Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Layla looked at the bemused Serra Tribe members across from her, "Does everyone remember how the old Clan Leader and the previous Shaman died?"

The Orcs glanced at each other for a moment before responding, "I remember it was because a severe snake epidemic occurred in the tribe, a lot of really poisonous snakes. Many Orcs were killed that time, even the old Clan Leader and the previous Shaman were bitten by snakes while trying to save others, leading to their successive deaths."

"I recall too, that sight was absolutely terrifying, and it scared me from sleeping for a long time, in fear those snakes would return."

Layla cast a sarcastic glance at the elderly shaman, whose face has taken on a ghastly pallor, then continued, "Does everyone remember the old Clan Leader’s mate? The female who came from the Gray Bear Tribe in the Eneru Forest?"

A female standing at the back shivered, stammering, "Bear sister also seems to have been bitten to death by a snake."

"That’s right, I remember too, when she died, her whole body was black and it looked very painful."

Layla raised her finger, pointed at the extremely uncomfortable-looking old shaman, "The old shaman had always cherished a barrel covered by beast skin. We went in there before but he wouldn’t let us see, and he definitely wouldn’t let us close to it."

She smiled, "But we were still curious. This barrel existed even before I became a Shaman Disciple. Could it be that it holds something more precious than the Beast God Fruit?"

So, one day when the shaman wasn’t around, I secretly lifted the beast skin covering the barrel."

However, what was inside was not a treasure of rare herbs."

She looked back at the Orcs of the Serra Tribe, "It was a large snake, and it was a poisonous snake. One that he had been raising for many years. I also found Amu’s Beast Fang Necklace in that barrel, which had been missing for many years."

"Shut up! You’re making this all up! There was no poisonous snake! Everything you’re saying is fabricated!" The old shaman shrieked hysterically, his panic evident in his eyes.

Layla didn’t say anything more, but waved her hand. Two orcs walked out from behind the group, one carrying the barrel and the other holding a long wooden stick.

The orc holding the barrel walked forward and placed the barrel slightly in front of Layla, the orc with the stick following suit. He swiftly flicked the beast skin off the top, before expertly flicking out a snake, as thick as an orc’s arm, his target clear - it was directed at the old shaman.

The Serra Tribe members seeing the thick poisonous snake about to fall on the old shaman, instantly moved to rescue him.

But they were held back by their companions, "Don’t go, the snake has no intention of killing the shaman."

His companion was stunned at these words and widened his eyes to look.

As expected, the snake obediently coiled itself around the old shaman’s shoulder and its head affectionately rubbed against his old, wrinkled face.

Layla produced an old, broken Beast Fang Necklace, "This is Amu’s, isn’t it? In fact, you were the one who killed the old Clan Leader, the previous Shaman, and Amu, weren’t you?"

As soon as these words left her mouth, the Serra Tribe stirred into an uproar, staring incredulously at the old shaman who stood in silence.

"Shaman, you should say something. We believe in you. You would never do such a thing, right... uh!"