Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"Clan Leader, the trade meeting is about to begin, why call us over now?" Inside Bertel’s tent of the Gru Tribe sat a group of Orcs, with Bertel himself lazily lounging in the center.

Summoning his strength to sit up, he glanced at the few tribesmen below him, "This competition didn’t go too well for our tribe, I’m afraid we won’t be able to retain our position as the number one trading tribe."

A few Orcs looked at each other, thinking Bertel was going to berate them, they hurriedly stood up and nervously said, "Clan Leader, we really did our best in this competition, but there are too few evolved Orcs in our tribe. The other tribes had evolved Orcs and with you injured and not participating, it led to our downfall..."

What Bertel hated most was hearing this kind of talk. Didn’t these old fellows think he consumed two Beast God Fruits without sharing just because he felt like it?

But did they ever consider that it was his strength that had secured the current status of the Gru Tribe?

He waved his hand impatiently, "I know that. You don’t need to remind me repeatedly. Even though we weren’t able to trade for the Beast God Fruit from the Divine Wood Tree during this big trade meeting, we must still get our hands on it."

The Orcs exchanged glances, shocked, "What do you mean?"

Bertel gave a sinister grin, "I’ve seen the rankings already. With the help of the Watson Tribe, the Monte Tribe is bound to take the position of the primary trading tribe. All we have to do is ambush them on their way back to Lamu Mountain, snatch the Beast God Fruit they’ve traded for. This time, I won’t need a single Beast God Fruit, all of them will belong to the Orcs of the tribe."

Murmurs of astonishment filled the tent. The Orcs hadn’t expected Bertel of all people to be so generous.

"How about it? Who wants to take a chance? Maybe the Beast God Fruit will belong to you or your children," Bertel coaxed.

The eyes of the Orcs were resolute as they chorused, "We will obey the Clan Leader’s orders."

A glint of coldness flitted across Bertel’s eyes as he nodded in agreement.

"Clan Leader." A voice called from outside the tent.

Bertel frowned, impatiently saying, "Come in."

The Orc hurriedly lifted the Beast Skin curtain and entered.

"Speak, what is it?"

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the Orc’s voice, "We received news from outside today. An Orc from the Watson Tribe went missing last night, the Lightning Mink Cat Beast Orc who previously helped Dashi and the Gray Bear Tribe."

Bertel’s expression darkened. After the conflict, he had with the Watson Tribe yesterday he hadn’t expected this to happen today. Could it be that some tribe was intentionally stirring up trouble, trying to pin the blame on the Gru Tribe?

He turned serious, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

All the Orcs looked dumbfounded, shaking their heads, "We didn’t do it. We’re not evolved Orcs, that Lightning Mink is unbelievably fast, we couldn’t catch him even if we tried."

Bertel let out a sigh of relief, recalling the scorching heat from yesterday that felt like he was about to melt. The lesson was deeply ingrained in him.

If he obtained the Beast God Fruit again and increased his power, then...

A shadow flickered in his eyes...

Xiu Yan, I will let you experience what it’s like to be beaten and held down.

Ge Xing, who was squatting outside the tent, pricked his ears. So it wasn’t this Bertel, huh?