A day after Leone spun the Wheel of Fortune, the envoys of the three tribes had finally drawn close enough to see Grimjaw Mountain up close.

Vlad looked really excited, while his brother, Wayne, could only smile wryly at his brother’s enthusiasm.

"Calm down. The Aslan Tribe is not going anywhere," Wayne said to his brother. "I really want to see just what kind of person this Leone Frontera is."

"You’ll be amazed by him, Brother!" Vlad said with confidence. "I guarantee it!"

"I’ll be the judge of that." Wayne smirked in response.

In fact, Wayne was looking forward to how Leone would handle the representatives of the Darkmane Tribe.

Since their tribes were traveling together, he noticed that they only brought one wagon of iron ore. However, the ransom that the Aslan Tribe had asked for Troy’s son and his escort warriors were four wagons.

Of course, he had no intention of meddling in the conflict between the Darkmane Tribe and the Aslan Tribe. In fact, he wanted to see how Leone Frontera would handle this matter.

Two hours later, they finally arrived at the entrance of the forest.

There, waiting for them were Brann, Ulric, and Jason, alongside fifty warriors of the Aslan Tribe, all riding on Raptors.

Naturally, everyone’s gazes landed on Boris, who towered above everyone else.

Since Leone wanted to give their guests a lasting impression, he decided to let Brann take center stage.

This was also his way of supporting the Chieftain of the Stormhorn Tribe in showing his prestige, especially toward the representatives of the Grimfang Tribe, who pursued them relentlessly.

And to no surprise, it worked.

Hugo, who led the warriors of the Grimfang Tribe, met Brann’s gaze.

A faint sneer appeared on Brann’s face as he looked down at Hugo, which made the latter frown.

It was very clear who had the upper hand between the two of them, so Hugo had averted his gaze first, shifting his attention to Ulric.

"Welcome to the Aslan Tribe," Ulric greeted everyone. "Our Great Chieftain has been expecting all of you. Please follow me."

Ulric directed his Raptor to the forest, while the rest of the warriors made way for their guests to follow.

Brann stayed behind because he would be the last to enter, guarding the rear of the procession.

He looked down at every member of the Grimfang Tribe who passed by him, imagining how good it would feel if he could order Boris to stomp all of them.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t possibly do such a thing. He now served Leone and did not dare to do something that would tarnish his Great Chieftain’s reputation.

When the procession arrived at the base of the mountain, they saw a stage where a golden throne stood.

Seated on it was none other than Leone wearing ceremonial clothes. He even had a golden winged circlet on, which he bought from the Arcane Shop purely for aesthetic purposes.

"Welcome to Aslan Soleil," Leone greeted his guests with a smile. "My name is Leone Frontera, the Great Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe."

The young man’s gaze scanned the faces of his guests before landing on Vlad, who looked at him with a big smile on his face.

Leone gave the teenage boy a brief nod and a wave of his hand to welcome his return, which made Vlad feel very touched at their reunion.

"All of you have traveled a long way, so please, enjoy some rest, and enjoy the hospitality I have prepared for all of you," Leone stated. "Kael, if you please."

"Yes, Great Chieftain!" Kael, who was standing to Leone’s left, took a step forward and raised his hands.

He then started swishing them as if he were casting a spell.

A moment later, hundreds of tables and chairs flew down from the fortress and lined themselves up on the wide space below the stage.

In less than two minutes, there were enough seats and tables to accommodate the guests that had arrived at Grimjaw Mountain.

When it all ended, Kael faced Leone and bowed respectfully toward him.

"Well done, Kael," Leone praised his left-hand man before clapping his hands. "Please serve the food and drinks!"

Waiting for that moment, the warriors and the ladies of the tribe appeared, all carrying trays of food which they carefully set on the tables.

Various wooden pitchers filled with fruit juice were also served, making sure that all of the tables were properly serviced.

When everything was ready, Leone made a gesture to his guests to take their seats.

At first, no one moved. They were still surprised at Kael’s display of magical prowess. They heard rumors that Kael was a shaman, but they didn’t know he was actually this powerful!

Of course, none of them knew that they had just been tricked. Kael hadn’t been the one who moved those tables and chairs from the fortress.

It had been Daedalus.

They plotted this performance to fool their guests into thinking that Kael had this kind of power, drawing their attention to him.

Kael was more than happy to be the center of attention, playing his part incredibly well. The way he moved his hands as he arranged the tables and chairs were so realistic that no one would doubt that he was the one that made all of it happen.

Daedalus and Kael had choreographed this trick a few times until the presentation reached perfection.

Even Gundar could only look at this scene in disbelief, making him see Kael in a different light.

"Everyone, please take your seats," Kael declared after noticing that no one else was moving. "You are our guests, so please eat, drink, and rest before we discuss important matters."

A table had also been prepared at the stage, where Leone was sitting.

"Great Uncle, please join me," Leone called on the great shaman, who didn’t hesitate to walk to his side before sitting to Leone’s right. The young man then shifted his attention to Vlad and his brother, Wayne.

"Lord Vlad. Lord Wayne. Will you grant me the honor of dining by my side?"

Leone looked at the two sons of the chieftain of the Warclaw Tribe and invited them to join him to eat as well.

During gatherings, it was customary for the host to invite special guests to dine with him as a way to show that he treated them as equals.

Vlad didn’t hesitate and walked toward the stage briskly, taking the seat to Leone’s left.

Seeing how lively the teenage boy was, Leone reached out to lightly pat Vlad’s head, making the latter blush.

Gundar chuckled after seeing this scene before shifting his attention toward Wayne.

"Lord Wayne, please join us," Gundar said.

The words were said kindly, so Wayne decided to take this opportunity to form a connection with the great shaman of the Borderlands.

"It is my honor to join you, Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe," Wayne replied as he approached the stage. "You as well, great shaman of the Grimhowl Tribe."

He offered a respectful bow to both before taking his seat beside Gundar.

Then, as if waiting for that moment, Leone glanced at Cain, who led the representatives of the Darkmane Tribe.

He had no intention of letting him join his table since he understood that the latter came here to cause trouble for him.

Since he wasn’t invited to become part of that elite gathering, Cain narrowed his eyes and walked toward one of the tables before giving it a strong kick, sending it flying.

Soon, food and drinks fell on the ground, making everyone present shift their attention to one of the heir candidates of the Darkmane Tribe.

It was clear that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement, and he made sure that everyone knew who they were dealing with!