Chapter 1081 - 1080, Too Magical
The young Orc nodded at the words, stretched his arm backward and grabbed several soft leaves, wiped his bottom clean before fastening his Beast Skin and walked over to the big vat.
He lifted a Hard Fruit Shell that hung by the vat, scooped some water and poured it into the pit.
Under everyone’s surprised gaze, that big lump was smoothly carried away and disappeared from sight.
The Orcs from Shansen and the Mountain Tribe’s eyes brightened even more, wow, this was truly magical.
As the first creature to enjoy this convenience called the toilet, the young Orc was quite proud, lifting his chin and receiving envious glances from his tribesmen one after another.
The member of the Watson Tribe in charge twitched his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Boy, being so nonchalant about exposing your bottom in public, squatting in the bushes in front of dozens of Orcs with neither blush nor heartbeat, you are surprisingly skilled and have quite the strong mental fortitude.
Surely, he was destined for great things.
He then took them to the dining hall, telling them if they had any matters, they could find them at the place just registered.
It was then that the Orcs bid their farewell and left.
Such scenarios were still plentiful on the beach.
The living areas of the Aquatic Tribe were also quite magical, with their beds having turned into individual bathtubs, where lying comfortably and taking a nap was unspeakably cozy.
The trade meeting had not yet started, but the preparations by the Watson Tribe were increasingly regarded highly in the hearts of the other tribes.
Previously boastful smaller tribes from the Nia Forest had even begun to feel some regret.
Early the next morning, members of various tribes woke up en masse.
Shansen also led his fellow tribespeople to the dining hall.
Today not many Orcs came to the dining hall, but those who were eating there, like them, held delicately polished Hard Fruit Shells in their hands.
Each team leader at the tables also wore a small Beast Skin bag around their waist.
Shansen touched the small bag at his waist, which contained little blue beads that gleamed moistly and were etched with patterns he could not understand.
Approaching the place where food was kept, Shansen counted out thirty-two beads from the bag at his waist: "Thirty-two servings."
In the canteen, each serving was the same, a full Hard Fruit Shell of fragrant stir-fried vegetables, and the food was a serving of purple fruit rice wrapped in big leaves.
One serving of that purple fruit rice was enough to fill an Orc.
Of course, if one wasn’t full, they could ask for another serving.
Of course, that would require more beads.
The food for the thirty or so Orcs was placed into three large backpack baskets, and Shansen and the Orcs carried the food toward the tents.
Along the way, the food in the backpack baskets continuously emitted tempting fragrances, and sounds of Orcs from unfamiliar tribes swallowing saliva were heard all around.
Upon returning to the tent, Shansen signaled for his tribespeople to let down the tent’s curtains, blocking the view of the outside Orcs.
Only then did they take the servings of food out and place them on the table, distributed them properly, and Shansen smiled at everyone: "Eat up, once we’re done we’ll set up the stalls."
The Orcs exclaimed lowly and began to eat heartily with their spoons.
With the first bite, all the Orcs simultaneously widened their eyes, incredulously looking at the food in their hands, then at their similarly surprised tribespeople.
The movements of their spoons quickened even more.
Delicious, so delicious, how could there be such delicious food.