Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"Clan Leader, you’re awake!" A surprise voice from the side pulled Bertel out of his thoughts.

Moving his still weak body, Bertel frowned at the orc by his side: "What time is it now?"

The orc shrank back slightly: "It’s already the second day of your coma."

The second day!!!

Bertel immediately sat up and glared at the orc beside him: "How is the trade competition between tribes? Did our tribe lose?"

Bertel suddenly felt like he shouldn’t have eaten all of the Beast God Fruit. He had been unconscious for such a long time due to the Watson Tribe’s plot. Without a single evolved orc, it would be strange if the Gru Tribe could win.

The orc shook his head: "Don’t worry, because of your coma, the Divine Tree Clan has postponed the start of the trade meeting until tomorrow."

After speaking, the orc left the tent and returned with a piece of tender beast meat for Bertel: "This is a Snow Beast hunted by our tribe today. You should eat some food first."

Upon seeing the tender beast meat, a wave of extreme hunger surged through Bertel’s stomach. He grabbed the meat from the orc’s hand and started tearing into it with a wild abandon.

The orc melted some snow water in a stone bowl and placed it in front of the ravenous Bertel, continuing: "Today, two of the smaller tribes that previously joined the Monte Tribe have decided to join us. They must have seen how much the Divine Tree Clan values you and realized that siding with you is the correct choice."

A triumphant look flashed in Bertel’s eyes: "I saw the Clan Leader of the Divine Tree Clan. Plus, our tribe trades so many goods with the Divine Tree Clan every year. A small Watson Tribe can’t compare with me."

Bertel looked at the orc: "Did the Divine Tree Clan deal with the Watson Tribe?"

The orc shook his head, a puzzled look in his eyes: "No, they only announced the postponement of the trading conference."

Bertel furrowed his brow in thought, then sinisterly laughed: "It must be Meng Zhuo, that old fox. He must have said something to the people of the Divine Tree Clan."

(Meng Zhuo: "!!! I have been behaving and staying in my tent, I didn’t go anywhere. Don’t arbitrarily pin this on me.")

Bertel waved his hand dismissively: "Go, inform the tribe that I’ve awakened. In tomorrow’s trade competition, we must secure first place."

The orc nodded excitedly, cleared away the remnants of Bertel’s meal, and then left the tent to spread the message.

Bertel was left alone in his tent, self-satisfied about his importance to the trading meeting and the Divine Tree Clan.

On the other end, Meng Zhuo, who had only returned to his own tent in his tribe after partying late into the night, just upon entering his tent, he was met with several pairs of eyes, quite confused: "Why aren’t you all sleeping? What are you doing lingering in my tent?"

Meng Tai was extremely helpless with his headstrong father. For some reason, his reliable and authoritative father had been treading down a strange path ever since he met Chief Ge Xing.

"Father, did you meet with the Divine Tree Clan today?" Meng Tai asked anxiously.

Meng Zhuo waved his hand dismissively: "No, I just stayed in the Watson Tribe with the three group leaders for a while, then came straight back."

"Did Shaman Ji Nuan say anything...?" Another orc jumped to his feet anxiously.