The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 952 - 30 Imperial Dawn 23 Wilderness Chronicles

Chapter 952: 30 Imperial Dawn 23 Wilderness Chronicles

While Katya was anxiously worried about her dire living conditions, Komer appeared to be quite at ease.

The trip to the Southern Mediterranean had provided him with a great emotional release. It wasn’t just the physical and emotional satisfaction from Klepper, but more importantly, Komer had seized an opportunity to cast aside those seemingly tedious and intricate affairs of state. All the troublesome matters were out of sight, and he could do what he wanted without anyone analyzing the pros and cons of every issue for him—much like possessing Klepper itself. Had it been in Caucasus, perhaps Rebry would have advised him earnestly, while Puber would have been incessantly prattling.

Sometimes, intuition can also bring good luck. At least, in the matter of Klepper, Komer acted entirely on his instincts. Klepper’s unique experiences and identity made Komer feel that conventional wisdom could not apply to this Woman. Facts proved he had bet correctly; this woman’s emotional turmoil would bring many uncertainties to Sparta and even to the future of the Southern Mediterranean, Komer had this premonition.

Back in Caucasus, Komer could no longer enjoy peace. The allegiance of Sanjia Tribe was like throwing a torch into a wilderness overgrown with dry grass, instantly stirring the entire wilderness into a frenzy. Coupled with the efforts spent earlier in the Flanders Region, the Cordillera Wilderness was instantly ignited by the torch that Komer had thrown.

Komer’s persistence in Gdansk Fortress in Flanders was slowly turning into reality. Caron Tribe and Cabo Tribe’s interactions with the Flanders Region were increasingly frequent, and trade between the two Tribes and the region had become routine. Gdansk Fortress was still being built slowly despite strong opposition from Sanwa Tribe. However, its scale was much smaller than the old Gdansk Fortress, more similar to a customs checkpoint, a compromise from Caron and Cabo Tribes to lessen the immense pressure from Carlo and Sanwa Tribe.

On this issue, Neptune, who was in charge of the governance of the Flanders Region at the time, acted very rationally. He agreed to the Barbarians’ requests. In his view, Gdansk Fortress provided more of a psychological comfort to Mortals, a belief that once the fortress was built, the security of Flanders Region would be secured. They completely forgot that Gdansk Fortress had been breached under the most normal circumstances; even if it were restored to its original state, it could not withstand determined Barbarians.

Rather than constantly worrying about Barbarians breaking down the Door, it was better to openly welcome integration and let Flanders proactively fuse with the Barbarians. Only then could the Barbarians be firmly tied to Flanders, making them realize that if Flanders truly perished, the Barbarians would not fare well either. To kill the goose that lays the golden eggs was undoubtedly the most foolish act.

Like a magnet, Flanders firmly attracted Caron and Cabo Tribes, as well as the Sanya Tribe behind them. Utilizing its superior geographical location and the special relationship that Komer had established with the Barbarians, Flanders quickly became the material supply base for the five major Tribes.

From food to Fabrics, from Daily Necessities to everyday items, Gdansk Fortress had become a tax inspection spot, as endless caravans transported a variety of goods from Flanders to the southern region of the Cordillera Wilderness; meanwhile, the Wilderness’s local specialties, such as Magic Metal Ore, animal skins, timber, medicinal herbs, and Exotic birds and animals, all became highly sought-after commodities in the world of Mortals.

Regarding food supply, Flanders implemented a cautious rationing system. Despite gradually meeting the needs of the five Tribes, it consciously employed various methods to Restrict surplus food entry, to prevent the five Tribes from amassing ample food reserves. This aspect was the most dissatisfactory for the five Tribes, but compared to the constant threat of famine in the past, they had to admit that, at least, they no longer needed to worry about people starving to death in the Tribe each Winter.

However, the pleasing changes in Flanders also introduced some unforeseen shifts in the dynamics on Cordillera Wasteland, which Komer had not predicted.

Montrey stormed into Woodleigh’s tent in a rage, seeing two women kneeling at Woodleigh’s sides, attending to his feet, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

With deliberate slowness, Woodleigh waved his hand, signaling the Maids to leave. Montrey then could not wait to exclaim, "Woodleigh, brother, Valle has gone too far. They dared to raid into Caron Tribe’s territory and plundered two hundred loads of our food. I cannot tolerate this any longer. I demand an immediate meeting of the Alliance Chiefs and representatives to address this matter."

Woodleigh’s eyelids flickered, yet his expression remained calm, "Montrey, calm down. The same thing has happened not only to Caron Tribe but also to my Cabo Tribe, and I suspect Sanya Tribe has faced similar issues."

"What did you say? Hulechi dares to be so bold and reckless?" Montrey was shocked and then became even angrier, "This is an outrage to everyone. We must make him give us an explanation!"

"Hmph, does Hulechi have the courage? It’s someone else backing him, not just his Valle Tribe. Even if Hulechi were lent the guts of three dogs, he wouldn’t dare to do such a thing!" Woodleigh’s face darkened, "This is the envy from certain people who have been eyeing our progress over the past year. They want to stir trouble intentionally, Montrey. Don’t you understand?"