Seeing that Lute didn't speak, Goatee repeated what he said to Zhou Jing, and said tremblingly:

"...I didn't tell the alien hunter the real situation. I made him believe that it was just a matter of reselling the potion inventory, that it was just a matter of money, and that he blamed me for everything. I used this reason to bet that he would

I brought it to you to handle, so I can come back alive now and inform you of the situation."

"You react too quickly."

Root was noncommittal.

Goatee hurriedly said: "I have made assumptions in advance and thought up the reasons... I have already stabilized the hunter."

Hearing this, Root snorted coldly: "You still want to claim credit from me? If you were caught, you have already made a mistake."

"Don't dare." Goatee quickly lowered his head.

Lute said in a deep voice: "Not only were you caught and exposed, but you also intervened in the hunter's potion business without telling me... I said, don't touch the hunter's potion. It seems that you have become brave and you really dare to make a profit behind my back.

Did the blood relatives of other tribes who were deployed also do it?"

"I, I don't know." Goatee trembled.

Root slapped him in the face and shouted:

"Don't forget, why did the tribe and I ask you to do this kind of thing? You really have the idea of ​​​​making money, are you confused? Are you also withholding the supplies that are secretly transported back to the tribe every year?"

"No! I don't! I don't dare!" Goatee defended in horror: "I don't lack any supplies that should be handed over to the tribe. I just secretly replaced some of the hunter potion inventory in the pharmacy, and I didn't dare to touch anything else!

"

"It's best that way."

Root squinted at his goatee.

He straightened up, walked around the dungeon, and said slowly:

"Speaking of which, I checked the details of the hunter named Jason. He suddenly appeared around Frostwood Village half a year ago. There was no record before. He is very mysterious and suspicious... But it happened that he discovered what you were doing."

"What do you mean?" Goatee was shocked.

Root frowned: "This person's origins are unknown. He looks like a secret sentry from the empire. If the empire noticed something and sent someone to investigate, that would be bad."

The empire has personnel in various cities to supervise and audit accounts. Even if they can be bribed, they are still a handle.

Let the "glove" like Goatee do the work. Even if it is found out, it can be disguised as a personal behavior and has nothing to do with the lord or White Plains City itself.

After being separated by a layer, it is not so easy to find him.

Root closed his eyes slightly, various thoughts flowing in his mind.

Although the lords can monopolize many things and have a high degree of autonomy, the Terra Empire always wants to control them.

The empire has more than one city. If you go too far on the surface, others can change the city, so many things can only be done privately.

For example, the cooperating pharmacist of a pharmacy, as a lord, only collects taxes. It is not counted as his things if it is put into inventory. The cooperating pharmacist must guarantee the profits, otherwise they will not come, so they have to use the insider operation of replacing the inventory.

However, hunter potion is not among them. As hunters are an important force in protecting the town, Root does not hope that there will be any problems with the hunter potion. He also hopes that more hunters filled with honor will be willing to dedicate themselves.

But the people below secretly stretched their hands, took advantage of the situation, and had more selfish motives, which he could not immediately discover.

The pharmacy is just the tip of the iceberg. The blacksmith shop, armor workshop, grain store and other facilities all have different inside stories.

As a lord, he controls the city's tax collection power. Of course, it is not for money. He is not short of money.

As both the lord of Baiyuan City and the current tribal leader, his dual identity brings about considerations of overt and covert interests.

The goal of everything is to transport various materials to the tribe, hoard them, and accumulate the strength of the tribe.

The cost of inferior goods is borne by urban residents and passing merchants. Anyway, it is just of poor quality and no one will die.

Baiyuan City was once a tribal settlement, and was later converted into a city to accommodate foreign residents. However, the tribe members quietly moved out and established secret settlements in new places.

Therefore, urban residents are just productive forces that produce profits for him.

White Plains City is business.

Tribe is the foundation.

Due to the historical reasons of White Plains City, the Terra Empire still allows the tribe to lead the city and let the tribe serve as the lord... Because the tribe exists, the position of the lord is his.

But this is still not safe. What if the empire one day withdraws its appointment and assigns imperial officials to parachute lords like some new cities do? Will it be listened to or not?

His plan was to use the towns to feed back the tribes.

The Terra Empire has been building new cities and relocating people. The new cities have no historical reasons, so they can airborne lords without any hindrance. Therefore, batches of "emerging nobles" with new surnames were created to compete with their tribal blood relatives.

Therefore, Root could see that the Terra Empire wanted to consolidate its royal power and gradually dismantle the deep-rooted power of the tribe... In fact, this process has been promoted since the establishment of the empire.

The living environment maintained by tribes allows groups of people to live together, continuously integrate, annex, and accept outsiders, allowing the world to consider themselves members of the tribe. The living environment maintained by empires can also allow people to consider themselves citizens of the empire.

Changes in living environment and identity have shaken the foundation of the tribe.

In the foreseeable future, as the trend develops, the situation will become increasingly unfavorable to the tribe.

Times are changing, how should we deal with ourselves then?

Someone once said these words to him, gave him a prospect, and invited him to participate in a very involved plan...

Root agreed.

Everything we do now is largely based on this plan.

Gather up your strength and wait for the day when that person will raise his arms.

Various thoughts flashed through Root's face, but he said slowly:

"Aside from this hunter named Jason, is the only one who knows about Balon?"

"Yes, I only told them two...but I don't know if they told others."

"Although your reasons deceived them, they have already noticed the situation in the pharmacy, and we will be restrained in the future...especially Jason, who is suspected of being a secret sentry of the empire."

Lute paused and said in a deep voice:

"If you interfere with the hunter's potion, I will argue with you later. I will first think about how to deal with the current problem."

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Gama.

Gama leaned against the wall, trembling with despair.

From just now, he wanted to shout, "Stop talking, I don't want to hear it!"

Knowing so much, can he still be alive?

However, the two of them did not shy away from him and were obviously ready to silence him.

"Don't, don't kill me, I didn't hear anything, I..."

Before Gama could finish speaking, Root made a gesture behind him.

call out!

A stone shot through the air and penetrated Gama's forehead.

A blood hole appeared, Gama's eyes widened, he fell to the ground and died.

In the shadow of the dungeon, the short-haired man walked out slowly, rubbed his fingers, and wiped off the lime chips stuck on them.

Just then, he shot out a stone with a snap of his fingers, killing Gama in one blow.

Root glanced at him and couldn't help but said: "How on earth did you do this? I asked other guards to play stones like you, and the stones shattered in one go."

"Techniques for exerting force." The short-haired man was expressionless and didn't want to say more.

Root shook his head, not entangled, and quickly found the jailer who was asked to evacuate to deal with the matter here. He left the dungeon and returned to the longhouse.

As soon as I entered the door, a waiter came to report.

"Lord, Captain Maggi is looking for you. He seems to be injured."

"Oh? I'll go take a look."

Root went all the way to the guest house, where Maggi was already waiting with his neck bandaged.

"What's wrong with you?" Root was surprised.

Magoji suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Lord, you hired me before and said that I was also qualified to use the hunter's workshop, but an exotic beast hunter just robbed me of my things and cut me..."

After he explained in a crackling voice, Root finally understood.

It turned out that this person came to complain, and actually had a conflict with Jason.

Root suddenly narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, looked at the aggrieved Maggi, and said:

"This matter is indeed a bit overbearing. My promise to you is still valid... Let's do this. You take my other guards with you. After Jason leaves the city, you can find a place where there is no one to stop him and arrest you.

Grab the medicine you need."

Magji was startled, then overjoyed.

He just came to complain, and he didn't expect the lord to do anything to those tyrannical beast hunters, but he didn't expect Root to support him in taking action.

Good luck, the lord has lost his mind today!

Or did the lord feel that his authority was offended?
To be continued...