Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

As they watched their strangely expressive faces, the Orc couldn’t help but laugh: "Don’t think we’re trying to make things difficult for you."

Shansen and the tribespeople behind him had a look on their faces as if they had already figured him out: "Isn’t that the case?"

The Orc wasn’t annoyed, he just spread his hands: "Think about it, the beach area isn’t that big, and there are a lot of Orcs attending the trade event this time, not just us Land BeastmOrcen but also many from the Aquatic Tribe. If everyone starts squatting in bushes here.

It’d be everywhere... you know, maybe one day you switch food in the cafeteria, head back to your tent to eat, and end up stepping on who knows whose... err..."

The Orc himself looked a bit sick and couldn’t continue; it was kind of disgusting.

Behind him, Shansen and other Orcs pictured that scene of everywhere... in their minds, it was too wonderful, their faces turned green.

Wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the crowd of Orcs nodded in unison: "Got it, got it, we’ll come here, and definitely won’t squat in the bushes randomly."

The Orc chuckled and waved them over: "Come, let me show you inside."

Seeing the strange expressions on the Orcs, he chuckled: "Don’t worry, don’t worry, this place is cleaned by Orcs every day, and there are odor-removing herbs provided by Shaman, it doesn’t smell at all."

Sure enough, as they rounded this big log cabin, there was a tent set up at the entrance with a table and two old Orcs sitting on chairs.

Both old Orcs were disabled; one was missing an arm, the other, half a leg, they were leisurely sitting there, chatting from time to time, bursting into hearty laughter.

There was nothing like the defeated, waiting-to-die appearance of the disabled Orcs in their own Tribe, full of vitality.

"Uncles, it seems pretty laid back today."

The leading Orc from Watson Tribe greeted the two old Orcs.

The old Orcs laughed loudly: "It’s you, kid. It’s only the first day of the trade event, not many Orcs yet, brought them to take a look?"

The Orc chuckled and nodded: "Yes, indeed."

The old Orc with half a leg waved his hand: "Then you better get going, don’t delay the business."

The Orc grinned and nodded, continuing to lead Shansen and the others into the log cabin.

Contrary to their expectations, the log cabin was exceptionally clean.

Under the ceiling were a row of holes slanting downwards, the surroundings seemed to be smeared with something, looking very smooth.

The Orc walked forward, squatted over one of the holes, then looked at Shansen and the others: "Just like this, the same as when we squat in the bushes, just squat in this hole."

Then he walked to a few big jars near the front wall: "After you’re done squatting, just use the water in here to flush down what you’ve squatted out."

Shansen and the other Orcs watched all these miraculous things with sparkling eyes.

A younger Orc came out, looking a bit embarrassed at the Orc from Watson Tribe: "Brother, can I try it out?"

The Orc awkwardly nodded.

The young Orc walked forward with a joyful face, undid his Beast Skin, and squatted down.

A few satisfying sounds later, as the young Orc was preparing to stand up, he looked hesitantly at the Orc from Watson Tribe: "What do I use to wipe this...?"

The Orc’s face turned awkward, pointing to a small basket hanging on the wall behind him: "There are leaves in there."