"My lord, won't doing this stir up their anger?"
"Wild people are all hardcore masochists."
"Subordinate understands."
"Alright, find someone to boil some hot water for me. I'm taking a bath and then having a good sleep."
The war was over; it was about time to relax a little.
"Yes, my lord."
Outside, it was still a mess. Counting the population of the Naman Tribe and tallying up their goods and wealth wasn't something that could be done in a short time. Friction was inevitable in the process, but it all stayed within controllable limits.
Inside the tent,
a wooden tub had already been prepared, and an armored soldier personally poured in the hot water.
When Zheng Fan dismissed the others and walked in himself, he even saw the soap his own people had produced back in Shengle sitting by the bath.
