Chapter 723: Volume 21 The Path of Darkness - 8 Flanders Territory_2
Chief Montrey of the Caron Tribe’s sudden absence from the pre-battle routine meeting didn’t garner much attention from the other tribal chiefs of the Barbarian Alliance. After all, these bi-daily pre-battle meetings were hardly brimming with novelty. At most, it would mean a few tribal chiefs venting their frustration before sticking to the already established plan and proceeding with the campaign. The only issue was that the Meyrin River Valley had mostly come under control, and the fort at Brandenburg, located at the tail end of the valley, had become a thorn in the side, stubbornly halting the mountain people’s advance. The dwarves and mortals were united here in their tenacious defense against the mountain people’s attacks, and it seemed the battle had reached a stalemate that neither side was willing to endure.
If the other chiefs knew that Montrey was actually in Antwerp meeting someone at this time, they would probably leap up in alarm. Yet, there he was, sitting in the just-cleared room of the Count’s Mansion, which could barely be considered suitable for receiving guests.
After repeatedly verifying the token passed by Komer, Montrey finally confirmed Komer’s identity. The mountain people’s tokens aren’t something outsiders could forge, especially those of the tribal chiefs; their special secret patterns and marks could only be recognized by tribal chiefs and members of the Elder Council. This was indeed the token of Chief Dvanch of the Garong Tribe.
"Mr. Komer, I have long heard of your great reputation but never had the chance to meet you. We, the mountain people, keep in our hearts the help you’ve provided us. Today, I’ve finally fulfilled a long-held wish. It’s hard to believe, how did you come to the south? Dvanch is a good friend of mine, if there’s anything you need help with, please feel free to ask."
Montrey seemed quite hearty, which appeared to be the nature of most mountain people. However, Komer had learned from Dvanch that this seemingly rough and straightforward chief was far from as frank and generous as he appeared on the surface.
"Hehe, Chief Montrey, because of some personal reasons, I temporarily left the Caucasus for the south. To speak plainly, I am now the lord of this land—the Flanders Region. Uh, as proof in our Mortal Society, this is the legal deed from the Iberian Kingdom. But I suppose you wouldn’t be interested in seeing it." Komer was careful with his choice of words.
"Oh? You mean according to your mortals’ law, you are both a vassal of the King of the Kingdom of Nicosia and also a vassal of the King of the Iberian Kingdom?"