Chapter 113 Gambling and Countermeasures
◎The bonfire burned fiercely, and the lamb on the branches burst into a crisp and fragrant aroma.◎
Huh—everyone looked up at the same time and looked at the crowd that was separating like a tide: Sunny was smiling, followed by several rows of tribesmen. Each Hun was pushing a cart carrying all kinds of gold and silver, which dazzled people's eyes.
A horse-drawn carriage followed closely behind the cart. The vehicle was so heavy that it had to be pulled by two horses in parallel, and the speed was extremely slow.
The ornaments and jewels were piled so high that they almost broke the veil.
TAKI
"What?! Where did you get so many things?" Hulun's throat broke as he shouted, "Attila, did you open my father's private vault?!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Sonny laughed heartily, then suppressed his smile. "Brother, you can eat poison, but don't say anything careless. What private vault? These were all moved from Athens."
Athens? The Huns looked at each other in bewilderment. They had heard about the trouble in Athens, but what was Attila capable of? It wasn't that she looked down on them, but family matters mattered. The Huns were not very good at attacking cities with high walls.
They can fight, but the losses will be heavy. Attila only has a few rough soldiers under his command, and even these are just deceived slaves. He cannot fight a war of attrition at all.
This was Athens, not a deserted village in the mountains. It had high walls, a rich history, and was home to many talented people. God knows how many magical items it held. Even the Golden King of the previous generation would have been terrified.
"Come, check the goods yourself~"
Sonny made a face and immediately many people rubbed their palms together and pressed them against the car, trying to make a flower appear.
A crack finally appeared in Obera's solemn expression: she began to get anxious. Was she going to lose a set of magic props for nothing?
One, two, three... Although there were less than a hundred carriages, if they were spread out and examined carefully, Attila's wealth was definitely of higher quality.
After a rough estimate, she walked out despite the pressure and took off the moon pendant on her ear. "This pendant is also a magic prop. It's worth more than twenty carts of gold and silver. It's a good thing to save your life."
"Oh~" Sunny thought.
The tribesmen behind him expressed their opposition in unison. After all, it was too unclear how much the magic item was worth, and no one knew whether there was a premium.
Finally, Sunny clapped his hands and said, "Alright, alright. Sister Obera means...is this a draw now?"
"No, if I could sell them, I would probably have one or two more."
O'Bella shook her head seriously: "It's based on the reserve price. I didn't cheat you."
"Hmm~ Is that so? There's an extra cart of gold~?"
"No, there's an extra load of raw materials."
"Hahahaha." Sunny laughed for a full half minute. She held her belly and wiped away her tears. "Okay, so the gap isn't that big now."
"Yeah, very small."
What did he mean? Everyone around was stunned. Did this guy have a back-up plan? How much money had Athens been reaped? Had the entire city been emptied out?
Sonny just raised his hands and clapped hard, and finally a carriage came over.
It had been parked outside the crowd, and in the darkness of the night, it had been overlooked. However, when the car came into view, illuminated by the firelight, no one could ignore its harmonious beauty.
The Huns' horse-drawn carriages were still in the shape of carts, with crude parts and were mainly practical.
The carriage before me seemed to be identical to them only in its four wheels and two horses. No, in fact, even the wheels were different, covered with thick, oiled leather, and had a strange and wonderful structure.
It is beautifully decorated, and each part snaps together securely, giving it a dignified and elegant look.
They were deeply shocked by the beauty that transcended the times. Even though they didn’t understand what a shock-absorbing carriage was or what was the most popular product in Rome, they still thought: Wow, if a carriage can be made like this, what level must the things inside be?
[Just this car alone is enough to win, right? ]
Sonny generously satisfied their curiosity and allowed the tribesmen to open the carriage and take out the goods inside.
First, there were high-end ready-made garments one after another. Just when everyone thought they were all clothes, boxes full of jewels were brought out. The huge rubies on the top had perfect arcs, which were not inferior to the collection of the old Hungarian king.
This was not the end. Even the seemingly ordinary sacks were filled with salt and sugar. Finally, two large suitcases were dragged out from under the seats. When the suitcases were opened, they were filled with pieces of gold, which were perfectly cast and stacked together without any seams.
Silence, the people on the grassland are quieter than the wind.
Obera reached out to touch the sword at her waist several times, her eyes full of struggle.
Sunny saw this and gently put his arm around Melia's shoulders, smiling and showing off to everyone: "Oh, I was so busy that I forgot to introduce you. This is my sister Melia, the richest person in Rome."
Wow—the richest man in Rome!
The Hungarians may not know the relationship between those brands and Melia, but they know how powerful and wealthy Rome is, and the richest man is the richest among them.
The richest man in Rome, the richest among the rich, no wonder even a hostage like Attila could make a fortune!
Hearing this, Obera dropped her right hand helplessly. "How could I give up my mother's legacy?" Even if I gave it up, I wouldn't necessarily win. Rome's richest man... lost without complaint.
Melia was a little angry when she was suddenly put on the shoulders and pushed in front of the crowd.
[Damn it, this situation is special...]
She glared at Sonny, who gave her a pleading look in response.
What to do? Just leave it alone. Melia forced a fake smile, the little white cat in her arms playing with her hair out of boredom.
Seeing Attila's "trump card", no one dared to raise the stakes. Even Hulun stopped talking and admitted with a pinch of his nose: "Ha, ha, ha, to be able to hook up with the richest man in Rome... Attila, you are really capable."
"There's nothing I can do~ [The Most Capable Warrior]." Attila walked to the front with a smile, lifted the cover of one of the carriages, and grabbed a handful of gold coins from it.
"Everyone!" She turned around and said loudly: "After the new king is elected, these things——"
With a whoosh, the gold coins spun at the fingertips and turned into the sky, attracting everyone's attention.
"It's all yours."
…
The bonfire burned fiercely, and the mutton on the branches burst with a crispy aroma. From time to time, someone grabbed a handful of spices and sprinkled them on.
Under the influence of alcohol, the Hun civilians mingled together, some wrestled in pairs, some whispered stories, and some bartered under the cover of night.
They all have their own chiefs, leaders, clan leaders and wise kings who have gone through many twists and turns, but when they gather together on the grassland, they all belong to the same nation and have the same language and customs.
The boundaries between wine, meat and emotions were blurred, and people were singing everywhere.
The nobles were not reserved either, and the Hun nobles took pride in their fighting prowess.
Melia sat on Sonny's right, watching the archery competition, wrestling, and falconry performance... The sky gradually brightened, but they didn't seem tired at all. Everyone was full of energy. Only some men and women who fell in love with each other secretly crawled into the tent and moved a little away from the crowd.
Sonny's deputies were not idle either. Some of them participated in the competition with laughter, while more of them were quietly communicating with the nobles.
After all, they had just given away such a large sum of money, so the various departments of the royal court had to give him face. At the stage of the dinner, everyone quietly stepped aside and made room for Sunny.
This location, close to the king's tent, was fitting for her royal status. Hulun must have seen their little trick, but he had just publicly acknowledged that "Attila was the most talented warrior!" and was too embarrassed to intervene.
Forget it, it’s better than letting that kid sleep in the king’s tent. Attila is really capable of doing that.
Finally, the sun gradually showed its golden edge. The Huns greeted each other tacitly, carefully put away their tools, and slowly walked towards the tent.
After drinking all night, I need to get some sleep.
Even if we have to seek livelihood everywhere in a few days, at least today, the leaders will not order us to migrate.
…
"Sister, wait for me~ Sister Melia~"
Sonny squeezed his throat and shouted softly and sweetly.
"Meow." Even the kitten couldn't help but look back: This is acting, mom, this is acting!
"Huh... Sonny? Attila?"
"You can call me anything~"
“…”
Melia nearly rolled her eyes at the playful Sonny. "Whatever you call me? Attila...anyone who dares to speak ill of him will surely suffer the consequences."
She held the kitten firmly in her arms, leaned against the curtain and turned around: "Okay, you've done it, are you still afraid of what people will say?"
Yes, Sonny took out her box of goods without notifying her, but she was not angry about it.
After all, these were originally meant to be traded to her. She was able to endure the original owner for a whole month without breaking the original owner's body. The mental damage compensation is more than this.
But Sonny knew that she had Elena, and he let those Huns misunderstand their relationship - this was too much. He didn't expose it on the spot because of the precarious situation.
"Sister~ I won't dare to do it again next time."
There was no one around, and Sonny begged for mercy in a low voice. Although he had grown up now and no longer had the childish and cute face he used to have, his attitude still touched people's hearts.
Forget it, why bother with a child.
Elena even dared to have a fake marriage in order to seize the throne. She is just...
"Besides," Sonny chuckled and raised a finger. "Elena had a fake marriage with Antonio before. I'm just trying to help you get back at her—Hey, hey, hey, don't hit me, don't hit me on the head!"
Swish! The door curtain was pulled shut with force.
A few seconds later, a kitten poked its head out, stuck out its tongue at Sunny, and was quickly pulled back.
"Don't look at her, she'll get worse!"
"Meow~"
"Sister~ I really want to apologize sincerely~" Sunny's smile was hidden in the sunlight, and his lip line was as calm as his eyes.
…
Humming... I'm so tired and want to sleep.
Melia fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the bed. It seemed as if a small paw touched her face, but she still fell asleep with a meow.
"Meow." The kitten lowered its head helplessly and crawled into its mother's pajamas.
After an unknown amount of time, a white cat turned over and woke up from the bushes.
"Meow~"
"Nini? Nini, where are you?" Melia wandered around following the voice, and heard the clattering sound of running feet behind her.
Looking back, the little white cat ran towards them, holding a rabbit in its mouth. The rabbit was large and fat, even bigger than the cat. But the little cat managed to hold it tightly, and its paws moved lightly as it ran.
"Oh, he can actually hunt! That's great!" Melia ran over and stroked the child's head with her paw.
"Meow~" The little white cat opened its mouth and the fat rabbit fell to the ground with a plop.
"Meliya? Is that Meliya?" Elena used her sword to push aside the haystack, looking at the two white cats and smiling softly: "Ha, life on the grassland is really comfortable. Sleeping during the day?"
"Hmph~" Melia twisted her waist: "You're too busy, you don't get a nap every day~"
Elena sheathed her sword and calmly changed the subject: "Did Melini hunt that rabbit? Great! It seems she can now live independently."
Awww!
Melia jumped up and bit someone's finger hard: "Bad guy! The baby is only a little over a month old - and you were the one who named it, how could you call it wrong!"
"Hmph." Little Menea meowed with glee.
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