Bulcaisel smiled.

He didn't care whether Wayne was sincere about inheriting everything from Corik.

The heir does not necessarily have to look like the ancestor's spirit.

Barbarians rarely uphold the authority that comes with age, because sometimes authority is rubbish.

What is the point of restricting the growth of future generations?

Point out a direction, tell the other person to avoid danger, and then intervene a little when the junior asks for help.

This is the best choice.

"I will find time to do these things, but right now I think it is more important to let Bulqueso help me complete my plan."

Wayne said a little stubbornly.

"Then what if Bulcaisel leaves directly? Do you still want to stay here?

It's not that I look down on you, but what you are doing now is really ridiculous.

I don't know what you're going to ask Bulcaisel to do for you, but it's never very smart to force someone to do something like this.

Especially since you don’t have the power to force Bulcasso to do something.”

Hailab made no secret of his contempt and ridicule for Wayne at this time.

The weak ask the strong?

This kind of thing would be considered normal if it was under a certain order.

But on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, let the barbarians who are more accustomed to the strong voice follow some kind of order?
Chapter completed!