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The barbarian tribe was at the edge of the Ancient Dragon City, near the Profound Beast Forest.

"Who are you and what are you looking at?"

Just as Hua Ruge arrived in front of the tribe's fence, he heard a rough voice, and then, a man, who was around 2.3 metres tall, walked over. He looked very young, probably around 20 years old with bulging muscles, and was very muscular.

This person probably didn't have a good impression of humans, and there was clear hostility in his eyes.

"I've come to look for your Patriarch. Last time, I met him, and he wants to pay a visit." Hua Ruge said with a gentle voice.

Although the barbarian youth thought that she was good-looking, he was not moved by her beauty. He continued to speak with a cold face, "My father and the human race never interacted at all. What do you cunning humans want to do now?"

Hua Ruge rubbed her nose. She really had nothing to say about how crafty she was.

"Barbarians are born warriors. No matter what tricks I want to play, you won't be able to do anything to me." Hua Ruge changed the method to flatter her.

After all, God was fair, and the barbarians had a strong body, so they had to be relatively simple in order not to cause an imbalance in the species.

"Hmph, at least you have some experience. With people like you, I can fight a hundred by myself." The barbarian youth found this very enjoyable.

"Then why are you afraid of me? Why don't you let me go?" Hua Ruge asked.

The barbarian youth glared at him and said, "Who's afraid of you? Come on in!"

Then, he personally opened the fence, allowing Hua Ruge and the Little Marten to enter.

Hua Ruge walked in while holding back his laughter. On the way, he chatted with the youth: "What's your name?"

"Tark." The teenager replied.

"Is your race hungry enough for this year? "Is there anyone who has starved to death?"

"Why do you ask?" Tark looked at him warily.

"..." I'll go ask your Patriarch. " Hua Ruge felt that he shouldn't talk about proper matters with Yue Yang.

"My father won't tell you."

"The patriarch is your father?" Hua Ruge asked.

"Yes." Tark agreed this time.

Hua Ruge's eyes turned as he said, "What if your father told me?"

"Impossible!" This was a secret of the barbarians. If this news spread, it would bring danger to their tribe, so no one would leak it out.

"What about the bet?" Hua Ruge said with a face full of a fox's smile.

"Fine, let's bet. If I lose, you have to give me food." Tark was not that old and was filled with interest in this kind of thing.

What they lacked the most was food.

It was snowing more today than it did every day, and there was still some time before they could go out and hunt, so they didn't have much food left.

"How much do you want?" Hua Ruge asked.

Tark extended a finger, and then mercilessly extended three more: "Three hundred carriages of food."

After saying that, he looked a little guilty. Although the barbarians had strong battle prowess, they had never tried to rob anyone. He felt that this was the same as stealing from someone.

"Three thousand." Hua Ruge's words were extremely straightforward, unconsciously causing her to feel a little more imposing.

"What?" Tark was shocked by the number.

Last time, the kind-hearted person that saved the tribe had only given them 1,000 carts of food to survive the winter. How could this person be so generous?

"What can you lose to me?" Hua Ruge did not answer his question. Instead, she looked into his eyes and asked with a smile.

Tark said without even thinking, "I've lost, I'll do anything you want me to do."

Hua Ruge nodded slightly, "Let's go, I'll let you see what I mean."

The two of them quickly arrived at the location where the Patriarch was. Patriarch Bei Qi was practicing his martial arts in the courtyard, bare-chested. Although he was already in his forties, he did not look old.

"Lord Clan Chief, long time no see." Without waiting for Tark to speak, Hua Ruge spoke first.

The chief retracted his two-meter long blade and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Have we met before?" he asked.

Because Hua Ruge was wearing a man's outfit the last time he came to train, now that he had changed it back, he naturally did not recognize it anymore.

"I had to wear men's clothes because I had some things to do. Don't the clan leader think I'm familiar?" Hua Ruge asked patiently.

Bei Qi had a very deep impression of the Hua Ruge from before, since he could not even see a few humans in a year. He suddenly said: "I didn't expect that you would actually be a girl, it is truly beyond my expectations."

"You're not the first one to say that." Hua Ruge laughed.

"Tark, why didn't you call me when your esteemed guest came? Bei Qi scolded Tark.

Tark was confused. "Does father really know a girl?"

"How can you say that? She is the benefactor of our tribe. If it wasn't for the one thousand carts of food she delivered last time, who knows how many people might have died this year." Bei Qi was afraid that Tark did not know his limits, hence he quickly replied.

Tark was still in a daze.

Hua Ruge asked, "Are there enough grains to eat? "Did the tribe starve to death?"

"Thanks to the food, we didn't starve to death today." Bei Qi said truthfully, and then said: "Please sit in the young lady's room, don't stand outside."

Hua Ruge slightly nodded, and smiled as he looked at Tark.

When Tark heard his father say that he had lost his bet, without three thousand carts of food, he followed his dejected father into the wooden house.

"Father, your words just now caused our tribe to lose three thousand carriages of food." he complained as he entered.

Bei Qi was startled, but then he smiled and told her about the bet he had made a moment ago, and said: "I was just joking with your son, I was the one who gave you the food in the first place."

"Really?" Tark was pleasantly surprised.

If he didn't know that Hua Ruge was that great man, he definitely wouldn't have believed it. But now he knew that since Hua Ruge could give away one thousand carriages, he could give away three thousand.

Bei Qi was also slightly shocked, but very quickly he stared at his son, and said to Hua Ruge: "Thank you for your good will, Miss, but our race will not be able to develop for long if we rely on this support."

He was the clan leader, so he had to be responsible towards his own clansmen. Naturally, he could not just take the food.

"Then, may I ask if there is anything that the clan leader can do to put the six thousand clansmen of the clan at ease and never have to worry about food ever again?" Hua Ruge said.

The Bei Qi Clan Elder sighed, "Not yet."

"If there is, would the clan leader be willing to give it a try?" Hua Ruge threw the bait.2

"What is it?" Tark could not help but ask.

"To tell you the truth, I am now the lord of this Ancient Dragon City, and what I can give you far surpasses your imagination." Hua Ruge said seriously.

The father and son were both shocked. The barbarian race was currently unable to settle down, and a large part of the reason was because the imperial government discriminated against the barbarians. The mayor didn't want to give the barbarians any land.

Furthermore, the entire city was the Lord's private territory. In other words, with just a single sentence, Hua Ruge's life had undergone a tremendous change.

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