Jon and his group stayed in the Huaquan Tribe for more than ten days.
He had departed Riverrun even earlier than Catelyn.
Catelyn, on the other hand, was going to Stormlands to discuss an alliance with Renly. She had to go to The Twins first, then north to White Harbor, and then south along the eastern coast of Westeros.
It would likely take her three to five months to return.
Jon himself had only been out for less than a month, so he certainly wouldn't delay anything.
During this time, Jon's main task was to wait and deal with Miss Sola.
The young girl was simply too enthusiastic.
Jon consistently maintained his distance from her.
The reason for waiting ten days was that, perhaps, the straight-line distance between the Huaquan Tribe and other tribes wasn't far.
But the problem was that they were all in the mountains.
They also lacked efficient communication methods like maester ravens, so it took Hugh Wolf a full half-month to invite the tribal elders or leaders who had not yet joined Lannister.
For this, he had already spent more than half of his fortune.
But Hugh Wolf believed that all of this was worth it.
That day, more than ten representatives from various tribes came to the great hall used to entertain Jon.
Although these people's clothing was not even as good as that of the soldiers Jon brought, it was clear that none of them were simple characters.
After all, even in the simplest and smallest groups, anyone who could carve out their own status was no fool.
Jon would not underestimate these people just because he had more extensive knowledge and experience.
During this time, Jon had not been idle; he had made many preparations.
After these representatives and leaders from various tribes were seated, Jon had his soldiers bring out a 'curtain'.
There were some crooked patterns on the curtain.
"I really don't know what this guy is up to. Can he convince these old foxes with a piece of rags?" Harken, leaning against the door, said disdainfully.
"What do you know! I asked Lord Jon that day, and he said this is called ra... ra-investment, and his thing is called a'slideshow presentation'." The fangirl Sola said.
"Light? Where's the light?"
A Northern soldier placed an oil lamp behind the 'curtain', and the patterns on the curtain immediately became clear.
It turned out that they weren't patterns at all, but a simple map.
It simply marked the major forces of Seven Kingdoms.
Seeing that the elders and representatives were attracted by his 'PPT', Jon began his narration.
"I know you don't trust us outsiders, but what I want to tell you is, it doesn't matter if you don't trust us.
But, everyone, disaster is about to strike you!
Your wives, children, and your territories will soon be occupied by others."
Jon's opening remarks indeed shocked many people.
Even Hugh Wolf, who was standing nearby, hadn't expected Jon to say that.
But soon, someone reacted and turned to him, complaining:
"Hugh Wolf, did you make us travel all this way just to listen to this outsider boy's nonsense?"
Facing the doubts of others, Hugh Wolf looked troubled. He also didn't know what Jon was up to.
But he couldn't question Jon.
This made him stand there looking a bit flustered.
"It seems this elder is confident in defeating those old rivals armed with excellent weapons?
Those who follow Lannister, that is, the 'iron skins' who came earlier to recruit people, if tribes like the Black Ear Tribe and the Scorching Tribe help them win battles and acquire better weapons, then what will they do next? Is that hard to guess?"
When facing questions, don't get entangled. Speaking loudly with volume and momentum can sometimes be the most effective approach.
And seeing this scene, Sola's eyes involuntarily sparkled.
The elder who had just questioned Jon reacted and then asked:
"So you've come to help us?"
"No, only you can help yourselves!"
Saying that, Jon walked to his 'PPT' and pointed to the location of the Green Fork.
"Previously, we, that is, the 'iron skins' from the distant North and the 'iron skins' from the distant West, fought a battle here, but there was no decisive outcome.
And at this time, the great lord from the distant North was still here when he was killed by the Western great lord's people in the place we call King's Landing.
A larger war will break out next."
Jon had also held press conferences in his previous life, so he vividly described the causes and events of the war.
The elders and representatives, who had not seen much of the world, listened with great interest, and even the 'Jealous King' Harken was captivated by Jon's narration.
"The Deer Family from the South, the Eagle Family from the North, and the Flower Family from here will all join our alliance.
The Lion Family will face a combined attack from so many people, and they will eventually fall.
But here, very close to you, they still hold an advantage.
So if you join us and win the battle here, then in the future, the lands of tribes like the Milk Snake Tribe and the Scorching Tribe will all belong to you!
Conversely, if we lose here, your enemies will come back to seize your land and enslave your children.
So I say, only you can help yourselves! Joining us is beneficial for both sides!"
"Good!"
Sola, by the doorframe, excitedly waved her fist.
Jon's narration was profound yet easy to understand; even someone like Harken, who made up for a lack of brains with muscles, understood it.
Old York, by Jon's side, stroked his chin with great interest. He hadn't expected Jon to be such a good speaker.
Hugh Wolf, on the other side, also constantly paid attention to Jon's performance, ready to choose the right moment to act.
After listening to Jon's narration, these elders and representatives began to discuss in whispers.
It seemed they had been persuaded.
As long as they endured the initial battles, they could win more spacious territory for their descendants, which was certainly a worthwhile deal.
"Your story is very interesting, but how do we know if what you just said is true or false?"
It was still the same tribal representative who had spoken first, asking the most crucial question on behalf of the others.
"Because the great lord of the Wolf Family is my father."
Upon hearing that Jon was a son seeking revenge for his father, sympathy arose in everyone's hearts.
Even Harken's attitude softened considerably.
Sola, needless to say, looked at Jon with much pity in her eyes.
However, the elder challenged again:
"So you're the son of that great lord. Then wouldn't it be enough for us to just capture you? We could then exchange you for more weapons and food without anyone dying?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately looked menacing.
These clan tribes did not have the old custom of 'guest right'.
Old York hadn't expected things to slide into an uncontrollable situation, and he immediately became tense and vigilant.
Cold sweat immediately streamed down his wrinkled forehead.
Especially since he didn't understand one thing: why were these people, who clearly came from different tribes, suddenly attacking together as if they had planned it?!
He wondered if his group was really that unpopular?
Jon pushed away the Winterfell soldier blocking him, drew his longsword, and said:
"There are many bastards of great lords; my head is not worth much. If you insist on taking it, many people will die today!"
"Don't—"
As soon as Jon finished speaking, a familiar voice rang out. Sola stood between Jon and the tribal leaders, spreading her arms and shielding Jon behind her.
"Sola—"
Seeing this, Harken felt a pang of anxiety in his heart.