word of Winters was true and did not lie.

He sighed heavily: "Then...then that's it."

"But I promise you." Winters grabbed the little lion's hand, looked into the little lion's eyes, and said word by word: "As long as conditions allow, I will do my best to bring those who have fallen into the Tanirian Islands back to my hometown."

Finally, he also added:

“No money is charged.”

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[after a while]

Pierre, who sent away the little lion, returned to the side tent, the first sentence was:

"It really fits the old saying, "Your Excellency, [to deal with the lion] will not end well."

"Business is, that's it." Although Winters had never done a serious business for a day, he still unconsciously put on the airs of the Venetta in front of Pierre and smiled faintly, "Now the White Lion takes the initiative. He pinched us. If I were given a chance, I would pinch the White Lion."

"What should we do?" Pierre asked unwillingly: "Can we just let the barbarians of the Akawa tribe control?"
To be continued...