Chapter 473
The Great Elder looked ashamed and shook his head, saying, “Forgive my limited knowledge and inability to help.”
Trevor stood not far away, watching all of this, and was secretly alert in his heart. It was odd that the tribal chief suddenly fell ill for no reason, and that the medicine was ineffective. Combining it with the spy incident discovered earlier, Trevor couldn’t help but wonder if the tribal chief’s illness had anything to do with that spy.
‘Could it be that the spy secretly attacked the tribal chief, trying to take the opportunity to control the Eagle Tribe?’ thought Trevor.
Abigail helped her father sit down in a chair in the hall. She was anxiously at a loss, saying, “How could they not find out the cause of my father’s illness? Have you asked Fareed Byron, the most famous doctor, to come and see?”
One of the attendants shook his head and said, “Dr. Byron went out for a trip some time ago and has not been found. The other doctors all say that the chief’s illness is strange. With his chaotic pulse, it does not seem to be an ordinary disease.”
The tribal chief took a breath and waved his hand weakly. He told Abigail, “Abigail, don’t worry. I’m fine. It’s good that you’re back safe and sound.” He looked at Abigail, his daughter, his eyes full of love. Abigail looked at his pale face, her heart burning with anxiety.
“Dad, you’re in this condition and you still say you’re fine. I’ll have someone look for Dr. Byron again right away. We must cure your illness.” She turned her head to look at Trevor, a pleading look in her eyes. “Trevor, can you help me?”
Trevor nodded and said in a deep voice, “Don’t worry, Miss. I will arrange for people to look for Dr. Byron.”
Just then, footsteps came from outside. The tent curtain was lifted, and two burly middle-aged men walked in. They bore a five-point resemblance to the tribal chief and wore clothing adorned with wolf teeth. That was a symbol of status. Abigail’s face showed a look of vigilance when she saw the two people.
However, she had to go up to greet them and respectfully said, “Uncle Wesley. Uncle Jamieson.”
The two men coldly snorted at Abigail. Wesley, the elder of the two, said unhappily, “Abigail, you’re absurd. You ran away to avoid the marriage alliance. Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused your father?”
Jamieson chimed in, “That’s right. The marriage alliance between the Flying Eagle Tribe and the White Sheep Tribe was intended to consolidate the relationship between the two tribes. Your running away has not only caused the Eagle Tribe to be disgraced, but has also brought great trouble.”
Wesley continued, “The people from the White Sheep Tribe have come several times to demand you. When they didn’t see you, they demanded that the chief compensate them with two hundred horses. Your father has been working day and night on the matter, and his condition has worsened!”
Abigail clenched her fists and retorted through gritted teeth, saying, “The marriage alliance was not what I wanted. The young master of the White Sheep Tribe is brutal, and I would rather die than marry him! Besides, my father’s illness is definitely not because of the matter. There must be another reason!”
“Impudence!” Wesley scolded sternly. “Marriage should be decided by the elders of the clan. How can you be so willful? Now that you’ve caused trouble, you still don’t know how to repent!”
The chief weakly said, “Wesley, Jamieson, Abigail is still young, please say less… Cough cough… I will negotiate the marriage alliance with the White Sheep Tribe again.”
“Negotiate? How?” Jamieson interrupted him. His tone was urgent as he said, “The White Sheep Tribe said that if they don’t see her within three days, they will not only take our horses, but also demand that we cede the southern pasture! That pasture is an important grazing area for our Flying Eagle tribe. How can we give it away?”
Jamieson looked at Abigail indifferently and added, “In my opinion, we should tie up Abigail now and send her to the White Sheep tribe.”
“No, that won’t do.” The tribe chief coughed violently. “As long as I’m here, no one can touch Abigail.” He supported his sick body to get up, protected Abigail behind him. He stared at the two sharply and said, “Step back.”
Although the tribe chief was ill, his majesty remained. His eagle-like gaze fell on the two of them, making them feel chilled. Wesley Pelosi and Jamieson Pelosi couldn’t help but stagnate, and their arrogance dissipated a little. Obviously, they didn’t take the dying tribe chief seriously now.
Wesley stepped forward and said, “Although you are the tribe chief, we are brothers. As your elder brother, how could I harm you and Abigail? It’s a good thing to let Abigail marry into the White Sheep Tribe. Why are you so stubborn, my chief?”
“That’s right, Chief. If we don’t hand over Abigail, the Flying Eagle Tribe will be in danger if the White Sheep Tribe turns hostile,” said Jamieson.
Wesley and Jamieson spoke, then sighed, “I heard that the White Sheep Tribe has allied with the Fire Fox and Gray Wolf tribes and is preparing to attack us.”
“Marriage alliance?” The tribe chief sneered. The surge of blood in his chest made his vision dark. “Have you all forgotten what the White Sheep Tribe did when they ambushed us?”
Jamieson couldn’t help but step forward and sternly said, “There is no room for discussion about the marriage alliance. Abigail must marry, whether she wants to or not.”
“Presumptuous!” The tribe chief suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes flashing with terrifying light. “The blood of the Flying Eagle Tribe hasn’t completely cooled yet. It’s not up to you both to make decisions.”
Wesley’s face darkened, revealing a fierce look. “Russell, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Hand over Abigail, and we will still recognize you as the tribe chief.”
As soon as he finished his words, several tribesmen with spears broke in and pointed their spears at the chief and Abigail. Disbelief showed in the chief’s eyes as he said, “You… You actually want to kill me, your chief?”
Before he could say his words, another violent coughing fit overtook him. Abigail protected the chief behind her, her eyes icy cold as she said, “I should have realized it long ago. Uncle Wesley, Uncle Jamieson, you have been coveting the position of chief for more than just a day or two. Now you can’t hold back any longer and have revealed your true colors.”
“The young master of the White Sheep Tribe said long ago that as long as Abigail is willing to marry him, they will not only withdraw their troops, but also send thirty carts of grain,” said Wesley, smiling like a fox that had stolen something. “It is a good thing that will save the entire tribe. Why would I disagree?”
Jamieson kicked the copper basin at his feet impatiently. “Stop dawdling. The envoy from the White Sheep Tribe is waiting outside the tent. Tie up Abigail now and send her to the White Sheep Tribe.”
Trevor stood silently beside Abigail. His hand gripping the hilt of his knife tightened involuntarily. He would be the first to object if anyone dared to touch Abigail.
“Stop, you. Stop…” The tribe chief looked at the two men angrily, his eyes spitting fire. “You want to push Abigail into the fire pit for thirty carts of grain and fodder, but she is your niece.”
Wesley chuckled with Jamieson and said, “How can this be pushing her into the fire pit? The White Sheep Tribe is wealthy, and Trent is deeply in love with Abigail. She is going there to enjoy a life of luxury.”
Then, he looked at Abigail and smiled, saying, “Abigail, you are a smart person. If you fight, bloodshed will be inevitable. I don’t want to fall out with you. As long as you marry obediently, I will definitely invite a famous doctor to cure your father.”
Abigail stared at him sharply, saying, “So, was my father’s illness your doing?”