Chapter 480 - 479, The Dominant Old Tree Man _1
The old treeman handed the sweet sap of the buzzing insects to a young treemen behind him and lightly patted Meng Zhuo’s shoulder with a smile, "Does your tribe have a good relationship with Shaman Ji Nuan’s Watson Tribe?"
His tone was downright fawning in comparison to his previous aloofness and arrogance, which left all the Orc Clan Leaders staring agape in disbelief.
Meng Zhuo looked a bit flustered, nodding repeatedly, "Shaman Ji Nuan and his group were invited by our Monte Tribe to participate in the big trading meeting this time, because my son received help from the Watson Tribe when he previously went to the Eneru Mountain Forest. Therefore, even though the Watson Tribe isn’t really a tribe that would normally partake in the big trading meeting, we invited them to come witness it."
The old treeman’s eyes lit up, his gaze toward Meng Zhuo growing more kindly, "Good invite, good invite indeed! The Monte Tribe is a good tribe."
Bertel looked at the special treatment Meng Zhuo was getting from the old treeman with a face full of envy, his eyes almost red. He stepped forward a bit, "Uncle, this Beast God Fruit is usually shared with other tribes each year. If we give all of it to the Monte Tribe this year, won’t all our tribes’ efforts be in vain?"
The leaders of the other tribes also appeared anxious, looking at the old treeman expectantly.
The old treeman merely huffed coldly, "Didn’t you all allow a handful of other tribes to make the exchange in the past because you couldn’t consume all the Beast God Fruits? Now that Meng Zhuo’s tribe has prepared enough goods to exchange for all the Beast God Fruits, we ought naturally to trade all of them."
Bertel still wanted to reason, "But this..."
The old treeman sharply interrupted him, "Less prattle. If you talk more nonsense, the Gru Tribe shouldn’t bother to participate in the next big trading meeting."
The old treeman was a grudge holder after all and Bertel was the Orc who instigated the young ones in his tribe to trouble Shaman Ji Nuan yesterday!
Bertel’s face turned unspeakably ugly. As the one who always boasted about being the strongest in the Orc Tribe, this was the first time he had been treated so rudely in public. One could imagine his anger.
Meng Tai carefully wrapped up the Beast God Fruit with a large leaf and placed it in his bosom. Joy was etched all over his face and he couldn’t hide it even if he tried.
The tribal chiefs around him could only sigh in disappointment, and gloomily turn to return to their own tribes.
On the other side at the Watson Tribe’s camp, Mu Chun, along with the treeman youngster and Fu Yi, arrived at the tent area to find not a single Orc in sight. Puzzled, he said, "Today is the start of the big trading meeting, why isn’t there a single orc here? Did they all go out to participate in the trading meeting?"
Fu Yi went around a few tents and found that only the fire pit in the tent at the front was hot. So, were all the tribal members gathered in one tent?
"Fu Yi?" two very familiar voices sounded in his ears. Fu Yi turned to see Ya Li and Clan Leader Ge Xing rushing in hurriedly from outside.
"Ya Li? Uncle Clan Leader? Why isn’t there a single beast in the tribe?" Fu Yi said somewhat excitedly.
Clan Leader Ge Xing came over and patted him on the head, "You little fella, where have you run off to? You had us all worried sick. Yesterday we were injured by Bertel from the Gru Tribe, and then you disappeared. We thought something had happened to you, so first thing in the morning today, everyone has been out looking for you."