Chapter 17 (1/2)

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

Riding galloping horses at full speed, the Kent tribe people were screaming in excitement.

They loved to plunder and steal. Even taking minor things could cause them to feel excitement and joy. Their very nature was to take things from others and make it theirs, satisfying this nature for them was exactly like satisfying a certain other human nature, it brought them ecstasy.

Scheming or violence, anything would work all the same, the word ‘steal’ itself had been engraved deeply into their bones.

The Cauchy guards had already noticed the approaching Kent tribe from afar and immediately sent people back to the village while putting up traps on the path, trying to resist these Kent tribe bandits.

But their resistance was honestly too weak. A large part of their forces had already been forcefully delegated to the hunting party to look for crows.

The bandits roared in excitement and joy, they didn’t mind bullying the weak, in fact, that would only make them feel even more eager. Only intense retaliation and resistance would rouse their sense of respect and make them choose to hold back when they steal from someone.

The current Cauchy people didn’t have the ability to resist, so their robber’s blood was practically boiling from the thrill. If they were allowed to freely attack the village as they did a few years ago, the catastrophe of the village being burnt to ashes would most likely repeat itself.

The Kent tribe people chased after the fleeing village guards in their frenzy. While shooting at them with arrows, they nimbly avoided the practically useless traps and laughed at the powerful fleeing Cauchy people.

Last year, the Cauchy people had used these traps and various other methods to retaliate and stop these Kent tribe people from going too far.

Of course, at the time, the Cauchy people’s village guards were more like a group of caretakers for bears or servants that served a tyrant. Against the Kent tribe’s attack, they didn’t have the choice to not retaliate, because doing that would only cause the bandit blood of the Kent to boil more intensely.

At the same time, they couldn’t retaliate too much. Because if they really caused the Kent bandits too many casualties and angered the Kent people, they would ignore the principle of long-term preservation. Quite a few villages had already been destroyed by the Kent people out of anger and revenge because they managed to kill one or two Kent bandits.

This was similar to having a girlfriend. If you treated her too well, she was going to act spoiled, if you treated her badly, she was going to act even more spoiled. In the end, the core of the problem was because you were the weaker party in the relationship.

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It was because there existed a ‘weaker party’ that the relationship simply could not be completely balanced, and so anything you do could be the wrong thing to do, that was just how love worked. And that was exactly how the Cauchy people were in front of the Kent tribe. It was because they were weak that they had no choice but to try and resist the Kent tribe, while trying at the same time not to overdo it.

Standing afar, Wang Yuan glanced at the fleeing Cauchy village guards and thought of a saying that he heard somewhere a long time ago: Only the weak needed to think of the big picture, because they couldn’t handle the consequences of the status quo being broken.

At the same time, those truly strong had never been worried about the bigger picture, because they themselves were the bigger picture. The previous Kent tribe people were the bigger picture, so they didn’t need to pay too much attention about whether or not killing the Cauchy people that way would be unreasonable. Or whether they could survive if their food was stolen. Or whether they could endure seeing their daughters and wives being harassed in front of their faces.

“All unfavourable conditions in the world are brought about by the party in question not having enough power” Wang Yuan slowly declared.