Although the Barbarian's cultural system differs from that of the Central Domain, they still possess judgnt.
Especially those tribesn sent out for trade. Their thoughts might not closely align with the Central Domain's ideas, but they can at least resonate sowhat.
Therefore, upon sensing that there are no high-level cultivators in the Chixian City delegation,
the entire caravan relaxed emotionally and naturally gave so feedback.
The tall man leading the group glanced backward and shouted an incomprehensible character.
Monts later,
several of the most robust Barbarians voluntarily put down a few small boxes in their hands, and the caravan started resting on the spot.
If this were like petting a cat,
the Barbarians at this mont have relaxed their guard and actively ca closer to sniff you.
As for whether you'll be able to pet it or even see it roll over, that depends on your upcoming performance.
Da-da-da——
The friction noise of military boots on the sandy ground's stones sounded, and the entire group quickly arrived twenty ters outside the Comrce Association's resting area.
Then Lin Ziming signaled everyone to stop:
"Attention everyone, wait here, Xiaoshi, let's go over."
Shi Yin quickly followed, and the two of them calmly walked up to the tall man.
Looking at this man who was a head taller than himself.
Lin Ziming gave a hearty smile and perford a common salute in the Damo Realm:
"Hello, I am Lin Ziming.
One of the persons in charge of Chixian City, responsible for handing over with your side this ti."
Shi Yin then simultaneously translated this sentence into Damo language.
The small old man opposite covertly looked at Lin Ziming and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Who knows if he was curious about the never-before-heard Huaxia language, or surprised that Lin Ziming, not high in the realm, could beco one of Chixian City's heads.
But this surprise was fleeting, and the old man quickly translated this sentence into Barbarian language.
"Gulu-dala-pili-guada-kaci-ji-wa...."
The leading man also said a bunch of unaningful words, then translated over by the small old man.
Although the aning was unclear, from the man's expressions and actions, it was obvious he was greeting.
Indeed, Shi Yin soon said:
"Colonel Lin, this leader says he's called Red Dragon, a commander-level figure in the Yange Tribe.
According to the Central Domain's cultivation system, his realm is roughly Foundation Establishnt Fourth Layer to Fifth Layer.
This ti they're coming to the Southern Region mainly to trade specialty products for so living supplies and hope to establish so relatively stable trade cooperation intentions with cities.
Oh, also, the person translating nas on the opposite side is called Master Tian, an ordinary Qi Cultivation Second Layer cultivator."
Lin Ziming nodded thoughtfully.
These few words actually vaguely reveal quite a bit of information, but without further intelligence supplents, many things can't be judged specifically.
Coupled with the fact that Lin Ziming doesn't have much ti to think, he simply gave up the chance to play Hols:
"Red Dragon Commander, welco to choose Chixian City as your trade partner this ti.
Rest assured, this will definitely be a win-win transaction.
There's still a long ti before the next nightfall, so our ti is fairly sufficient.
Therefore, why don't we work together to set up a camp so that everyone has a place to rest?
Of course.
If your side has any particular private matters they wish to handle themselves, Chixian City will absolutely not intervene.
We've prepared a kind of accommodation tool called a tent, your side can give it a try first.
If you're comfortable with it, stay; if not, we talk about it further.
Also, everyone has traveled arduously from afar, and our cooks... cough cough, the kitchen staff have already prepared quite a few dishes.
Everyone can co fill their stomachs; you need energy to work."
Shi Yin relayed Lin Ziming's words to Master Tian, completing another round of relay.
Red Dragon quietly listened to Master Tian's translation and then glanced at the nearby supplies, a faint, indiscernible fluctuation appearing in his eyes.
ntioned previously.
Tribes behind the Celestial Moon Mountain Range are much more primitive compared to the Central Domain, almost falling behind in every aspect.
While primitive doesn't necessarily an pure, most primitive tribes are very sensitive.
Therefore, they can easily discern who is genuinely kind or falsely kind to them.
Red Dragon over the past few decades has led teams to trade with many cities in the Southern Region.
He can clearly feel that Lin Ziming is different from the usual people.
It's a kind of genuine heartiness and friendliness.
While it might be exaggerated to say he's moved to tears by Lin Ziming's few words, at least sowhere deeply hidden in his heart a slight tremor was felt.
Then he glanced at the tribesn behind him and said:
"There's nothing in our caravan that can't be seen, if Lord Lin wouldn't mind, please send soone to help us set up a camp.
As for the food..."
Red Dragon originally planned to decline politely, after all in the Damo Realm it's dog-eat-dog, who knows if there's so smiling tiger laying a trap behind the scenes.
Even though Chixian City's reputation is good, he doesn't dare test lightly.
Yet coincidentally, just as he was about to utter the latter half of his speech, a breeze wrapped with fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
Don't think this breeze is too much of an Oscar-winning mont, the delegation's specific positions were determined hours ago.
Which kind of formation doesn't impose and which position allows scent to travel.... these were planned sches.
The Barbarian Comrce Association's arrival direction is fixed, so the command post only needed to estimate their stopping distance adequately.
The command post originally drafted multiple plans ranging from 50 to 1000 ters; Lin Ziming's team just followed the steps.
Thus, Red Dragon slling such fragrance wasn't an accident, but a necessary result.
This was a scent he'd never experienced before.
Rich, savory, seemingly captivating the mind.....
Actually.
Red Dragon wasn't the only one who caught a whiff. Many other Barbarians were also tempted to frequently glance back.
Thus, Red Dragon hesitated for a while, called over a wan-faced middle-aged man from nearby:
"Thanks to Lord Lin for the food, I won't hide it, the rations we brought this ti indeed aren't much.....
But I have one small request, could we have him inspect it before we dine?"
These slightly refined words were naturally processed by the two translators. In reality, Red Dragon's original words were more vulgar, but it's insignificant.
Lin Ziming glanced at this wan-faced middle-aged man and readily agreed:
"No problem, check as you wish."
Red Dragon was instantly delighted upon hearing this:
"Thank you, Lord Lin."
Lin Ziming politely nodded and then shouted to the accompanying chef chief Gao Feng:
"Xiaogao, place the items down, let them check as they wish!"
Gao Feng imdiately saluted:
"Yes!"
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