Chapter 139 Solidified Fate

◎Attila raised his hand tremblingly and gently wiped it across the tip of his nose. Blood instantly dyed his fingers red.◎

Sizzle, mutton fat drips onto the grass.

The blonde girl popped out her cat ears, lay down as quickly as possible, and opened her mouth while moaning.

"Wow, Menea?!" The boy roasting the lamb almost knocked over the rack as he pulled the lamb legs apart in such a hurry.

Attila opened the tent and came out. "Don't worry, she won't get burned. Nini, aren't you going with Elena?"

"Well, she didn't apologize." Nini got up from the ground and nodded gently. "This is still fun. Your roast lamb is amazing."

It's best to stay human when talking to humans, that's what Mom said. Aunt Attila is a nice person, so just be polite.

But she won't stay there for long. Dragons fly faster than horses. As soon as Elena enters Rome, she will rush in immediately - to the so-called "Fairy Garden" to rescue her mother!

"Menia..." The young man was speechless. How could someone treat the leader, no, the Golden King like this?

"Listen carefully, Menea is the king's daughter. Don't wrestle with her anymore. You won't win." No way—that's impossible. Grandma is just kidding. How old is the leader? He already has a daughter this old? Even if it's a newborn...

Forget it, if I can’t provoke you, I can leave.

Thinking of this, he swallowed his saliva, reached out to pull away the mutton, but ended up grabbing nothing.

Looking back, Menea was holding the remaining half of a sheep bone in her mouth.

“Ugh!” I want to tell my friends, the little princess is a monster! He was so scared that his legs were shaking and he disappeared in a flash.

"Hahaha, you didn't ask me if you could take it this time?" Attila smiled and touched the girl's hair. It was soft and comfortable, but there were two small bumps on the top of her head, which felt like hard keratin.

"You said last time that all warriors can eat all-you-can-eat mutton." Menia counted to three silently, stood up quickly, and shook her hair proudly.

Attila withdrew his hand and looked at the girl with admiration: She is indeed a rare warrior. Not only can she turn into a dragon to assist in hunting along the way, but she can also fly high into the sky to help with reconnaissance.

If she hadn't been concerned about Melia, she would have really wanted to trick the child into helping burn down some disobedient tribes. Well, some things started with the old Golden King, so she should end them.

"Why aren't you talking? If it doesn't count, then it doesn't count."

Nini sniffed the air, her eyes widened as she came closer: "But you're getting married today, and I'm a guest too."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, who said I'm getting married today?!"

"Yes."

Nini pointed confidently to a place not far away where there was a long queue.

Judging from their attire, they are all nomadic peoples, with only minor differences. They are the "historical legacy" of the Huns. Some are branches and allies of the Huns who have split and reunited over a long period of time, while others are complex and could become enemies at any time.

The old Golden King couldn't be said to have accomplished nothing. At least through numerous marriages and by winning over the leaders of other tribes, he managed to maintain a semblance of stability for decades. Unfortunately, this stability came at the unacceptable cost of weakening the Golden Horde's power.

“My head hurts!” Attila walked up to Brida and grabbed her arm. “Sister, I’ll let you take care of that guy over there, okay?”

"Don't come on, you should marry at least half."

Brida felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy. They both looked at the beautiful women in the crowd. The tribes had received the news of the king's death and had rushed here without stopping, most likely to stir up trouble—to arrange a marriage.

Since ancient times, the Huns have been fond of using marriage to maintain relations between tribes. Compared with foreign tribes who emphasize strong alliances, marriages on the grasslands are much more casual:

The weak express their submission to the strong, and the strong also need to show sincerity to the weak.

The Golden King always has to marry a lot of wives and concubines. If he marries this one and not that one, the tribes that are not included will feel that they have lost the king's protection and favor and will not be able to sleep.

"Huh~" Attila rubbed his forehead and went to meet the various tribes with his sister.

She straightened her back and smiled confidently: "As I inherit the throne, I also bear the fate of the Huns. From this moment on, I will never allow the tribe to continue to fall apart."

They will gather together and gather around her, becoming the sharpest arrows.

…

"King, you have worked hard."

Hongzhu hurriedly picked up the teacup and watched Attila gulp down the tea. She also poured another bowl for Brida, who was sitting cross-legged beside her.

"Haha~ That's really unbearable." Attila put down the teacup with a wry smile.

No wonder the royal tent was designed to be so enclosed; the Golden King's job was truly tough. Even though she was a good drinker and lively, the suggestions these tribal leaders offered were increasingly troublesome.

They are used to asking for money, so they come here to beg for money.

"We can ignore the four vassal states in the north, but why marry so many?"

"No, we can't be partial. Otherwise, we should take back all the people from the south." Attila shook his head slightly and leaned back on the blanket.

Since the morning, they have received a total of twelve major tribes, thirty-six vassal tribes, and hundreds of small tribes. The daughters of the small tribes can politely decline or exchange marriages with each other, but the major tribes and vassal tribes have no way to refuse.

As soon as you say you can't handle it and beg them to go back, they will immediately start to think of other things and stab you in the back, which is hard to guard against.

Fortunately, the focus is just on the alliance. No one expects the Golden King to work like a mule all day long... right?

"Sis, I leave it to you."

"Go away, we agreed on half and half."

The two sighed in silence. This mess wasn't over yet. In a few years, when these concubines from powerful families started giving birth one after another, it would be extremely annoying.

[Wait until I secure my throne, wait until the Golden Horde's cohesion strengthens...]

The two sisters leaned against each other, and after a moment their expressions relaxed and they became a little drowsy.

Hongzhu quietly approached and asked in a low voice, "King, what about the choice of the Queen...?"

The golden pupils opened instantly, emitting a strange flame. Hongzhu's heartbeat quickened, and she regretted her rashness.

But she had to ask, because her father had always supported the leader, and now that there were results, he was eager to reap the fruits: he was not arrogant enough to expect his daughter to become the queen consort, but he just wanted to get first-hand information so that he could think about her future.

"Hongzhu, I want to marry a wife with brains."

"I heard that the daughter of Zuo Xian Wang..."

"No, she can't be a Hun. The tribe is my natural backing." Attila smiled sincerely.

Hongzhu nodded. That made sense. The Golden King's wives were rarely from his own tribe; they often relied on marriage alliances with neighboring kingdoms. Only the old Hun King didn't dare lean towards either side, marrying his childhood sweetheart.

"Is that the Roman girl?" she cautiously asked. A marriage with Rome would be a good idea, but it's a shame the richest man in Rome doesn't have royal blood, which doesn't sit well with her.

Having a child is actually a plus. She can give birth to a child, and the child is such a cute and powerful alien.

"Hahaha, why do you say that?" Attila asked back with a smile, "She is the Roman emperor's woman."

"Uh, didn't Caesar just die? Could Menea be Caesar's daughter?!" Hongzhu covered her mouth. Who doesn't know Caesar's illustrious reputation? If she is really Caesar's lover, then marry her home quickly! How much joy will it bring.

"Pfft - your imagination is too poor, guess again?" Attila raised his eyebrows under the candlelight, and Hongzhu couldn't take her eyes off her beautiful face.

Guess again? Guess why it was the Roman girl, or guess why it was someone else... She became confused and fell softly on the pillow.

The atmosphere in the royal tent grew more mellow. Attila drank his tea while looking at Brida beside him.

Time slowed down, reminding her of her distant childhood, the time... before she became a proton.

Feeling a little tired, she slowly closed her eyes and leaned against her sister’s strong shoulder. Normally, she would have been pushed away in disgust, but perhaps because the atmosphere was so pleasant, Brida allowed her to continue snuggling.

Whoosh—a gust of cold wind blew into the tent, and Attila suddenly opened his eyes: "Who?"

She held the hilt of the knife with her hand, but saw a woman dressed in cool clothes walked in, followed by the Hun guards who were on duty.

Interesting, who convinced the guards to let them in? Or did she convince them herself?

"It's me." Ophelia took off her veil and walked forward leisurely, holding the heavy wine jug in her hands.

"What are you doing here?" Attila pulled himself together and stood up from the couch. His sister seemed even more exhausted than she was, and just sat there watching the fun.

What are you here for? To be a princess, of course.

Ophelia looked her husband up and down, then lifted the wine jar with all her strength. "Couldn't you have been more lenient with your proposal last time? I'm a Roman princess after all. The position of a mere concubine is inappropriate."

Humph, she's no brainless Melia. She'll pretend to bargain, and when the Golden King lets down his guard and drinks the love potion, the position of princess will be hers. And those vixens out there, get rid of them all!

Not only the wine jars and wine glasses, she even covered her nails with powder, so she wasn't afraid of not getting infected.

Ophelia greedily scanned the Golden King's nearly perfect face, half leaning forward. "Please don't be so cruel. My mother left me a large dowry."

This time she didn't mention half of the ruling power. Anyway, when the Golden King fell madly in love with her, the Huns would definitely help her attack Rome.

"Heh." Attila chuckled and poured out a cup under her eager gaze.

The wine exudes a mellow aroma, rippling slightly in the glass and reflecting the orange-red candlelight.

She just put her lips to it lightly and drank it all in one gulp.

Good wine.

The sweetness and spiciness mix together and slide from the tip of the tongue into the throat.

Wait, what's that smell? It's not grapes. Poison? There's no way poison would work. Potions? No, that's not right. What the hell is this?

Attila raised his hand tremblingly and gently wiped it across the tip of his nose. Blood instantly dyed his fingers red.

What kind of potion can bypass the golden blood...

[It is the scales of the fairy, and a predetermined fate.]

A cold voice echoed, and her consciousness began to blur, but Attila felt that another pair of eyes was becoming clearer and clearer. Someone was standing far away with their back to her...Bang!

“Attila?!” Brida finally woke up. She tried to raise her arms to hug her sister, but she was very slow.

Hongzhu was lying on the couch, while Ophelia was running away: half of her body was turned away, her expression was terrified.

Everyone in the room froze in place, except Attila, who "saw" the strange spirals falling from the sky. Threads of yarn were entwined around them, spinning rapidly. It was unknown what kind of work they were weaving.

【The Golden King will not admit defeat.】

I won't give up.

I want more—

What else should I do?

…

The wind brings the scent of green grass.

The rain fell softly, and Attila lowered his head and looked at the corpse on the ground.

Brida is dead.

"King, King... why?" The crowd retreated in unison, their expressions varied. Some looked delighted, others terrified.

She took one look at the blood-stained scimitar and suddenly realized: I did it.

Yes, in order to completely unify the Huns, I killed Bleda.

This is absolutely true.

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Thanks to the funny little mushroom and the irrigation of not wanting to get up~