“Now you should know that I wasn’t lying, right?” Rachel gently brushed her hair aside and said expressionlessly, “The situation of the Froststone Tribe is far more complicated than that of Twilight City.”

Rachel went into the bedroom on the second floor, poured herself and Todd a cup of snake fruit tea, and immediately pointed out the crux of the matter: "The biggest problem at Froststone Camp right now is that these tribes have no concept of a nation."

“In the eyes of those tribal leaders, the relationship between them is one of cooperation and alliance. Even with you as the nominal leader, they will still put the interests of their own tribe first.” Rachel took a sip of snake fruit tea. “When foreign enemies invade, they may be able to fight side by side, but once the pressure from the outside world disappears, endless quarrels will follow in order to fight for the spoils.”

Todd sat down opposite Rachel: "This is perhaps why no nation has emerged among the southern barbarians for thousands of years."

Rachel put down her teacup, nodding as she added, "The southern barbarians follow the teachings of the gods, and there are rarely any bloody battles between tribes. This is also why it is difficult for a founder of a nation to emerge among the barbarians."

Todd followed up by asking, "So, according to you, if we want to integrate these tribes into one country, we must use iron-fisted and coercive methods?"

Rachel traced circles on the rim of the glass with her finger: "The founding king of Ulster exploited the hatred between several tribes, instigating them to kill each other. Through a sham peace talk, he massacred all the leaders who came to the meeting, ultimately destroying the tribal system and establishing the state."

Todd shook his head slightly and said, "I've read your history, but that was under the premise that the Ulster tribe was already the most powerful force in the North at that time. The monarch could completely disregard external enemies and achieve the goal of strangling the tribal leader through internal strife. But don't forget, it's different here at Froststone Camp. We still have the Ulster and Connaught facing us. If we engage in internal strife at this time, although we may eventually destroy the tribe and establish a kingdom, it will also give our enemies an opportunity to take advantage."

Rachel feigned an attentive listening expression: "If the iron-fisted methods don't work, how are we supposed to integrate so many tribes into one nation?"

Todd raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Let me think, let me think."

Rachel picked up her teacup again, looked out the window, and said 'casually,' "I heard those barbarians call you 'demigod'..."

Todd explained, "That's right, the title comes from the Northern legends. It refers to those humans who can transform into giant war beasts, the children of gods and mortals... wait, demigods...?"

Rachel glanced at Todd but said nothing.

Todd stood up, paced around the room twice, and finally hesitated before saying to Rachel, "I've thought of a way, but it's a bit..."

The latter laughed: "When you founded the Twilight Knights, you were revered as the 'Holy Son' by the believers. Logically, you should be very experienced in the path of the Holy Spirit manifesting in the world. Why are you hesitating now?"

Todd was a little embarrassed: "Looks like you already thought of that."

“Not only did I think of using the method of ‘divine descent’ to unite all tribes and establish a barbarian kingdom long ago,” Rachel straightened up, a slight smile appearing on her lips. “I also found an assistant early on to help you build the stage for the descent of the gods.”

"who?"

"Deirdre".