Free Web NovelGarrett looked to the left and saw the White Horn King Bull lowering its huge head, gazing at him kindly.
To the right, several chiefs and high shamans of large tribes stood in a row, their old faces smiling like sunflowers—even though it was already night and sunflowers should have closed their blossoms by now.
Seeing their expressions, even if they had to catch a Level 15 magical beast, these people would immediately pounce, tie it up, and present it to him.
Garrett felt a warm feeling in his heart. Compared to the Eagle God's Kingdom, which was always scheming against him and holding Lynn to make things difficult for him, these natives were much more lovable.
Therefore, he felt even more obligated to not let them down.
He raised a smile and extended his hand, allowing the Ancient Vine Bird to hop into his palm. It flapped its wings twice, then suddenly flew to the ground, transforming into a giant bird over a meter tall.
Garrett calmed his mind and communicated with it using his mental power, searching through its stomach. The little bird opened its mouth and spat out a string of light balls. With a few pings and pangs, they fell to the ground, revealing box after box.
"These are my gifts to you," Garrett said, pointing at the boxes. The lids flew open, revealing bundles of various items.
The chief of the Red Hawk Tribe exclaimed, "There's no need for this—"
Halfway through his sentence, he bit his tongue hard, wincing in pain. Under the light of an illumination spell, dozens of packages were lined up, filled with various tools:
From long, thick needles for quilting to short, fine needles for sewing clothes, and rolls of sewing thread.
From large scissors with blades as long as a hand that could cut through hides, to small, delicate ones for trimming hair and nails.
Buttons made of wood, copper, and cow horn. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Machetes, axes, saws, and bundled saw blades.
A large iron pot filled with heavy square packages wrapped in dried rushes. Garrett used his Mage Hand to lift one and sent it to the chief, poking a hole in it.
White crystalline powder flowed out. The chief dipped his thick finger in it, tasted it, and his eyes widened immediately.
"Salt—"
And it was pure, non-bitter salt. Compared to the salt they exchanged for by traveling hundreds or thousands of miles to coastal tribes, the color and taste were far superior.
"This, this..."
The chief of the Red Hawk Tribe rubbed his hands together, his eyes glued to the large bundle of salt.
Salt, this was salt! Such a large pile of salt in their tribe could be exchanged for an entire bundle of furs, the kind a warrior would need all his strength to carry!
Not to mention the needles, scissors, knives, axes, and various tools they needed daily. They could manage without them, but having them made life much easier.
Just making a needle from bird bones, fish bones, cow horns, beast teeth, or long thorns took a lot of time and effort. A household often had only one needle, which they had to use very sparingly.
Garrett's bundle had at least a hundred of the thickest needles! And in the large bundle he laid out, there were dozens of needle packs stacked together.
"This, this is too generous..."
The three chiefs and several smaller chiefs, standing shoulder to shoulder, breathed heavily. They wanted to decline but couldn't bear to; they wanted to accept shamelessly but felt it was too valuable.
"We are friends," Garrett said, spreading his hands to stop them. These items were suggested by Mr. Baronessimo or purchased directly by him using Garrett's money.
The total value wasn't high, only dozens or hundreds of gold coins—thanks to Nevis's industrial capabilities. In comparison, the space they took up in his spatial equipment was more valuable.
If it weren't for Elder Tapros's gift of the Ancient Vine Bird, he wouldn't have considered bringing so many items; and ordinary merchants or less well-connected mages would have even less capacity to transport such goods over long distances.
If these goods were really sent here, their price would increase dozens of times from Nevis's base price, but Garrett didn't care about gold coins. The natives had already given him enough gold.
"You let me accept your gifts, so you must accept mine. What do you think? Will you take them? If not, I'll leave!"
"...We'll take them."
The chiefs gritted their teeth and shamelessly accepted the gifts. They really needed them, and these gifts touched their hearts.
This divine envoy was truly kind-hearted, bringing gifts tailored for them!
They called people over to carry the gifts to a communal tent for safekeeping. As for how to distribute them, they'd argue later to ensure fairness and that they didn't waste the divine envoy's goodwill.
With these gifts accepted, the chiefs' attitudes toward Garrett became even warmer. The Red Hawk Tribe's chief looked west and took a step forward, thumping his chest.
"Divine Envoy, you are our best friend! Our eternal friend!—Rest assured, those people from the Eagle God's Kingdom are petty and malicious. If they don't return your friend, we'll fight with you to the end!"
"Yes, and we will!"
"And us! The Black Panther Tribe's warriors will not retreat a single step!"
"And us!"
In the distance, pale golden figures flapped their wings and landed far away from the bonfire's light.
Several Golden Eagle Warriors listened to the distant noises, hearing the warriors' songs and laughter, and the chiefs' loud voices. Those festivities belonged to others and had nothing to do with them.
No one awaited them, no one invited them, and the native chiefs even discussed and excluded them behind their backs. Soon, the White Horn King's voice rumbled.
"I can't climb those high plateaus... but if they don't return your friend, they won't be allowed on my territory in the future!"
"Well said!"
"That's how to deal with them!"
"Those who treat their benefactors and comrades poorly and hold their friends captive are not to be befriended!"
The Golden Eagle Warriors looked at each other. After a while, the lead warrior whispered.
"Fortunately, we reported to the Eagle God..."
"Yes, let's hope they take our advice... and release the person. Negotiations will be easier then, won't they? After all, those White Ghosts are troublesome; the more allies, the better..."
Garrett didn't know that his plan to rescue Lynn would soon see a breakthrough. At this moment, he smiled and expressed his gratitude to the chiefs, high shamans, and the White Horn King. When asked if he had any other needs, he shook his head with a smile.
"Ah, everyone is so enthusiastic. You've already provided everything I didn't think of. I really don't need anything else for now. Maybe... when my other companions arrive, I'll ask them if they need anything? And Big Brother Lynn, he might have some needs too..."
"We've already sent people to fetch your companions!" The high shaman of the Red Hawk Tribe raised his arm. Garrett noticed a bird-shaped totem on his arm had disappeared. The high shaman explained with a smile.
"We've already notified the other side. The warriors escorting your companions should be ready by now. At the earliest, by tomorrow morning, or at the latest, by tomorrow night, you will see them."
The Red Hawk spirits, the souls accommodated by the Red Hawk God, had taken off after the battle ended. By now, the young shamans stationed with the cows and calves in the White Horn King's territory should have received the message...
If the divine envoy's entourage traveled overnight, they could arrive by morning; if they set out early in the morning, they could arrive by evening. By the time they discussed and prepared the gifts for the divine envoy, they would have arrived!
Garrett let out a breath and nodded heavily. He excused himself and returned to his place to watch and examine all the golden ornaments with Cirilla, unknowingly staying up late into the night. The next morning, before Bernard and the others arrived, several Golden Eagle Warriors came to find him.
"We prayed to the Eagle God at dawn and sent the message to the country. The oracle states that since we fought side by side, you are our friend, and there is no reason to hold your friend... Lord Lynn will be sent back soon."
Garrett let out a heavy breath. Thank goodness, thank goodness... He would finally see him, after all this time, Big Brother Lynn would finally be safe!
"When will he arrive?"
"Well... the journey from the Eagle God's Kingdom is long, even with Golden Eagle Warriors flying him here, it will take seven or eight days... the mountains are high and the forests dense, with many powerful beasts. We must ensure Lord Lynn's safety..."
The lead Golden Eagle Warrior reported cautiously. Seeing Garrett's indifferent expression, he sped up.
"Apart from escorting Lord Lynn, there will also be a batch of gifts. The Eagle God's people and the Serpent God's people will not treat our friends poorly. We will always remember what you have done for us! And also..."
"No need to say more," Garrett was already a bit impatient. He rose, waving his sleeves, and took a step outside before turning back to stare at them. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"Just bring Big Brother Lynn quickly; that's all that matters. As for anything else, requests or alliances, we'll talk after I've seen him and confirmed he's uninjured and healthy."
The Golden Eagle Warrior opened his mouth but, seeing Garrett ignoring him, quickened his pace.
"Then we will take our leave, returning to our country to rotate our forces... and send two more Golden Eagle Warriors here. The forces defending
against the White Ghosts at home are already too few..."
Garrett walked straight out without listening, leaving the Golden Eagle Warrior standing there, sighing silently.
Alas, to make this divine envoy willing to travel to the Eagle God's Kingdom, help them fight the White Ghosts, and fulfill his promise to aid their people against the plague—
They still had a long way to go!
Let's wait until Lord Lynn arrives... Without him, nothing can be discussed...
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