"I didn't expect you to really scare these guys, but to be honest, your negotiation skills are really bad." The monk said to Justinian.

Justinian glanced at Sergius and asked back, "So who told me before that these guys were friendly and hospitable? Negotiations that can convince people are good negotiations."

"But how can you be sure that the mountain people will recognize what you said, instead of being angry with you to cut us into pieces." Until now, Sergius is still frightened by Justinian's confrontation with the Albanians, but what he can't understand is that after Justinian's coaxing and deceiving operation, these mountain people actually believed that he agreed to enter the valley and received a grand reception.

Justinian replied calmly, "It's very simple, because they have no choice." Looking at the backs of the mountain people who led the way for them, he calmly confirmed his guess. "If you didn't deceive me before, there are three other clans of similar size in the valley except the Qingshigang tribe, which means that there must be at least six or seven hundred adults in each tribe. But you can see who they came out to "welcome" us, with only a few simple equipment, and those who hold them are half-aged children except Bogdani. Look at the tense attitudes between the elders of the four tribes who received us, which shows that these Albanians must be in some trouble."

"Then the trouble is--" the monk guessed something.

"The famine in winter." Justinian and Sergius looked at each other with understanding, "so each tribe is guarding against the movements of each other's tribes and is more alert to the arrival of people outside. It is probably not easy for them to fight for me in peacetime, but now it is different. Without food, they can't stand the famine, so they cannot refuse the conditions I gave." When Justinian was received outside the valley, he met the elders of the four clan tribes in the valley. When he met, he promised the Albanians that as long as the other party became

His mercenaries would settle them in a town afterwards. At first, the elders of Albania did not believe it. Although they had seen the world and knew the weight of the adopted son of the governor Molia, they still felt that Justinian was too young and was lying to them. So in front of everyone, Justinian took out a large bag of gold coins like magic and fell in front of the mountain people. This was the last "gift" of Alexe III in the ark of the covenant, as if the heavy weight of the gold coins had overwhelmed the last doubt in the hearts of the Albanians.

"But I'm curious if I didn't prepare to come in with you in advance, would I really explain here? Have you really been here before, monk?" Justinian looked at Sergius who brought him with some doubt.

Sergius shrugged and confessed: "Actually, I did come here twenty years ago, but I am a friend of the chief of the Limestone Tribe. I was also surprised to meet the people from the Qingshigang Tribe here."

"That's because the limestone tribe is gone. After the old chief died ten years ago, the tribe was divided into pieces, either annexed the surroundings or wandered out of the valley. We also migrated here later." Bogdani, a Albanian who had been silent, spoke at this time. It turned out that he was leading the way in front of him and was eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.

"So that's how it is." The monk sighed slightly. Time passed, and in just ten years, things here changed.

Bogdani turned his head and looked at Justinian, confirming again: "Does what you said really count, the people at the foot of the mountain?" Until now, he still couldn't believe that the other party could be so generous, but Justinian threw out the heavy gold coins in public and was so careless that he had to touch him-his tribe's food was almost exhausted.

"I always say what I say. After you have taken us to see the chiefs of various tribes, they have already recognized my identity, right? But are you really worth my choice for a battle?" Justinian said meaningfully, and this sentence undoubtedly stimulated the self-esteem of the mountain people.

Bogdani raised his head unruly and promised: "We are natural soldiers. As long as we do not fall into internal strife and kill each other, we are the best soldiers on the battlefield. Our tribe and several other tribes have as many brave men as many as 3,000. When necessary, our sisters, wives, daughters, and even the elderly can pick up weapons, provided that there is a person worthy of our loyalty."

"Then you are lucky to have found such a person."

"Don't be so arrogant, the people at the foot of the mountain. We just succumb to your gold coins."

"Then it won't be like this in the future."

The two of them finally walked to the depths of the valley with one word and another. Looking up, Justinian couldn't help but be surprised that there was a different kind of cave here. Compared to the cold mountains outside, the temperature in the valley was obviously much milder. It didn't matter if there were clan tribes of this size living here. However, in such a season, even the livable valleys are now inconsistent. The breeding population inevitably faced the problem of food shortage. The Albanians could not trade, so they had to go down the mountain to plunder the village, which made them famous for plundering bandits.

Entering the depths of the valley, Justinian and Sergius finally arrived at their final destination of the trip - a humble bush. At first glance, this place looked like a temple site used by primitive sacrificial priests. But Justinian knew that these mountain people had already converted to Orthodox religion, so the only purpose was to cover up. This is the treasure of the mountain people mentioned by monk Sergius, and the magical herb that can cure diseases and save people.

Justinian walked forward with curiosity and saw a small bush beside the stream in the valley. It was completely different from the dry and cold temperature outside. It was actually wet and warm. It turned out that the stream was actually a hot spring, but there was nothing strange here. As for this vegetation growing, it was hard to find it without careful observation. At first glance, the red layer of green layer, overlapping leaves were ordinary, and it didn't look like a magical elixir.

Just as Justinian was wondering what kind of plant this was in his mind, his eyes paused and observed it carefully for a moment. Suddenly, he realized something, showed a strange expression on his face.
Chapter completed!