I'm not a lord

Chapter 253 Bringing Talent to Baihe Territory
Imagine a beautiful woman suddenly appearing at your bedside late at night, asking you to keep quiet—it sounds like a wonderful thing that could easily spark your imagination.

But old Hafdan only felt a bone-chilling cold.

He lay in bed, afraid to move at all, and could even hear the pounding of his own heart.

His mind raced as he tried to analyze the situation before him.

He could understand the individual words 'Rift Valley Tribe, Goddess of War, Midnight Raid, Earl of Shirakawa, Service', but when they were put together, he was completely baffled.

What the hell?

"Did you understand? Don't make a sound, or you won't be able to bear the consequences." Karula still covered his mouth, her icy threat seemingly seeping into his bones.

Old Hafdan struggled to turn his eyes and could glimpse the dark blue hair of his sleeping wife beside him. She was fast asleep, and even her soft snores sounded sweet.

Although he still didn't understand what had happened, he could only obediently nod.

Judging from the current situation, the female warrior of the Rift Valley Tribe should not harm his life.

"Don't be nervous, it's fine." Karula said as she slowly released her grip.

Old Hafdan greedily took a few breaths of fresh air, then stared intently at the female war goddess standing beside his bed, and asked in a low voice with suspicion, "Are you really the war goddess worshipped by the Rift Valley Tribe?"

Carula asked softly, "What do you think?"

"Then why do you want to"

Before old Hafdan could finish speaking, Karula impatiently interrupted, "I want to serve Earl White River, it's that simple. If he can accept your two tribes, he can naturally accept the Rift Valley tribe, and he can accept me too."

Carla's logic is simple and clear.

Old Hafdan understood now; it turned out he, like Hafdan, had come to surrender.

Is it shameful for a commoner to surrender to Earl Shirakawa?

That is certainly somewhat shameful.

In any case, it was the Rui people from the south who occupied the homeland of the barbarians, and Count Shirakawa was also a Rui person.

But almost two hundred years have passed since then, and the people of the wilderness must look to the future.

Even the deepest blood feuds will gradually fade with time.

The people of the wilderness had no written language, and the long-standing hatred could not be passed down from generation to generation.

Moreover, the people of the wilderness were not united; they fought each other even more fiercely after fleeing to the wilderness.

If we're really talking about hatred, the hatred accumulated over many years of struggle between different tribes is actually deeper.

Old Hafdan didn't care about the past. As the chieftain, he only wanted his people to have enough to eat and didn't want to see any more of his people die of hunger and cold in the winter.

Is this also wrong?
Earl of Shirakawa was undoubtedly tolerant and gentle towards the deserters; as long as they were willing to work, it was not difficult for them to fill their stomachs and wear warm clothes.

Those who arrived a year earlier in the lowlands are now able to be allocated arable land and live a prosperous life.

If Gaoya tribe continues to persevere, they will surely usher in a brighter future.

Old Hafdan, lying in bed, replied, "I need the Earl's permission before I can take you to see him."

"That's no problem, but we need to do it as soon as possible." A smile appeared on Karula's face, and her icy killing intent quickly subsided like a receding tide.

She could hear the sincerity in old Hafdan's words.

"We'll set off at dawn tomorrow, and we'll see the Earl this afternoon." Old Hafdan had no intention of playing any tricks.

If he could truly persuade the War Goddess of the Rift Valley to surrender to the Earl, it would be a great achievement.

The Earl always rewards merit, and Hafdan will surely receive a generous reward; the treatment of the entire High Cliff tribe might even be improved.

Only by investing first can we encourage others to invest later, so that all the people in the wasteland can live a prosperous life.

Thinking of this, old Hafdan suddenly asked, "By the way, can you ride a horse?"

Horses do exist in the wasteland, but their numbers are extremely small, and only a few tribal leaders are qualified to ride them.

“I’m no slower walking than riding a horse.” With that, Karula took a few steps back, found a chair, and sat down. “You can continue sleeping; I’ll wait for you until dawn.”

Old Hafdan smirked when he heard this. With a living war god sitting next to him, how could he possibly feel sleepy now?

"Does Augusta know about this? Did you come with those six hundred men?" He straightened up and asked in quick succession.

“Augusta wants me to assassinate Count Shirakawa, but I’m not willing,” Carlo’s answer was simple.

But old Hafdan was able to extract a huge amount of useful information from it.

However, the most important logical link was missing. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Then why would you want to serve the Earl?"

As far as he knew, Augusta, the chieftain of the Rift Valley tribe, was an absolute hardliner who advocated unifying the wastelands and returning to their homeland.

Based on general rationality, the God of War who charged into battle for Augusta was most likely a hardliner.

"The wasteland people are too weak to win against White River Territory. I see that you are living quite well in White River Territory, much better than in the wasteland. The struggle between the two sides is meaningless."

Karula's words were spoken purely from an outsider's perspective.

After all, she wasn't originally a member of the wilderness.

Initially, she came to the south with the idea of ​​broadening her horizons, and accepted the task given to her by Augusta, the chieftain of the Rift Valley tribe.

As far back as she can remember, she has never left the ice and snow of the North.

She was already tired of the desolate landscape; she felt it was time to change her surroundings and live a different life. As for whether or not to carry out the mission to assassinate Lynn, that was entirely up to her personal preference.

If, as Augusta says, White River Territory is a promised land overflowing with fine wine, then she could help Augusta kill Lynn and seize this rich territory.

Karula hated troublesome things and never even considered replacing Augusta as ruler of the Rift Valley, even if she had the ability to do so.

In her eyes, Augusta was obedient enough, at least he could continuously provide her with precious oat wine.

Considering the hard work the Rift Valley tribes put into planting and brewing wine every year, she was willing to reluctantly help them with this favor.

Of course, this is on the premise that the difficulty of assassinating Lynn is relatively low, and the overall strength of White River Territory cannot be stronger than that of Rift Valley Territory.

When they arrived in the south, good heavens, Karula discovered that the White River Territory was almost enough to fight ten Rift Valley Tribes.

The thousand fully armed elite soldiers stationed in Baihe County alone would be enough to crush, flatten, and crush the Rift Valley again.

These two forces are not even in the same league.

If they really fought, it would probably be like Carula fighting Augusta—one punch and she'd be crushed.

While Augusta coveted White River Territory, Lynn also wanted to wipe out the major tribes in the wasteland in one fell swoop.

By eavesdropping on Lynn's conversation with the two clan leaders, Karula even learned that Lynn planned to lure Augusta into a trap by feigning weakness.

This truly proves the saying: the real hunter often appears as the prey.

During her investigation, Karula also seriously considered the feasibility of assassination, and the answer was that it was completely impossible.

Thanks to her racial characteristics, she can assess strength based on the unique aura emitted by humans, animals, or magical beasts.

According to her calculations, in a one-on-one fight, neither she nor Lynn could defeat the other.

Moreover, Lynn was never alone; this nobleman from the South was always accompanied by dozens of fully armed guards.

Each of these guards, taken individually, would be a top-tier warrior in the Rift Valley.

With these people protecting her, Karula had a hard time even getting close to Lynn, let alone assassinating him.

Unlike now, she can treat old Hafdan's house like her own backyard, coming and going as she pleases, drinking whenever she wants.

As for using a bow to snipe Lynn from a distance, that's even more impossible.

The bone bow that Karula brought was enormous and indeed very powerful, but if it were actually revealed, it would be a living target.

Taking into account various factors, she believed that she should serve Lynn and planned to approach Lynn by disguising herself as a wildling so as not to expose her true identity.

If you can't beat it, just join.

As she said before, Lynn accepted both of the two great barbarian tribes and was even willing to marry a barbarian woman. What's wrong with accepting her, a barbarian war god who sincerely pledged allegiance to him?
The main reason is that Baihe territory is indeed wealthy, able to reward soldiers with whole cartloads of fine wine.

Karula was really craving it the night of the bonfire party.

However, the military camp was too heavily guarded, with sentries and torches everywhere, and even late into the night she could not find an opportunity to sneak into the camp.

She didn't want to be Lynn's enemy, so she didn't choose to force her way in.

To demonstrate her worth, Karula added, "I am willing to fight for Earl White River and persuade some of the Rift Valley tribes to serve him."

It was a difficult decision, but after careful consideration, Karula decided to bring her talents to the White River Territory.

As for Augusta, the chieftain of the Rift Valley tribe, well, we can only wish him good luck.

To appease Karula, old Hafdan emphasized, "I understand. As long as you are willing to offer enough loyalty and ability, you can get everything you want from the Earl."

"Everything? I hope so." Karula smiled slightly as she sat in her chair.

She was already fantasizing about filling the huge bathtub with fine wine, and that she would linger in the intoxicating fragrance, enjoying an endless supply of wine while soaking in the tub.

Karula's needs were simple; she only wanted to satisfy her thirst for alcohol.

Isn't it good to live simply for your desires?

At this moment, old Hafdan's wife had already woken up and scratched her husband's palm with her hand.

Old Hafdan simply patted his wife's wrist, signaling her to continue pretending to be asleep.

Before dawn, he secretly headed south from the salt mine with three trusted confidants and Karula, and strictly ordered the few who knew the truth to keep quiet.

Karula refused the fine mount offered by old Hafdan. Dressed in a light white animal skin coat and carrying a terrifying large bone bow, she strode with her long, strong legs and ran just as fast as a horse!

That afternoon, the group arrived in Bai Xiong County.

Carula ran a full 60 kilometers and was only slightly out of breath when she arrived at her destination, still looking completely at ease.

Old Hafdan was completely convinced by this female warrior. He even wondered: Is this woman really human? There has never been such a fierce woman in the history of the Wildlings. She is even more ruthless than the legends!

The residents of Shirokuma Prefecture were already used to the presence of the Wastes, and only some children playing along the roadside showed great interest in the bone bow on Karula's back.

Old Hafdan scolded and chased away the nosy children, then reminded them, "Don't be nervous when you see the Earl. He is kind and gentle, and I have already sent someone to inform him in advance. You just need to repeat what he told me."

He was afraid that Carula might suddenly attack and hurt someone, and he wouldn't be able to explain it to Lynn.

But as it turns out, the Earl was not always kind and gentle.

From the moment he stepped into the castle, old Hafdan could sense a distinctly menacing aura emanating from the guards lining the road.

(End of this chapter)