Chapter 1071: The 1070th long,
"Turtle Priest, after you return, please seek out Shaman Ji Nuan as soon as possible and ask her about our food trade agreement."
The Turtle Priest nodded upon hearing this: "Alright, I visited the Watson Tribe’s camp before I left, but Captain Bosson, who was in charge there, told me that Shaman Ji Nuan also went to the grand trade fair, and she won’t return until after it’s finished."
"Lord Priest, our Aquatic Tribe’s crisis has been resolved; do we still need to exchange food with those Land Beastmen?"
Elyle couldn’t help but speak up.
The Whale Priest frowned and looked at him: "The food exchange is a prearranged agreement between our Giant Whale Tribe and the Watson Tribe; what does it have to do with you?"
His words were quite impolite, causing Elyle to stop speaking with an embarrassed expression.
Seeing that Elyle had stopped talking, the Whale Priest then shifted his gaze back to the Turtle Priest: "If Shaman Ji Nuan says that the food trade is still valid, come back and inform me. I’ll personally go and negotiate with Shaman Ji Nuan."
The Turtle Priest nodded to indicate he understood.
With their increased strength and the provision of two precious porcelain items to the Giant Whale Tribe, the Tortoise Tribe’s status in the hearts of the Giant Whale Tribe had risen a notch.
The Alligator Priest sat to the side with a defeated look, knowing that the Tortoise Tribe and theirs were no longer on the same level.
Under Bowman and the elder priest’s care, nothing went awry in the sub-tribe, and all affairs proceeded in an orderly manner.
Shaman Ji Nuan gave two Beast God Fruits to Bowman and Hei Tu, but she did not give any to the elder priest.
Though the elderly orcs of the Gru Tribe had joined the Watson Tribe, their hearts were still most concerned with the old Gru Tribe; joining the Watson Tribe was only for the sake of the tribe’s younger Beastmen and cubs.
Now that they had returned to their old tribal territory, who could guarantee they wouldn’t have other thoughts?
So...
Glancing at the elder priest’s excited and aged face, Ji Nuan sighed and turned to leave.
Fu Yi was still left in the sub-tribe to manage its affairs.
Ji Nuan led the remaining Beastmen back to the coastal camp.
With Captain Bosson’s great idea, they managed to produce salt several times faster; the salt harvested from the salt ponds even exceeded the quantity produced by boiling.
The first thing Ji Nuan did upon arrival was to take out a Beast God Fruit in front of all the Beastmen and reward it to Bosson.
Bosson grinned until his eyes were nearly invisible; he put the Beast God Fruit into his mouth, chomped on it a few times, and swallowed.
Soon after, his aura began to rise tumultuously, and it became increasingly intense.
Ya Li pursed his lips, giving Ji Nuan a pitiable look after another.
But casting sultry glances at the blind might be the best way to describe Ya Li’s current plight; Ji Nuan simply didn’t catch on.
"Tribesfolk, if you have any good ideas in the future, you can come to me for approval. Just like this time, where Bosson came up with the idea of making salt from evaporation, which contributed to the tribe obtaining more salt, so I am rewarding him with a Beast God Fruit.
Do you understand?"
The Beastmen’s cheeks flushed with excitement, howling in response.
Ya Li didn’t say anything more, knowing their luck wasn’t as good as Bosson’s.
Hmph, just you wait, he was an orc barely short of becoming a shaman; could he not surpass that goof Bosson?
"Shaman, not long after you left, the Turtle Priest and Chief Gui Zhuangzhuang came looking for you, saying they had matters to discuss with you."