Chapter 112: Each Shows His Special Power
◎The little prince Attila walked closer and closer to the dancing bonfire, revealing the many dark shadows around him.◎
"Attila." Hulun pointed at the beauties with ill intent: "You need these the most, why don't you just take them away?"
"No~ I'm polite."
Sunny smiled faintly: "For example, Hulun~ If you can give birth to more children, maybe one of them will have golden eyes."
"you!"
Melia was watching intently while holding her white cat. No wonder family dramas are so popular. The reality is truly wonderful.
"Enough! Stop arguing and separate!" the blonde-haired girl urged again, staring intently at a woman in the third row.
"Yingzhu, she's not your biological mother..." Hulun sneered, but when he thought of the wise king's order, he quickly bit his tongue.
Alas, people like Yingzhu who have no interest in the throne should be won over, why can't they control their mouths!
He laughed twice and quickly changed the subject: "But you're right, arguing is useless, absolutely useless. Let's divide things first. Dividing things is the real thing."
After saying this, Hulun acted like an older brother, straightened his back, and looked around: "The ladies of the major banners are free to stay or go as they please. Do you have any objections?"
Naturally, no one disagreed. The Banner Tent was the cornerstone of the royal court. Dare to embarrass a concubine born in the Banner Tent? Just wait, someone will definitely stab you in the back.
Immediately, several gorgeously dressed women stood up from the ground, bowed, and walked away quickly, with an indescribable ease in their movements.
There were also women dressed similarly to them who remained there, and one of them was winking at Hulun, Obera on the right.
Seeing this, Melia suddenly felt a little weird: It’s not that it’s impossible, Obera is indeed more handsome than Hulun, but Obera is obviously a princess, right?
She had long eyelashes, a solemn face, and the same golden eyes as Brida, but her hair was even more golden, though of a darker hue and not as dazzling.
Did the Huns not mind women marrying each other? Or was there something special about the Hun royal family?
She stood there thinking for a while, and the little white cat suddenly poked her arm and meowed.
"What's wrong?"
Melia touched the cat's head and continued reading: It turned out that the wives and concubines were divided very quickly. After just a few words, more than half of the tent was empty.
Those who wanted to leave left, and the rest all wanted to follow the new king - the old king was really indifferent to people, and the princes were impatient to marry so many concubines, so they would rather leave the positions vacant for major families or foreign nobles.
Slaves carried in boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry, attracting everyone's attention.
The former king's wives and concubines were forgotten like this, and the housekeeper had to arrange for people to send them out of the tent first.
Hulun raised his arm artificially and pressed it down hard: "Hey, my father left me so much inheritance, don't be polite, take whatever you want." He said it as if it was all his own.
The other princes weren't stupid either. Even those who knew they had no chance of becoming king didn't say anything at this point. They said, "This is just nonsense. The treasury is a public treasury, but the previous king also had a private treasury. If you want to bribe them, at least take out the private treasury and divide it up."
There was a stalemate in the tent. After a few minutes, even a dumb person would know that Hulun had several potential heirs who did not want to divide the private treasury at all.
The old Hun king had been crawling on the ground for so many years and it was not without any merit. Although he was shameless, he was very good at exploiting the land and never restricted his subordinates from plundering.
Let other countries condemn it. If they attack us, we have the support of the major royal courts. If that doesn't work, just apologize and turn a blind eye to their bullying of the Huns.
It's about making money, not shameful.
He and the high-ranking officials of the royal court were extremely wealthy, otherwise how could they have lived for so many years? But the people below them did not enjoy such a good life. Even the princes had to support themselves.
For example, Attila was kicked out of the country as a hostage when she was less than six years old. Who cares about her?
The private treasury must be lucrative, and can be used to irrigate one's own confidants and quickly form a team. Whoever sits in that position will not let go.
After figuring out the key points, someone cleared his throat and prepared to jump out and speak out.
Before he could speak, Hulun waved his hand again, his expression becoming even more smug. "Everyone, the private vault is indeed calculated separately, but as a king, I must be able to bring wealth to my subordinates."
"You are not the king." Obera retorted coldly.
"Hahaha, Brother Hulun is still so humorous and has a rich imagination." Sunny clapped his hands with a smile.
Hulun was so angry that he fell backwards. He held his breath and continued, "I have a suggestion. We heirs have relied on ourselves for so many years. Whoever is more capable is more suitable to inherit the throne."
O'Bella turned her head, her eyes cold and cold: "What do you mean by more capable?"
"Of course they're better at snatching, hahahaha."
Hulun's awkward laughter echoed in the tent, and only two royal family members who didn't want to offend anyone followed suit with silly smiles.
He forced a smile and licked his teeth. "Anyway, even if we eat our meat, we have to let others drink our soup. We can't open our private vaults. If we do, others will think we Huns can't survive and want to split up."
"Get to the point." Although Obera had no expression on her face, she gave people the illusion that she would stand up and beat her brother to death at any moment.
"Ahem!"
Hulun quickly glanced at the crowd: "We all came here with our families. Let's each take out our treasures and put them together. The one with the most treasures——"
"The king?" Sonny blinked, his expression innocent. It seemed he hadn't realized that this rule was actually disadvantageous to him: what kind of treasure could a little prince who had been a hostage for so many years have?
Hulun was about to agree when his sleeve was violently pulled by his deputy.
He stole a glance at Obera: Obera didn't object. Did the Right Wise King subsidize her? Hiss... Even if Obera stayed on the prairie all day and didn't have much money, there was no guarantee that other princes would be able to make money and surpass her in this regard.
If he agreed here, even if Obera and Sunny lost, they would still be able to deny it with a smug look on their faces. He would be trapped and could only win and not lose.
Thinking of this, Hulun suddenly took a deep breath. "Well... the winner must be the most talented among us. He's so capable, so being king certainly wouldn't be a bad choice!"
It was useless to say anything, and the others almost rolled their eyes at him.
Hulun looked at the treasures on the ground, his teeth biting his tongue until it hurt. "Then how about this? We take out all the treasures and divide them equally among the losers after the throne is decided. The three who contributed the least money will automatically withdraw from the competition. Whoever contributes the most money will take away the treasures in the king's tent, and everyone will acknowledge him as the "Most Capable Warrior"!"
Everyone's eyes finally became serious. If there were enough people opposing it, Hulun's proposal could indeed be overturned.
But he is quite smart. He knows that the money has to be distributed to everyone. The less he takes, the better value it is. If he really wants to fight for the throne, being recognized as the most capable is also very meaningful. Sometimes Libra is just short of that little chip.
And whoever gave the most could take away the treasures in the king's tent. No one knew how rich the old Hun king was. Gold, silver, gems and jewelry were hard currency. Maybe the first place would get the most and earn more!
Someone immediately jumped up to support: "Okay, okay, whoever gives the most will be my support!"
"Yes, the Golden King, the Golden King, the king with the most gold!"
"That makes sense. I want to follow the most capable warrior."
No matter what they were thinking, everyone agreed, and Sonny smiled and applauded, as if he was moved by his second brother's intelligence.
"Quiet!"
O'Bella stood up and walked out: "What's the deadline?"
Hulun came to his senses and added, "Of course it's today! Tonight. Move it in before sunrise. If you don't move it in, it won't count!"
The grassland is so vast, even if others had supernatural powers, could they have predicted this day? Hee, he was well prepared. Who else would bring such a large amount of gold and silver to the royal court besides him? It's too late. Even if there were more people, they couldn't transport it in half a day.
Can't let these stupid guys figure it out, they will definitely stop me.
Hulun ran out of the royal tent as fast as he could, not caring about his manners for a moment. What a perfect plan! Fame, wealth, the throne... I want it all!
…
It was late at night and from time to time there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The Xiongnu people didn't even bother to rest, and continued to move boxes and treasures at the leader's command. Some of the royal family had already come to their senses, thinking, "Oh, Hulun must have been prepared!"
But there are also people who hold the trump cards and are willing to give it a try.
In a place where Hulun couldn't see, several royal families united together and put the treasure on one person: there were many specific problems, but they were willing to take some risks.
Finally, the Huns lit a blazing bonfire, and the flames of burning oil rushed into the sky along the wood.
Hulunzhi stood in the center with a smug look on his face, his arms folded across his chest. "Okay, we should have finished moving everything, right? Anyone else want to look for treasure in the haystack? Hahahahaha."
Behind him were dozens of loaded carriages, filled with looted property over the years.
It's not that there wasn't normal trade, but the money was a drop in the bucket and had long since been spent. Even the nearly one hundred carriages at the back were saved with great difficulty, considering the livelihoods of the tribesmen.
Life on the grassland is not easy. Even my father would be surprised if you could take out so much wealth at once, right?
As expected, as his gaze shifted, many of the royals averted their eyes. "Damn it! Even if they combined their resources, they still couldn't compare to him. They had no idea we were competing in wealth today, and they hadn't prepared at all. But even if they had prepared... it would be hard to compare to him without combining their resources."
The money from raising sheep and horses must be used to cover food and daily necessities. It takes a lot of effort to save so much.
"snort."
Just as Hulun grinned and was about to declare victory, Obera walked out quietly and took out a jewelry box from her arms.
"Hey, are you sure? It's just a shabby box." Hulun thought to himself, this wasn't good. He had a bad feeling. Obera had only managed to scrape together a few dozen carts of jewelry and furs to make up the difference. If a single box could offset the difference in price between the two, then only...
Sure enough, Obera gently opened the box, and inside were two pairs of silver jewelry with lifelike eagles carved on them.
Everyone exclaimed: "Magic props! Obera actually took out a magic prop!"
This kind of thing is priceless in the market, and if you meet a buyer who likes it, you can ask for a sky-high price.
The pair of props in her hands should not be priceless treasures. After all, they will be shared with everyone... For the sake of reputation, favors and a little bargaining chip, she will not give up the most precious magic props.
The reason why he could come up with this set was because of the treasure in the king's tent.
Obera didn't lie: "Someone wanted to buy them from me. The price was very high, enough to buy them for twenty carts of gold and silver and more."
Damn it, after all this time, I’m the one at a disadvantage!
Hulun racked his brains, trying to find some flaw in his rebuttal. After all, the magic item hadn't been sold yet, and how could something that hadn't been sold be valued...
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sister Obella~"
The clear voice was filled with laughter as the little prince Attila walked closer and closer amid the dancing of the bonfire, revealing the many dark shadows around him.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~
Thanks to the falling leaves and the flying clouds for irrigation~
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