Chapter 445
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Chapter 445: That’s the Reason
Harold wasn’t a fool either.
At this moment, he clearly realized this point.
To negotiate, you first had to have the qualifications to do so.
And now that their very lives were in the hands of those southerners, what did they have left to negotiate with?
However, Hill didn’t seem to think so.
After speaking, a flicker of contemplation flashed in her ice-blue eyes…
“It’s not entirely impossible to negotiate…”
As she murmured to herself, the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance made both of them stop talking simultaneously.
The person walking towards them was a young man dressed in a sackcloth.
If one had to describe anything distinctive about this young man, it would be his yellowish-brown hair.
Among the barbarians of the Bitter Cold Land, the ethnic groups were quite mixed.
There were people like Jie Zichuan, with black hair and black eyes, who looked almost identical to Central Plains people.
There were also people like Harold, with red hair and a big beard. Or people like Hill, with blue eyes.
In comparison, those with yellowish-brown hair were relatively more common.
The young man in sackcloth walked in and looked at Hill and Harold, who were now behind bars, a sneer curling at his lips.
These two, he recalled, used to be so high and mighty, mere words from them could decide the survival of their low-ranking tribes!
He thought of their past haughty demeanor and then looked at their present state.
A strong sense of satisfaction immediately welled up in the young man’s heart…
“So what if you two were the great tribes? In the end, didn’t you still fall to the army of our Myriad World Civilization?”
After a period of living a comfortable life, the young man, who now considered himself a member of Myriad World Civilization, spoke these words in the barbarian tongue with disdain.
Unexpectedly, before he even finished, he noticed Harold in the cell staring intently at him with his brownish-red eyes!
Harold, as the Chief of the Ice Bear Tribe, had, after all, long held a position of intimidating authority.
Now, with just that glare, the young man in sackcloth immediately panicked, his steps unconsciously retreating two steps.
The young man then regained his composure, his face turning ugly as he cursed himself for being so useless.
But he made no further moves.
After all, the prison guards weren’t just for show.
Before the Emperor gave an order, even a prisoner couldn’t be randomly bullied by him.
He simply placed the two steamed buns and two cups of clear water outside the cell, then quickly walked out of the prison without looking back.
Watching the young man in sackcloth disappear, Harold, leaning against the cell bars, immediately curled his lips.
“I never thought our northern tribes would produce such a character!”
“You should look at it from a different perspective.”
Hill’s emotions were clearly not as resentful as Harold’s.
Her ice-blue eyes fell upon the steamed bun outside the cell.
Her heart was filled with curiosity about the things in Luo Ji’s Myriad World Civilization.
She had never seen such white, fluffy objects in the Bitter Cold Land before.
Slowly approaching a few steps, Hill reached her hand through the cell bars and picked up the steamed bun.
The weather outside was cold, so it must have cooled down significantly on its way here.
But when she took it, it still felt warm to the touch.
She instinctively squeezed it, and it was soft.
This made Hill feel a renewed sense of novelty.
After all, in their Bitter Cold Land, most things were cold and hard.
“This, it should be food, right?”
“Should be.”
As he spoke, Harold also stepped up.
Compared to the steamed bun, he was clearly more concerned about Hill’s earlier words.
“You said I should look at it from a different perspective; what exactly did you mean?”
Hill ignored him.
Instead, she pulled down the animal hide covering most of her face, then brought the steamed bun to her nose and sniffed it.
The steamed bun emitted a peculiar scent.
She didn’t know how to describe it well. But upon smelling this scent, her stomach immediately began to groan painfully.
Since their lives were already in the opponent’s hands, Hill wasn’t worried that they would tamper with the food.
She opened her mouth and took a big bite.
The moment the steamed bun entered her mouth, its fluffy and soft texture made her eyes light up.
Chewing quickly, aside from the texture that truly surprised Hill, the steamed bun initially had no distinct flavor.
But as she chewed, she inexplicably tasted a faint sweetness.
Hill’s quick eating of the steamed bun inexplicably stirred the gluttony in Harold’s stomach.
He wasn’t particularly hungry himself, but as he watched, he became hungry. It was like yawning; sometimes hunger was contagious.
He grabbed his own steamed bun.
After one bite, Harold’s eyebrows immediately twitched.
This soft texture was simply incredible for them, who were used to gnawing on cold, hard food.
Harold finished the steamed bun in two bites and leaned back in the cell, his face full of satisfaction.
Seeing this scene, Hill glanced at him, then spoke faintly.
“That’s the reason.”
“What?”
Harold looked bewildered, completely misunderstanding Hill’s meaning.
“That man earlier, he was originally from our northern tribes, but now he’s fiercely loyal to the southerners, even completely considering himself a southerner. That’s the reason.”
As she spoke, Hill held up the last bite of the steamed bun in her hand, then unhurriedly spoke again.
“While the southerners are powerful, they also make their lives better. They don’t have to endure the oppression of wind and snow, and they can eat food like this. If it were you, would you be loyal?”
“This…”
Facing Hill’s rhetorical question, Harold felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
His expression was full of discomfort and internal struggle.
Finally, he simply stopped speaking, closing his eyes and leaning against the cell bars in silence.
After a long time, Harold, not seeing Hill actively engage him, felt a twist in his heart from all the confusion.
Finally, he quietly opened his eyes just a slit and secretly glanced over at Hill.
He then saw Hill seriously examining the vessel that held the water.
Harold couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
“Is this really the time to study this? Do you even have a plan?”
Hill glanced at the agitated Harold, and her calm, cold voice sounded again.
“As for a plan, I have one.”
Hearing this, Harold’s spirits immediately lifted.
“What plan?”
“Negotiate.”
“Ne-negotiate?”
Upon receiving this answer, Harold felt his head swell several sizes!
“How can we negotiate? Our lives are already in their hands, and most of our tribal warriors have been captured. How can we negotiate with those southerners?”
Facing the somewhat agitated Harold, Hill’s voice remained calm.
“Of course, with what they want.”
