"Heh... allocate a quarter of the River Domain rights to the White Armor Tribe, provide rest areas twice the size of what the White Armor Tribe has, two hundred sets of Red Stone Hunting Crossbows, half a ton of Meteorite Gold, and one ton of salt..."
The calm voice echoed within the large tent.
Sitting on the beast bone chair, Isaiah grinned slightly, "Quite tempting, what's the next condition? Go on, don't tell me this is sincerely and unconditionally your compensation. You Red Stone Clan people always like saying half and hiding half during negotiations, really not likable."
Edgeworth stroked his beard, smiling as he said, "Incorporate under the jurisdiction of the Red Stone Alliance, the White Armor Tribe's sequence will be confirmed as second, with the authority to dispatch warriors from the remaining 13 tribes of the Red Stone Alliance."
Having said this, Edgeworth glanced at the reactions of those around, a determined smile flickering in his eyes.
