Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1566 - 82: Are These Betrothal Gifts Enough?

The calm voice echoed within the large tent.

Sitting on the beast bone chair, Isaiah grinned slightly, "Quite tempting, what’s the next condition? Go on, don’t tell me this is sincerely and unconditionally your compensation. You Red Stone Clan people always like saying half and hiding half during negotiations, really not likable."

Edgeworth stroked his beard, smiling as he said, "Incorporate under the jurisdiction of the Red Stone Alliance, the White Armor Tribe’s sequence will be confirmed as second, with the authority to dispatch warriors from the remaining 13 tribes of the Red Stone Alliance."

Having said this, Edgeworth glanced at the reactions of those around, a determined smile flickering in his eyes.

This condition is enough to drive countless people crazy.

Joining the Red Stone Alliance would instantly secure the second seat in trade, elevating the entire tribe’s living standards to the top level of this grassland.

With such a great temptation, he didn’t believe these impoverished White Armor people could refuse.

However, Isaiah continued to sit there casually, raising his eyelids with a scrutinizing look, "If you have something to say, finish it, otherwise, I might have to ask you to leave."

Upon hearing this impolite language, a glimpse of coldness flashed in Edgeworth’s eyes, yet it was flawlessly concealed by his feigned smile.

"Hahaha, this time Isaiah Clan Leader has really underestimated our sincerity. These aren’t the conditions we’re discussing!"

As Edgeworth’s confident words came out, the breathing of the more than ten people standing on both sides of the tent simultaneously quickened.

Could it be that the Red Stone Tribe really came with sincerity?

Then, amidst Isaiah’s indifferent expression, Edgeworth smiled and looked at the girl standing on Isaiah’s left, gently bowing, fully displaying the etiquette of an envoy.

"Wise and charming White Armor Clan Goddess, these are merely half of the bride price our Young Clan Chief Izewende offers for marrying you, as for the other half of the bride price..."

"Scoundrels!!"

A furious roar suddenly erupted from Isaiah’s right side.

A fierce figure suddenly flashed out, with a howling wind rushing towards the black-robed Elder Edgeworth.

However, at this moment, the Black Water Clan Elder Kemmler, who had been quietly resting nearby, abruptly twisted his body, instantly appearing in front of Edgeworth.

His arm wrapped in Fish Skin Armor shot out like a venomous snake.

Boom!

A storm arose out of nowhere inside the large tent.

The ground where the two figures intersected instantly caved in by more than three meters in diameter.

Edgeworth stood motionless, his face calm, while his red robe was stirred by the gusts.

Alva’s handsome yet rugged face was now full of ferocity.

"You bunch of scoundrels, how dare you still covet our White Armor Clan Goddess."

"Kemmler, let go of your hand, today this is a grudge between the White Armor and the Red Stone Tribes! Don’t force me to hurt you."

"Today our Black Water Clan is here as witnesses. If I allow you to take action today, then our Black Water Clan as the witness and guarantor will be scorned by everyone. Besides, being able to confront Alva, the strongest hunter of the White Armor Tribe, has been my lifelong wish."

The middle-aged man in Fish Skin Armor said with a smile.

"Alva!"

With a loud thud, Isaiah barked, "Return!"

"Clan Leader!" Alva turned his head, his gaze full of anger and confusion.

However, after Isaiah gently nodded, Alva snorted coldly and finally withdrew his fist.

Kemmler likewise withdrew his hand with a smile.

At this moment, his hand opened and closed, revealing a palm almost twice the normal size, with large scale-like webbing between the fingers.

The Black Water people are a race that grew up in the rivers, possessing strange, devious, and vicious attack methods.

They have utilized the River Domain Palm Vine unique to their tribe to the extreme.

The enormous Vine Armor Palm Guard in the palm had blocked Alva’s fierce punch.

Alva’s teeth were grinding audibly, unwillingly walking towards Isaiah, his sharp and handsome face now directly facing the girl.

These Red Stone Tribe people deserved to die, for they dared to covet the girl he admired.

"Now you can speak about the other half of the bride price proposed by our Young Chief Izewende, a palace built entirely for the Goddess, will be located at the very center of the Red Stone Tribe."

"With this relationship, the connection between the Red Stone Tribe and the White Armor Tribe will be unprecedentedly close."

With that statement, Edgeworth observed Isaiah intently, the state of the White Armor Clan Leader being meticulously evaluated in his mind. He remained unconvinced that the poison on the crossbows would prove entirely ineffective. Every probe was aimed at uncovering any sign of weakness in Isaiah. Yet, up to this point, Isaiah’s composure had been flawless. Perhaps, too flawless. The preceding events should not have been instigated by Alva. Given Isaiah’s typically fierce, lion-like nature, he would likely have been unable to restrain himself in the past. It was time to escalate the situation.

"Does Clan Leader Isaiah not consider the welfare of your people?"

"With such a meager population within the White Armor Tribe..."

"Can you afford such a loss?"

The moment these words left Edgeworth's lips, the atmosphere grew palpably frigid. Edgeworth then raised his head, offered a brief, deferential bow, and fixed his gaze upon the young woman with a shrewd appraisal. On these grasslands, a frail woman is merely a possession for men, valued at less than a fraction of a bride's price. However, her intelligence surpassed that of ordinary women. Such a valuable asset should not belong to the White Armor Tribe.

"Edgeworth, once you depart, I shall grant you a three-hundred-meter head start to flee," Isaiah declared, his hand caressing the massive Bone Ball atop his chair as he spoke each word deliberately. "You threaten the White Armor Clan with death, do you comprehend the gravity of your actions? If mere threats could prevail, our tribe would have perished centuries ago."

"Ah, of course, I understand, Clan Leader Isaiah," Edgeworth replied, his smile gradually vanishing. Isaiah had not yet made a move. Perhaps his suspicions were nearing the truth. Isaiah might be incapable of further action. The ensuing step would be the ultimate test.

But at this crucial juncture, to everyone's surprise, the slender figure standing quietly beside Isaiah suddenly moved. The young woman's gaze was calm and resolute as she took a graceful step forward. Her delicate legs moved with an elegance and nobility that was simply indescribable.

"Teacher Wang!"

"Miss Nuonuo."

A hushed, restrained murmur arose from the ranks of the White Armor Tribe.

"From the very beginning, you have been detailing the quantity and value of these bride prices to me," the young woman's sudden interjection instantly shattered the peculiar tension within the tent, drawing all eyes toward her. "But why, when it comes to the final decision, do you seek counsel from the White Armor Clan's leader and not from me?"

"Charming and wise Goddess, I, Elder Edgeworth of the Red Stone Tribe, now formally inquire if you are willing to marry our Young Clan Chief?"

"No, Elder, your question is improperly phrased," the young woman stated, remaining still. She softly corrected him, her voice clear and crisp.

"Oh? And how should I ask, then?"

As the young woman rose, Edgeworth felt the situation unraveling with each of her words.

"Shouldn't you be asking whether these bride prices… suffice?"

The girl's voice remained devoid of emotion as she posed the question. At this moment, her presence in this verbal exchange seemed to command the entire scene, overshadowing all else.