This Lord is Very Scientific

The Minotaur Leader thought for a moment and finally sat back down.

The poor, filthy wooden bed creaked loudly and finally collapsed under the weight.

However, the two Minotaurs continued to sit, not standing up.

"Although we're all fighting in the name of an alliance, in reality, each tribe fights its own battle." The Minotaur Leader sat there, a trace of disdain flashing in his bull-like eyes: "Unlike you humans, all led by you." His tone was a bit sour.

Actually, I'm not leading them at all... Lin Ke answered silently in his heart.

Of course, that's how it was said.

But as the most renowned noble, if he wished, he could rally most nobles to his cause in the noble council.

"So, do you know any legendary [Shaman]?" Lin Ke looked at the Minotaur, unconsciously tightening his grip: "The kind that has survived from ancient times until now."

"Legendary?" The Minotaur Leader frowned: "I've lived for over three hundred years, but I've never heard of a legendary [Shaman], that profession is too ancient, those who hold positions as [Shaman] nowadays do it only as a part-time..."

Just like [Mages], some [Scholars] specialize as [Mages] to study elemental magic, magic secret texts, or ancient history.

"Part-time?" Lin Ke was taken aback.

He suddenly thought of a blind spot!

That Wild Boar Great Shaman wore a hood, with a blurry face, and the few tools in his hands seemed to be disposable.

Like the cursed infant skull, the lightning-absorbing fat, and that magic staff...

A disguise!

This Wild Boar Great Shaman might not actually be a [Shaman] but rather a strong individual of another profession with [Shaman] only as a part-time role!

Rather than stubbornly looking for Shamans, he should search for legends among the Wild Boar-men.

After all, such legendary beings are usually renowned across the continent.

Narrowing it down to a racial group like the Wild Boar-men, it should be easy to filter and identify them.

After all, in any profession, acquiring feedback inevitably involves interacting with others, be it academic or martial exchanges.

"How many legendary figures does the Wild Boar-man race have now?" Lin Ke inquired.

"Two." The Minotaur Leader replied confidently: "At least in the Holy Life Alliance, only two are known so far."

In order to forge an alliance with Count Lin Ke, the Minotaur Leader was grasping at straws.

After all, those were the Black and White Knights!

The Minotaur Race used to be immensely powerful, rampaging across the battlefield as machines of war.

Until the Holy Life Alliance's once-invincible Minotaur Legion, which had survived from the Mythical Era, was toppled by a charge from the Black and White Knight Order.

The Minotaur Race, or indeed the entire Naseng Continent, became terrified of the Black and White Knight Order's might.

And later, when the Insomnia Emperor gradually picked off those invincible Dominators of the era, repeating the process seven or eight times...

All factions were left speechless.

The Minotaur Leader, who had personally witnessed the Memory Stone capturing the charge of the Black and White Knights back then, naturally understood what it meant for fifty Black and White Knights to join Count Lin Ke's ranks.

Virtually unbeatable!

Thus, for some rewards from the noble council, the Minotaur Leader decided to ally with Count Lin Ke!

It wouldn't have to be Count Lin Ke; it could be any other human, for it was clear the humans were stronger.

"Only two?" Lin Ke frowned.

That meant it was unlikely to be those two since these two were well-known.

It seems he still needs to consult those ancient ones...

Lin Ke thought about it, fearing he'd have to trouble the Insomnia Emperor.

Although the Insomnia Emperor was busy day and night, Lin Ke was reluctant to ask.

But to uncover the mastermind and to avenge Ove, he had no choice.

"Is there anything else, Lord Buck?" The Minotaur Leader asked, looking at Lin Ke.

"Hmm, that's about it." Lin Ke nodded slightly, thought for a moment, took out a fine piece of Azanen paper from the Space Ring, and then took out a thirteenth-level magic pen.

Seeing this blue furry tiger tail pen, Lin Ke closed his eyes, feeling an honest sorrow.

This pen was a birthday gift Ove had prepared for him when he was six, his first magic gift received.

One of its main components was half a tiger tail from the Deep Blue Giant Tiger he encountered at the beginning, which was actually driven away by Butler Billy.

Now, after years of usage, this pen had transformed into a thirteenth-level magic item.

But both Ove and Butler Billy, two close individuals, were gone.

Yet, in an instant, Lin Ke regained composure, gripping the pen tightly.

Butler Billy's soul was kept by the Dark Maiden, and after the noble council, Lin Ke would retrieve it.

And Teacher Ove's True Spirit was well-preserved, awaiting the day he could resurrect Ove with the help of the Moon Goddess.

"Take this paper and find Count Lin Ke, he will form an alliance with you." Lin Ke quickly wrote the two Chinese characters "Buck" and handed it to the Minotaur.

The Minotaur looked at "Buck" and felt these characters to be exceedingly mysterious, neither ancient secret text nor the common language of Naseng.

But they didn't ask further.

"Alright..." The Minotaur Leader carefully held the precious piece of Azanen paper and then stored it in the Space Ring.

Though the Minotaur Race was poor, they could still afford a Space Ring.

"Happy alliance." Lin Ke smiled.

[Minstrel] Buck might still be useful in the future, might as well keep using him.

"Happy... alliance." The Minotaur Leader wasn't actually that happy, selling out information for an alliance.

Although it wasn't important information, it still felt a bit uncomfortable.

But thinking about his Minotaur tribe, he exhaled deeply.

The foul breath hitting his face, Lin Ke couldn't stand it: "Let's leave it at that, perhaps we can meet again at the noble council."

Saying this, Lin Ke donned his optical magic clothes and turned to leave the Flame Tavern.

Leaving behind the two dumbfounded Minotaurs.

Did he... become invisible?

It must be a precious magic item... The impoverished Minotaur Leader was envious.

Then he saw the Minotaur Baluto, beside him, almost drooling, and couldn't help but smack him on the back of the head: "Fool! Let's go! We'll head to the Mercenary Union... no, let's directly head to the Scarlet Wilderness to gather more people, we came with only fifty!"

Baluto was too dim-witted; he should be smacked more to be brighter... The Minotaur Leader looked at the simple-minded Baluto, feeling a wave of irritation, always wanting to smack him.

He knew that he himself was also smacked by his grandmother growing up; otherwise, he wouldn't be so wise now.

"Two thousand people?!" Minotaur Baluto widened his bull eyes: "How much is that going to cost! The Scarlet Wilderness is expensive! Our tribe can't afford it!"

Baluto is actually the chieftain of a Minotaur tribe.

"But the people in the Scarlet Wilderness are much stronger!" The Minotaur Leader smacked down again: "Think about it, more than two hundred forces, if we rank in the top hundred, we'll break even! Top ten's even a huge profit, if we make it to fifth, hiss—"

The Minotaur Leader took a deep breath: "We might even be able to eat ten loaves of rye bread a day! No, maybe twenty!"

Minotaur Baluto trembled: "What if we take first place?"

"Then, we might even eat a hundred loaves of rye bread every day."

The Minotaur Leader nearly shed tears.

"Alright, I'll go gather the other chieftains right away!"