Chapter 1567: Chapter 83: I Believe You’ll Change Your Mind

These betrothal gifts...

Are they sufficient!?

Everyone watched the girl with surprise and shock.

The radiance she exuded at this moment made her impossible to ignore.

Only now did everyone realize that the girl they saw was not just as she usually seemed.

She had such a strong side as well.

As an onlooker, Kemmler, the elder of the Black Water Clan, felt his heart skip a beat, truly scrutinizing the girl for the first time.

However, faced with the dozens of glances cast upon her in that moment, the girl’s aura did not waver at all and still held the whole scene in control.

"Sufficient... or not?"

Edgeworth, the elder of the Red Stone Clan, chewed on these words and gradually started to smile, ultimately bursting into laughter, "Hahaha, esteemed Goddess, if you become the woman of the Young Clan Chief, then in the future you will be able to enjoy everything that the Red Stone Clan possesses. On this prairie, you will be the most distinguished woman."

After saying this, Edgeworth puffed out his chest confidently, casting an eye of faint disdain around him.

"Have you seen everyone’s expression? You haven’t grown up in this vast prairie, so you obviously don’t know what these riches mean."

The more Edgeworth spoke, the louder his voice became, and the stronger his momentum grew.

In his eyes, this girl, known for her wisdom, was so arrogant and ignorant of the vast world.

To call her ’Goddess’ made her truly see herself above everyone else.

"Esteemed Goddess, there is a saying widely spread among our prairie tribes: No matter how strong a woman is, she is still a woman, and she needs a man to rely on."

"If the people of the White Armor Tribe haven’t told you this before, then I can convey it on their behalf."

Saying these words with increasing momentum, when the voice fell, Edgeworth already had a playful smile on his face.

"Edgeworth, I will crush that decaying head of yours."

Alva’s body began to brim with terrifying killing intent.

But Edgeworth ignored Alva, merely maintaining that smile, then squinted at Isaiah seated on the great chair made of beast bones, laughing coldly inside.

It seems the Lion King of the White Armor Tribe... is on his way out.

Hey.

"No offense intended, I simply said something everyone knows." Edgeworth exhibited every bit of the term ’crafty and scheming’ to the fullest extent.

Compared to Basham’s malevolent and deceitful face, Edgeworth was clearly thicker-faced and darker at heart.

"I was explaining things to the beautiful, noble, and wise Goddess."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was subtly controlled by this elder dressed in red robes.

Yet a soft and melodious laugh shattered the burgeoning oppressive mood.

"Unfortunately, in my view, these betrothal gifts... are utterly shabby to the extreme..."

The girl displayed a graceful smile, but the cold aloofness in her beautiful eyes kept others at arm’s length.

"I’m sorry, it’s really difficult for me to go against my heart to feign surprise and admiration."

"Putting aside whether I accept or not, even if I were to express the surprise and vanity you envision... I would only disappoint someone."

"I have never been a subordinate of anyone. I am myself, a unique ruler, Nuonuo."

The girl’s bright and smooth face exuded a kind of beauty so noble that it could not be directly gazed upon.

Her graceful smile and soft, melodious voice clearly reached every person’s ears.

In that moment, some from the delegation who entered even felt a burning embarrassment on their faces.

And those words were so poised and grand that they left no room for retort.

"No matter whom you disappoint or what you’ve witnessed before, esteemed Goddess, you seem to have forgotten that this is the prairie of the Barbaric Ascension Star."

"Here is a vast prairie filled with blood and fire, where countless killings and deaths are staged daily."

"So, I hope the esteemed Goddess might consider reality when speaking."

Edgeworth’s wrinkled cheeks twitched briefly, before he said with a forced smile.

"The reality is, a swan can never rest atop the mire, so Elder Edgeworth, please leave."

At this moment, like returning to a business negotiation, the girl still faced it with the most appropriate etiquette.

"Hahaha, you clumsy worms in the soil, stop vainly coveting the stars above. Alva, see our guests out."

Isaiah, at that moment, burst into laughter, standing up from the beast bone chair, with a powerful, resounding voice.

The fighting spirit of the White Armor Tribe had never diminished.

Seeing the speech-savvy scum of the Red Stone Tribe defeated in front of him brought an exhilarating feeling.

Even more so than smashing a Star Beast’s head themselves.

Alva, long feeling oppressed, also laughed heartily, responding with conviction, "I will chop off the heads of invading enemies one by one!"

He cast an undisguised look of affection toward the girl.

The scene just now had made him firmly believe in his heart that she was Alva’s destined girl.

Would Izewende, that spineless one, deserve to marry the Goddess?

Yet Alva had not noticed the trace of solemnity flickering deep within Isaiah’s pupils.

...

Watching the laughter from the opposite side, Edgeworth’s eyes were deeply cold, but no anger showed on his face, as a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

[At The End Of Its Tether].

After this round of verbal confrontation, he could finally determine that the Clan Leader of the White Armor Tribe, Isaiah, that lion-like man, probably no longer had the strength to fight.

This meant that...

It would soon be an excellent time to attack.

One side laughing heartily, the other harboring malice, the so-called negotiation between the two parties quickly fell apart.

Both sides’ personnel began walking towards the outside of the big tent.

The negotiations ended.

Once both sides withdrew from the big tent, they would officially enter a hostile state.

Edgeworth was certain that the White Armor Tribe wouldn’t do anything about him.

Under the stars, the Hunter’s negotiation...

His White Armor Clan prided themselves on warriors and wouldn’t touch that ancient contract involving warrior spirit.

Even if they did, he was unafraid.

With Kemmler, the Black Water Tribe’s top expert in vine armor defense, present.

There was only one Alva.

Still too tender.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Edgeworth’s unrestrained laughter echoed, as his glance swept across the bright profile of the girl not far to the side, speaking loudly:

"Miss Nuonuo, in a few days, you will change your mind."

Meeting those beautiful eyes, Edgeworth’s smile flashed with coldness, completely ignoring Alva’s fiery gaze, turning his head as if nothing had happened.

Walking through this door of the big tent, the Red Stone Clan could formally declare war.

...

...

Outside the big tent, a young man whose expression changed from excited to gradually calm, finally bowed his head, listened closely, then revealed a faint smile.

At this moment, he slowly raised his head, the smile on his face gradually fading, his gaze level on the tent’s soon-to-be-lifted door as his lips slowly curved into a cold and indifferent arc.

His left foot gently lifted and softly landed.

Approaching the tent, facing the wary gaze of eighty armed guards from the Red Stone and Black Water clans...

He walked calmly forward.

"Who is it! No strangers allowed!"

In that moment, dozens of crossbows and spears simultaneously aimed at Mu Fan.

The sudden stride taken by the white-haired young man completely stunned the people behind him, the Lance group.