Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Namila stared unblinkingly at the small beast skin pouch in Ola’s hand, "No need, what talk of repaying between us? Just help heal me with the powder from the Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves."

Ola laughed softly and nodded, "That is what I meant by repaying."

With that, she carefully pinched out some pale green powder and sprinkled it on Namila’s back.

Namila felt the fiery pain on her back vanish instantly, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

At that moment, Ola and the Orcs behind her watched Namila’s healing wound with a strange smile, as it visibly mended at a rapid pace.

Until finally, only a faint scar was left.

Namila climbed out from the rather uncomfortable grass nest, eyeing the rough spot with disdain.

She turned to Ola, who had already stepped aside, unable to hide the joy in her eyes, "Thank you, Ola. If it weren’t for you, who knows when my wound would have healed."

Ola lowered her head with a lazy laugh, flicking her nails, "Since you’re healed, follow me. My brother is a rough Orc. How could such a place be suitable for a delicate female like you?"

Without waiting, she started walking towards the mouth of the cave.

After a moment’s thought, Namila bit her lip and followed behind Ola, believing that Ola, whom she had helped so much, wouldn’t harm her.

But in the days that followed, Namila often wished she could kick herself for her decision.

Ola led Namila deeper into the tribe, and Namila began to grow suspicious, "Ola, why have you moved here? It’s quite remote."

Ola didn’t turn back, her voice carrying a hint of loss, "I am no longer the Tribal Chief anymore, and after what I’ve done, I certainly can’t stay in the original cave."

Continuing forward,

after about an hour, they reached a cave bustling with Orc activity, who enthusiastically greeted them upon their arrival.

The Orcs’ gazes towards Namila were especially fervent.

This fed Namila’s vanity, prompting her to lift her chin and reveal her slender neck.

The surrounding Orcs even swallowed their saliva, their eyes gleaming green.

"Ola, who is this?" asked an older-looking Orc, stepping forward.

Ola smiled, "This is Namila, the child of the Nacha Tribe Chief I told you about."

The Orcs nearby came forward, greeting Namila warmly.

Watching Namila surrounded by Orcs, Ola’s eyes filled with mockery.

The older Orc who had spoken earlier came over, his eyes lecherously gleaming, "Just this one?"

Namila shot him a glance, "This is the only one. If you want offspring, watch your strength. If you kill her, there won’t be another."

After saying that, she looked deeply at Namila, who was basking in the Orcs’ flattery, then turned with the Orcs beside her and left.

Once Namila finally managed to send off the surrounding Orcs, she realized Ola had already disappeared.

Frowning, she approached the older Orc, "Where’s Ola?"

The Orc shrugged nonchalantly, "She’s gone."

Namila frowned, turned, and walked toward the direction they had come from, but was surrounded by the Orcs again.