Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The small females in the cave looked at the Orc with eyes full of sparkles. They felt that the Orc’s arm must have received the Shaman’s blessing.

They had heard from the Orcs returning to the tribe that the Shaman merely waved their hand over his injured arm, and in the next moment, the Orc’s arm was able to move again. This had to be a blessing from the Shaman.

Orcs blessed by the Shaman are certain to become powerful Orc Warriors in the future—definitely worth investing early.

Thinking of this, the small females didn’t wait any longer; they all stood up and walked toward the Orc. "Ayan, do you eat fruit? I still have plenty stored away."

"Fruit? I have some too! And mine are fresher than yours. Yours are probably dried out by now."

"Your fruits weren’t even collected by yourself. They were gathered by one of your mates! You already have three mates, and now you’re chasing after Ayan too? Shameless much."

"You shameless beast! How dare you call me shameless? Aren’t you already mated to two Orcs yourself? I’ll kill you!"

Ayan, the Orc, stared in shock at the two females rolling around on the ground, fighting. What was going on?

Weren’t they offering him fruits just a moment ago? How did it suddenly turn into a fight?

While he was still dazed, a soft, tender voice sounded beside him. "Ayan is really popular. They all want you as their mate, you know."

Ayan turned his head to see a slightly frail-looking small female standing behind him, her face flushed red as she looked at him.

It was the first time Ayan had been looked at like this by a female, and he blushed shyly. "How could that be? I’m not even a powerful Orc in the tribe."

The Orc spoke with a hint of disappointment and lowered his head.

In terms of strength within the tribe, he was only middle-ranked. Especially since he had only just reached adulthood, he wasn’t able to hunt a lot of food yet. So since reaching adulthood, no females had ever expressed interest in him or shown willingness to mate with him.

The females in the tribe are limited in number, and they always choose powerful Orcs as their mates. It would never be his turn.

Unexpectedly, the small female smiled gently and cast him a glance, pulling his large hand close and tucking a slightly wilted red fruit into his palm. "I really like you. Would you like to be my mate?"

In that instant, Ayan felt as though he were being roasted on a Fire Seed—his entire body burning hot and close to smoking.

"R-really?" Ayan’s lips trembled as he looked at the small female before him with disbelief.

The small female nodded earnestly. "Yes, really. And if you can make sure I don’t go hungry—if you’re able to hunt enough food—I won’t take any other mates. I’ll only want you."

At this moment, Ayan’s heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

Who would believe that such a precious small female would want to mate with him? And she’d even promise to only have him, as long as he could hunt enough food?

Without thinking, he touched his previously injured arm. Could it truly be that the Shaman had blessed him?

"Please give me a chance. I promise I’ll become stronger and hunt plenty of food for you." Such an opportunity was one no Orc could let slip. Ayan immediately seized the moment to confess and promise.

The small female shyly nodded. "Okay, then I’ll wait to see your performance next year. When the snow and wind stop, you can go and speak to the Clan Leader and the Shaman about our mating."