Chapter 1058 - 1057: Traveling Shaman
"Hello, I am Chief Ge Xing of the Watson Tribe." He stepped forward, making a very polite self-introduction.
The orc seemed somewhat surprised to meet such a chieftain, but just nodded slightly: "Shaman Harry of the Ancient Wood Tribe."
Hearing this, Ge Xing paused, somewhat surprised as he took another look at the orc opposite him, not expecting the other party to be a shaman.
When facing a shaman, the least one could do was to show proper courtesy.
He bowed: "Shaman Harry."
Harry seemed quite accustomed to such situations.
The curve of his mouth did not change by a fraction: "It’s like this, I’m out on a journey, and I happened to hear that your great exchange meeting was about to begin. I was just thinking of taking a look, but the red fruit trees up ahead are very dangerous, and one of my tribespeople has died there.
I wonder if your tribe has a way to get past, and if you could tell us."
There are many shamans out on journeys on the roads, and given the esteemed status of shamans, no continent wishes for a shaman from their tribe to lose their life on a mere journey.
Thus, there is an unspoken rule among the various tribes on the continent, which is to respect and take care of the traveling shamans.
This rule is mutual; if our tribal shaman visits your tribe and is cared for, then when your tribal shaman visits our tribe, we too will take care of him.
This significantly reduced the incidents of shamans dying on their journeys.
No matter how great the enmity, it would not implicate a traveling shaman.
So Harry knew that making such a request, the other party would definitely agree.
But unexpectedly, Ge Xing hesitated and then looked somewhat troubled at Shaman Harry: "I will have to ask our Shaman before I can reply to you."
The smile on Harry’s lips froze; he did not expect that the other party’s group would actually have a shaman with them.
Generally, shamans do not attend big exchange meetings, because Beast God Mountain is too dangerous.
He nodded: "Alright, I will wait here for news from the Ghost Tribe shaman."
Ge Xing nodded and turned to walk back to his group.
Harry turned to glance at Otto, and the orc knowingly moved to stand by his side.
"Just now, that chieftain told me there is a shaman in their group."
Otto’s eyebrows slightly lifted, bringing a shaman to the exchange meeting; this tribe surely is bold.
Although talking, their gazes remained fixed on Chief Ge Xing.
Seeing him bowing to a slender, very beautiful little female, both of their hearts were somewhat shocked.
A female shaman, and such a young one at that!
"Uncle Ge Xing, what did that orc say?" Ji Nuan sat on Xiu Yan’s back.
Chief Ge Xing smiled and glanced at the young orc still waiting: "That orc turns out to be a shaman out on a journey. He said one of his tribespeople died because of encountering the Fire Seed Fruit Tree, so he wants to ask if we can help them to attend the big exchange meeting."
Ji Nuan narrowed her eyes: "Do you know which tribe they are from?"
Chief Ge Xing frowned: "He says they are from the Ancient Wood Tribe, but I have not heard of this tribe’s name."
The Ancient Wood Tribe?
"Probably some unknown Ruffian Tribe." Chief Meng Zhuo joined in.