Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Looking at the orc beside him, he said, "Come, let’s go to my father’s tent."

Inside Nakula’s tent.

As Nakula stared at the milky white fruit in front of him, his heart was filled with a struggle. Should he let Namila eat this fruit?

Even if females consume the Beast God Fruit, they do not necessarily gain special abilities. However, males will definitely evolve into stronger orcs after eating it. But Namila is his only child...

He sighed. This was a tough decision.

"Father!" As Nakula was pondering over Namila, his voice came from outside the tent. Nakula hurriedly stashed away the Beast God Fruit in front of him. Just as he put it into his breast pocket, Namila pushed the tent curtain and walked in with a gentle orc.

She plopped herself down on the beast skin cushion opposite her father and said with a secretive smile, "Father, I have some very, very good news to tell you."

Seeing the mysterious smile on his daughter’s face, Nakula’s irritations ran away a little and he burst into laughter, "You little rascal! If you have something to say, just say it. What’s with the mystery?"

Namila gave a hee-hee laugh, looked at the orc by her side and said, "Tell father what you heard today."

The orc nodded and relayed what he had heard about the Gru Tribe on the big tree today to Nakula.

It can only be said that like father, like daughter. Nakula’s late reaction was exactly the same as Namila’s, and the gleam in his eyes couldn’t have been more obvious.

The Nacha Tribe is currently the strongest tribe in the depths of the Kunteng Mountain Forest. If they say a tree is bent, no tribe would dare to say it’s straight. However, things are different now. The collapse of the four mountain ranges has removed all obstacles in the forests. If they can incorporate Ya Tribe’s forest into their territory and absorb all the smaller tribes around them...

Thinking about the future of the Nacha Tribe, Nakula wished he could jump up and laugh out loud.

He looked at the gentle orc: "Well done, you have brought important news to the tribe. It seems that out of all Namila’s partners, you’re the only one who’s of some use."

Hearing her father talking about her other partners, Namila pouted unhappily: "Father, my other partners are also good, don’t talk about them that way."

Nakula pointed at his daughter, who was so fond of good-looking orcs, lost for words.

Finally, he glared at her and said: "Have your partner keep an eye on the orcs from the Gru Tribe. Before that, snatch the Beast God Fruit from their hands."

Namila laughed and complied, running out of the tent with the gentle orc.

In the tent, Nakula took out the Beast God Fruit from his breast pocket, a determined spark flashed in his eyes, and he headed towards the shaman’s tent.

"Shaman, are you there?"

After a long while, a somewhat old voice came from the tent: "Is that Nakula? Come in."

With the shaman’s permission, Nakula lifted the beast skin curtain and walked in. A strong scent of herbs hit him causing Nakula to frown slightly.

The shaman in the tent looked at him and laughed happily: "Still the same as when you were a cub, not liking the smell of herbs."

Nakula scratched his head, took out the Beast God Fruit from his bosom, and sat on the beast skin across from the shaman: "I want to consume this Beast God Fruit. I hope you can watch."

The shaman’s somewhat drooping eyelids twitched: "You want to consume a second Beast God Fruit?"