Chapter 1566: Chapter 82: Are These Betrothal Gifts Enough?

"Heh... allocate a quarter of the River Domain rights to the White Armor Tribe, provide rest areas twice the size of what the White Armor Tribe has, two hundred sets of Red Stone Hunting Crossbows, half a ton of Meteorite Gold, and one ton of salt..."

The calm voice echoed within the large tent.

Sitting on the beast bone chair, Isaiah grinned slightly, "Quite tempting, what’s the next condition? Go on, don’t tell me this is sincerely and unconditionally your compensation. You Red Stone Clan people always like saying half and hiding half during negotiations, really not likable."

Edgeworth stroked his beard, smiling as he said, "Incorporate under the jurisdiction of the Red Stone Alliance, the White Armor Tribe’s sequence will be confirmed as second, with the authority to dispatch warriors from the remaining 13 tribes of the Red Stone Alliance."

Having said this, Edgeworth glanced at the reactions of those around, a determined smile flickering in his eyes.

This condition is enough to drive countless people crazy.

Joining the Red Stone Alliance would instantly secure the second seat in trade, elevating the entire tribe’s living standards to the top level of this grassland.

With such a great temptation, he didn’t believe these impoverished White Armor people could refuse.

However, Isaiah continued to sit there casually, raising his eyelids with a scrutinizing look, "If you have something to say, finish it, otherwise, I might have to ask you to leave."

Upon hearing this impolite language, a glimpse of coldness flashed in Edgeworth’s eyes, yet it was flawlessly concealed by his feigned smile.

"Hahaha, this time Isaiah Clan Leader has really underestimated our sincerity. These aren’t the conditions we’re discussing!"

As Edgeworth’s confident words came out, the breathing of the more than ten people standing on both sides of the tent simultaneously quickened.

Could it be that the Red Stone Tribe really came with sincerity?

Then, amidst Isaiah’s indifferent expression, Edgeworth smiled and looked at the girl standing on Isaiah’s left, gently bowing, fully displaying the etiquette of an envoy.

"Wise and charming White Armor Clan Goddess, these are merely half of the bride price our Young Clan Chief Izewende offers for marrying you, as for the other half of the bride price..."

"Scoundrels!!"

A furious roar suddenly erupted from Isaiah’s right side.

A fierce figure suddenly flashed out, with a howling wind rushing towards the black-robed Elder Edgeworth.

However, at this moment, the Black Water Clan Elder Kemmler, who had been quietly resting nearby, abruptly twisted his body, instantly appearing in front of Edgeworth.

His arm wrapped in Fish Skin Armor shot out like a venomous snake.

Boom!

A storm arose out of nowhere inside the large tent.

The ground where the two figures intersected instantly caved in by more than three meters in diameter.

Edgeworth stood motionless, his face calm, while his red robe was stirred by the gusts.

Alva’s handsome yet rugged face was now full of ferocity.

"You bunch of scoundrels, how dare you still covet our White Armor Clan Goddess."

"Kemmler, let go of your hand, today this is a grudge between the White Armor and the Red Stone Tribes! Don’t force me to hurt you."

"Today our Black Water Clan is here as witnesses. If I allow you to take action today, then our Black Water Clan as the witness and guarantor will be scorned by everyone. Besides, being able to confront Alva, the strongest hunter of the White Armor Tribe, has been my lifelong wish."

The middle-aged man in Fish Skin Armor said with a smile.

"Alva!"

With a loud thud, Isaiah barked, "Return!"

"Clan Leader!" Alva turned his head, his gaze full of anger and confusion.

However, after Isaiah gently nodded, Alva snorted coldly and finally withdrew his fist.

Kemmler likewise withdrew his hand with a smile.

At this moment, his hand opened and closed, revealing a palm almost twice the normal size, with large scale-like webbing between the fingers.

The Black Water people are a race that grew up in the rivers, possessing strange, devious, and vicious attack methods.

They have utilized the River Domain Palm Vine unique to their tribe to the extreme.

The enormous Vine Armor Palm Guard in the palm had blocked Alva’s fierce punch.

Alva’s teeth were grinding audibly, unwillingly walking towards Isaiah, his sharp and handsome face now directly facing the girl.

These Red Stone Tribe people deserved to die, for they dared to covet the girl he admired.

"Now you can speak about the other half of the bride price proposed by our Young Chief Izewende, a palace built entirely for the Goddess, will be located at the very center of the Red Stone Tribe."

"With this relationship, the connection between the Red Stone Tribe and the White Armor Tribe will be unprecedentedly close."

After saying this, Edgeworth quietly watched Isaiah, constantly assessing the state of the White Armor Clan Leader in his mind.

He didn’t believe the poison applied on the crossbows could be entirely ineffective.

All the probing waited for Isaiah to show vulnerability.

Although thus far, Isaiah’s behavior had been impeccably calm.

But he was too calm.

The earlier scene should not have been initiated by Alva.

With Isaiah’s lion-like demeanor, he would have likely been unable to hold back in the past.

It was time to add more fuel to the fire.

"Doesn’t the Isaiah Clan Leader consider your people’s situation?"

"With such a small population in the White Armor Tribe..."

"Can they afford it?"

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene instantly turned ice cold.

Edgeworth raised his head at this moment, and after a brief respectful bow, he began to scrutinize the girl with an appraising look.

On the grassland, a frail woman is merely an accessory to men, not worth even a fraction of the bride price.

But her wisdom was something other women lacked.

Such treasures shouldn’t belong to the White Armor Tribe.

"Edgeworth, after you leave, I’ll give you a three hundred meter head start to escape."

Isaiah’s hand caressed the enormous Bone Ball on his chair, speaking word by word.

"Threatening the White Armor Clan with death, do you know what you’re doing? If threats worked, our tribe would have been extinct for hundreds of years."

"Hey, of course I know, Clan Leader Isaiah." Edgeworth’s smile slowly disappeared.

Isaiah hadn’t made a move yet...

Perhaps his speculation was approaching the truth.

Isaiah might no longer have the strength to act.

The next step would be the final test.

But at this moment, nobody expected that the slender figure, standing quietly at Isaiah’s side, suddenly moved.

The girl gazed calmly and resolutely, taking a gentle step forward.

Her slender legs moved with an indescribable elegance and nobility.

"Teacher Wang!"

"Miss Nuonuo."

A restrained low murmur came from the White Armor Tribe’s side.

"From beginning to end, you’ve been explaining the quantity and value of these bride prices to me."

The girl’s sudden words instantly dispersed the strange atmosphere in the tent, drawing everyone’s attention.

"But why, when it comes to the final decision, do you consult the White Armor Clan’s leader and not me?"

"Charming and wise Goddess, now I, Elder Edgeworth of the Red Stone Tribe, formally ask you, are you willing to marry our Young Clan Chief?"

"No, Elder, your question is incorrect." The girl stood still, softly reminding, her voice crisp.

"Oh? How should I ask?"

When the girl stood up, Edgeworth felt the situation in the field slipping out of control bit by bit with just a few words.

"Shouldn’t you be asking whether these bride prices... are enough?"

The girl’s voice carried no fluctuations as she spoke.

At this moment, her momentum in this verbal exchange suddenly suppressed the entire scene.