Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Who cares about right or wrong? Agree first and then debate. They can’t let the Monte Tribe, these hard-shell beast cubs, take back all the Beast God Fruits. Even if they themselves don’t get it, they can’t let the Monte Tribe monopolize the resources, fostering a Gru Tribe, can they?

They all nodded in agreement; the clan leaders managed to push their acting skills to the limit.

"It’s too dangerous. When my mate was gestating, she craved sweet water. My other companions and I went to fetch it but ended up not only failing to get any sweet water, but all of my companions also died. Only I returned, surviving because the Shaman saved me with Divine Wood Powder," a Clan Leader dramatically retold, teary-eyed.

The young orc sitting behind him couldn’t bear to look, lowering his head. His father was really shameless. His mother only had him as a companion.

Were those deceased companions that you speak of figments of your imagination due to your dull love life?

I am going to tell mother to deal with you when we get back.

Another Leader also nodded: "Yes, a cub from our tribe got sick and wanted the sweet water of the buzzing insects. Her fathers went to find it for her and never returned."

"Indeed, it’s far more dangerous than hunting. The many who venture, they all ended up dead. Not a single one could return."

The Clan Leaders were vigorously trying to upset the Monte Tribe’s trade. The old tree-man sternly glared at Meng Zhuo from the side: "Did you really have to sacrifice many orcs to get these two buzzing insect nests?"

Meng Zhuo, being confronted by the leaders’ terrific performances, returned to his senses, shaking his head stating: "Absolutely not, we didn’t lose a single orc in obtaining these nests. I swear to Lord Beast God."

Bertel sneered: "Your Monte Tribe is willing to do anything for the Beast God Fruits, even going as far as swearing to Lord Beast God."

Looking at the aggressive Bertel, Meng Tai finally couldn’t help but stand up. He turned to the old tree-man: "This uncle, these nests were given to us by Shaman Ji Nuan of the Watson Tribe. Shaman Ji Nuan has a potion that can make an orc lose its ability to move instantly."

Giving a sidelong glance at Bertel as he continues speaking, "I believe no one knows better than Chief Bertel the power of this potion. At that time, when Chief Bertel went to create trouble in the Watson tribe, Shaman Ji Nuan used this potion to put Bertel, a second-level orc, to sleep for a whole day."

Ignoring Bertel’s ashen face, he continued: "Shaman Ji Nuan used this potion to incapacitate those buzzing insects just as it did to the second-level orc, Chief Bertel, and gained their nests without injuring a single orc."

Bertel cut in: "How do you know that the potion works on the buzzing insects as well?"

Unexpectedly, the old tree man, on hearing the name of Shaman Ji Nuan, felt relieved: "So it’s Shaman Ji Nuan. Why didn’t you say earlier? How could an orc like Shaman Ji Nuan do something that neglects the lives of other orcs?"

Evidence of trust was apparent on his face.

Meng Tai fell silent. It appeared that his long speech was less effective than simply dropping the name of Shaman Ji Nuan.

The clan leaders looked with contempt at the old tree man who had a look of satisfaction at the mention of Shaman Ji Nuan’s name: Hypocrite!!!