In the camp of the Froststone tribe, tobacco has always been used to treat diseases and tribal sacrifices, and it has always been taken care of by Shaman Minnie.

Minnie was a little surprised when she heard that Todd wanted to get all the stored tobacco leaves.

In her opinion, apart from medicine and incense, only a few people like this pungent and fishy dry grass leaves as refreshing snacks, so they rarely come in handy. But the other party still agreed to Todd's request and promised to donate all the tobacco to him.

Todd followed Minnie to the forest outside the camp. Surrounded by flowers and shrubs, he saw a tangled root of a tree.

Minnie tapped on the root of the tree with her cane, and the plant, which looked sturdy and unshakable, suddenly sank down slowly, revealing a small hole for one person to pass through.

With a look of surprise on his face, Todd bent down and dived into the cave. Only then did he discover that the cave was connected to a naturally formed underground cavern, which made him unique.

Minnie walked forward for almost twenty meters, the wind in the cave was getting stronger and stronger, and finally she took Todd to a wide stone platform.

There are many shelves made of wood sticks on the stone platform, which are full of air-dried tobacco.

Todd looked at the shelf and didn't recover for a long while: "So much?!"

The old shaman Minnie smiled mysteriously and pointed her finger at the gap under the stone platform.

Todd knelt down and looked intently, taking a breath.

Below the stone platform, there are more than 20 well-sealed earthen jars.

"Are they all...?"

Minnie nodded: "Although many people don't like these bitter leaves, after they are dried, they are used for pain relief and refreshing. I have no hobbies during my years in Froststone. The only thing I like to do is Collect bitter leaves from different years."

Todd rubbed his hands in excitement, and said happily, "You did me a great favor! I originally thought that the stock of this kind of leaves in the tribe is very small, and it will take another year to plant for mass production... Look at it this way. Get up, the snuff production line can start construction directly!"

"Snuff?" Minnie sounded very interested in this new thing: "It sounds like something sucked through the nose."

"That's right, by processing these tobacco leaves into powder, and adding some attachments, you can directly use your nose to smoke." Having said that, Todd cast his eyes on the old shaman: "Minnie, I plan to let you take responsibility. How about making snuff?"

"Me?" The old woman sounded quite surprised: "I am a shaman of the tribe. Let young people do this kind of thing."

Todd shook his head and said: "Because you are a tribal shaman, no one is more suitable for this post in the research of plants and herbs. Don't worry, although I can't remember all the recipes for making snuff, but some basic The production process is still known, which will help you complete the trial work of snuff as soon as possible."

Minnie still looked hesitant.

"After the snuff is made, I allow you to withdraw the share for your own use first!"

After hearing Todd's words, Minnie smiled on her wrinkled face for the first time.

After deciding on the person in charge of snuff production, Todd returned to the camp in a particularly comfortable mood, planning to take some time to look at the camp's defense facilities.

Before he could take a few steps, a quarrel caught his attention.

Two tribal leaders, with fighters from their respective tribes, stood on both sides, facing each other.

"You greedy bastards! As I said, the grassland east of the Stone of Broken Wood is where our tribe grazes!" A tall and thin tribal leader turned toward another short and chubby man. The leader yelled like this.

The other person was not to be outdone: "Despicable and shameless guy! What you say is as stinky as your fart! Why do you say that that piece of grass is only allowed to graze?!"

"In my tribe, five fighters participated in the battle of Froststone's defense. Two of them were lost because of this battle! Given the credit, we should naturally have the right to graze the land!" The tall and thin collar patted his chest and said proudly.

Another person immediately objected: "Our tribe followed Fried, braved the biting cold wind, across mountains and ridges, and transported countless weapons and armors from the far south. Our tribe lost four sledges for this, and also Seven people died! How dare you compare credit to me here?!"

The two tribes went from quarreling, quickly rising to pushing and pushing, and finally to fighting.

Fortunately, Casper arrived in time with soldiers to maintain order, separated the two tribes, and prevented an infighting that might expand.

Seeing from the beginning to the end, with full of doubts, Todd found Ackerman, who was busy distributing supplies in the camp, and asked him about the tribal conflict.

When it comes to this matter, Ackerman has a lot of bitterness to pour.

"Boss! Don't you know how difficult this group of tribal leaders is!" Ackerman pointed to the piles of materials, and sighed: "When fighting, facing the enemy, this group of people can still be united. But when the enemy retreated, they began to seek benefits for their tribes."

Ackerman held his finger and counted: "Equipment, water sources, pasture and even the order of seats can all be reasons for struggle between tribes."

After hearing Ackerman's complaint, Todd returned to the small building, worried.

Rachel, who was directing the barbarians to repair the hole in the wall, saw Todd's expression when he returned, and confessed a few words to Deirdre, walked up to the second floor, and waited quietly at the top of the stairs.

After a while, Todd walked up the stairs and saw Rachel, who was so free, and said with a wry smile: "You should have guessed what I want to say..."

"Now you should know that what I said was not a lie, right?" Rachel shook his head lightly and said blankly: "The situation of the Froststone tribe is far more complicated than that of Muxicheng."

Rachel walked into the bedroom on the second floor and poured a cup of snake fruit tea for himself and Todd. He opened his mouth and pointed out the crux of the matter: "The biggest problem at Froststone Camp right now is that these tribes have no concept of a country at all. "

"From the perspective of the leaders of those tribes, the relationship between each other is cooperation and alliance. Even with your nominal leader, they will still put the interests of the tribe first." Rachel lightly Take a sip of snake fruit tea: "When foreign enemies invade, they may still be able to fight side by side, but once the pressure from the outside world disappears, in order to fight for the spoils, there will be endless quarrels."

Todd sat across from Rachel: "This may be the reason why the southern barbarians have not had a country for thousands of years."

Rachel put the tea cup down, nodded and added: "The southern barbarians follow the teachings of the gods. Between tribes and tribes, there are few endless iron and blood methods. s reason."

Todd then asked: "According to what you mean, if you want to integrate these tribes into one country, you must use iron and blood pressure?"

Rachel gently drew a circle around the mouth of the cup with his fingers: "The founding king of Ulster used the hatred between several tribes to provoke them to kill each other, and through a false peace talks, they will come to participate. All the leaders of the guild were massacred, and eventually the tribal system was completely destroyed and the establishment of the country was completed."

Todd shook his head slightly and said, "I have also read the history you mentioned, but the premise is that the Ulster tribe at that time was already the most powerful force in the Northern Territory. The monarch can completely ignore foreign enemies and achieve strangulation through internal friction. The purpose of the tribal leader. But don’t forget, the Froststone Camp is different here. There are two powerful enemies in front of us, Ulster and Connaught. If internal friction at this time, although it may eventually destroy the tribe and establish a kingdom, But it will also give our enemies a chance to take advantage of it."

Rachel pretended to listen with a respectful voice: "If the iron-blooded method is not effective, how can we integrate so many tribes into one country?"

Todd raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Rachel picked up the tea cup again, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said casually: "I heard those barbarians call you a demigod..."

Todd explained: "Yes, this title comes from the legend of the North, saying that it is human beings who can transform into giant beasts, children of gods and mortals...Wait a minute, demigods...?"

Rachel glanced at Todd and said nothing.

Todd stood up ~lightnovelpub.net~ and circled the room twice, and finally hesitated to Rachel: "I thought of a way, but it's a bit..."

The latter laughed: "When you founded the Knights of the West, you were respected as a holy son by the believers. It stands to reason that you should be very experienced on the path of the Holy Spirit. Why are you hesitating at this time? "

Todd was a little embarrassed: "It seems you have thought of it a long time ago."

"Not only did I think of using the method of God descending to integrate all the tribes and build a barbarian kingdom." Rachel straightened up and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "I found an assistant early to help you build the descendant of the gods. The stage of faith in the world."

"Who?"

"Deirdre."

　　

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