After finding Spark at Everit's home, the Langke tribe who dreams of becoming a diplomat did not disappoint He Feng's expectations. He was indeed proficient in the language of the human race.

"This is the thing. I hope to recruit a Centaur tribe, so I hope you can help me communicate with them." He Feng said, smacking his lips: "But I am hostile to them now, so it may be a bit dangerous to enter their camp, but don't worry, I will do my best to ensure your safety."

"If I can help you, of course I do." Spark nodded.

"That's great, thank you." He Feng said holding Spark's hand.

"Friends should help each other, don't they?" Spark smiled.

At this time, Everit, who was standing at the door, spoke, "How could you have the idea of ​​recruiting the Centaur tribe? Those muscular guys have a bad brain."

"It is because they are not good at using their brains that I want to recruit them." He Feng replied.

"A bad brain doesn't mean it's easy to control." Everit smiled, "It also means it's easy to get into trouble."

"That's true, but I will find a way to look forward to them." He Feng nodded, "Of course, I have to successfully convince them first."

"Then you try it. If it fails, remember to blow the whistle." Everit said and opened the door.

If Everit didn't say it, He Feng would have forgotten the black whistle that Everit gave him before the war, and even told him not to blow when he was absolutely necessary.

"I will." He Feng stood up and said.

Then He Feng took Spark and rode Torres on his way back to the famine plains and returned to the camp of the dog-headed man.

"I'll go in and talk to someone. You can wait for me outside for a while." He Feng jumped off the horse and said to Spark.

"Okay." Spark nodded.

The reason why He Feng returned to this temporary camping site was because he wanted to talk to Tim about something, so after inquiring about several patrol soldiers, he found Tim's temporary residence.

"Yan, why are you here?" Tim asked happily when he saw He Feng walk into the tent.

"I want to discuss some things with President Tim." He Feng went straight to the point.

Tim smiled even brighter after hearing this, "I like you to come to me to discuss things because I always get benefits, tell me."

"That's right. The competition for this clearance operation has almost come to an end. The final centaur tribe and the trolls will become the key to victory or defeat." He Feng paused after saying that, and sat opposite Tim and continued: "And I want to try to communicate with the centaur tribes and let them leave this famine plain by themselves. If it can be successful, we will definitely be the winners."

Tim was shocked after hearing this, then put away his surprised expression and said, "If someone else said these words, I would definitely laugh at them for being stupid, but if it were you, I would think everything is possible. I am really curious about what method to use to get the Centaur tribe to take the initiative to leave the plain."

"As you can see, this famine plain is not suitable for living, even for centaurs. There is a lot of water and food here, so if I can recommend a place with a better environment, I believe it will attract the interest of centaurs." He Feng said slowly.

"Then what can I help?" Tim asked.

"After all, it is to let the Centaur migrate tribes, and it is definitely not enough to just recommend a good place." He Feng rubbed his fingers, "It also needs the benefits of making them excited. President Tim must be asked for help in this. I hope I can advance the rewards for this mission in advance, and borrow some money and convenience from President Tim."

After hearing He Feng's words, Tim laughed a few times: "Haha, Yan, you're so polite. After all, if you can only persuade the Centaur tribe to leave, that would have helped me a lot. Of course, I have no choice but to do so if you need help, I just don't know what the convenience you mean?"

"Food and some things that the human race may need." He Feng replied.

"Then how many benefits do you think can satisfy the Centaur's appetite?" Tim asked again.

"I have to talk to the Centaur tribe before I know it," He Feng said and touched his chin. "If I think the conditions for the Centaur tribe are too outrageous, then I will cancel this plan myself."

"Okay, then you can do it boldly. As long as the conditions are reasonable, I will definitely help you." Tim said decisively.

"Then I will thank President Tim first." He Feng stood up and said.

"What are you polite to me? I will let Longfellow go back and mobilize the resources in the Chamber of Commerce now. Whenever you have an agreement, I will let Longfellow deliver what you need immediately." Tim Haomai said.

"Okay, then I'll go there now." He Feng turned around and left the tent after saying that.

After leaving the tent, He Feng smiled. Tim was still as cheerful as ever, but it also contained a little bit of businessman's shrewdness. He didn't say very clearly whether he paid for investment or lending money to himself. The reason should be that he had to see the conditions and results of the people and horses to make a weighing.

However, this is also human nature, so He Feng didn't care. He decisively turned over and took Spark to the entrance of the Centaur camp.

As soon as Toris stopped, the two centaur guards at the camp gate immediately rushed over with two big axes. Just as He Feng was about to pull out the underworld thunder to block it, Spark said a lot of language that he couldn't understand, and the two centaur guards stopped.

As the two centaur guards stopped, Spark took the opportunity to take off his horse and walked up to say a few more words to them. The two centaur guards also replied a few words and started a smooth communication.

Finally, when two centaur guards nodded at the same time, Spark turned his head and said to He Feng on the horse's back: "We can go in."

"Ah... OK." He Feng nodded for a moment, then turned over and got off the horse's back. "What did you say to them?" He Feng walked to Spark and asked quietly.

"Expressing that we have no malice and want to talk to them." Spark replied.

He Feng widened his eyes after hearing this, "It's that simple?"

"Yes, most Centaurs don't hate communicating with other races." Spark replied with a smile.

"It's really an accident... I thought they only like to communicate with other races with axes." He Feng shrugged after saying that.
Chapter completed!