Chapter 573: Both of me want the fatty tribute duck

After dealing with the medicine shaman, the other small and medium tribes smacked their lips in satisfaction and dispersed.

Wu Yue then led the medicine shaman over to a stall on the other side of the Snow Moon Tribe.

On the dark stone platform lay rolls of snow‑white, soft fabric.

The healing shaman, a bit flustered, hurried to the edge of the stone platform and stretched out his trembling hands.

The Snow Moon Tribe members nearby, seeing this, glanced awkwardly at Wu Yue standing to the side, for these fabrics must not be touched—white material picks up stains too easily.

But then his own shaman gave him a calm look; the male nodded silently and stood quietly behind the stone platform.

The healing shaman's hand, about to touch the fabric, halted a palm's width away; he exhaled heavily a few times before exclaiming in astonishment: "It's truly not in vain that I came, Wu Yue—you've given me such a great surprise; I didn't expect such a precious tribe to still exist."

Heaven knows, the wizard's robe Wu Yue had given me earlier was snatched away by our grand shaman as soon as I got back to the tribe.

Wu Yue walked forward smiling, took a palm‑sized piece of cloth from the edge of the stone platform, and handed it to him: "Feel it—this cloth is the same as the garment I gave you before, only undyed."

The healing shaman took the fabric she handed over; its soft feel was even more comforting than the skin of a newborn beastling in the tribe.

He stroked it over and over, unable to bear letting go.

"Wu Yue, you've placed these fabrics here—are they also meant for trade?"

Seeing his incredulous expression, Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "Take them out and put them on the trading table—of course they're for trade."

She glanced at the excited healing shaman: "If you'd like, I can also dye it for you."

Of course, I can only dye it for you, since the dyeing materials are extremely precious.

The healing shaman opened his mouth, wanting to say he would prepare the materials himself and the Snow Moon Tribe only needed to handle the dyeing.

But the next moment he came to his senses: dyed garments are extremely precious—you might not get one even by trading precious items, and the Snow Moon Tribe would never reveal their dyeing materials.

Although regrettable, the thought of still being able to own a dyed garment lifted his spirits again.

He excitedly turned toward the stone platform behind him, waved his hand, and declared: "I'll take all these fabrics—you can't trade them to any other tribe."

Wu Yue's lips curled into a pleased smile: "Of course."

In fact, these 'luxury items' I've put out are beyond the reach of any tribe here except two super‑tribes that are suckers.

"Let's talk about the trade items later when we get back; I also have something good here—do you want it, shaman?"

The healing shaman, whose mind was wholly fixed on the fabric, found it hard to tear his gaze away upon hearing this, and looked at her curiously.

Wu Yue walked toward the opposite house with a smile: "You need to go inside to see this item."

The healing shaman eyed the pitch‑black house across the way and followed her inside.

This house was unlike the dwellings of the Snow Moon Tribe—its walls had no openings, and without light the interior was very dim.

Suddenly a point of light flared up like the morning sun, illuminating the modest house.

Looking at the white stick, two fingers wide, in Wu Yue's hand, a flame burned at its top.

"Is this… a fire seed?"

The healing shaman asked doubtfully, wondering if Wu Yue had summoned him just to show him this tiny fire seed.

Although in some remote small tribes a fire seed can still be quite precious and rare, for the super‑tribes they already have dedicated keepers of the fire seed, so seeing this speck smaller than a fingertip didn't impress them much.

Wu Yue shook her head with a smile: "It's not a fire seed; it's a candle, made specially for lighting. Light it and place it indoors, and we can see our surroundings even at night."

After she spoke, she noticed that neither the healing shaman nor the Beastman Warriors behind him showed any interest in the candle.

"What's going on?" she thought. In her view, a candle that brings light at night should be more precious than fabric.

But looking at their reactions, they didn't seem to value it much.

The healing shaman chuckled: "Is this candle meant for those outside small and medium tribes? We who cultivate shamanic power and the Beastman Warriors don't need it—nighttime has no effect on us."

Wu Yue's face stiffened as she realized she had overlooked something: this world is different from the one she came from.

Shamans, Beastman Warriors, and even Half‑Beast Warriors can see at night; only pure humans need a fire seed to light the darkness.

But each tribe's patrols are usually carried out by Half‑Beast and Beastman Warriors, so pure humans who can't see in the dark simply stay inside after nightfall.

So the intended audience for these candles is pure humans—but thinking about the price I set for them…

Well, that's really not very people‑friendly at all.

"This is a candle: lit at night and placed in a sheltered spot, it illuminates the surroundings so pure humans can see the scenery."

One candle, lit with a fire seed, can burn for a long time; if not used, it can simply be blown out.

She came to the doorway, exhaled gently, and the candle let out a wisp of blue smoke—the flame had been blown out.

"As long as you light it when you need it, this candle can last a very long time."

The healing shaman took the candle with keen interest, examined it briefly, and said: "I want this candle too."

Seeing Wu Yue look at him doubtfully, the healing shaman laughed heartily: "I myself don't really need it, but my descendants aren't shamans; many of the shamans' and Beastman Warriors' children in the tribe are pure humans, so these candles are surely what they'd want most."

Those pure‑human descendants of shamans and Beastman Warriors, living under the protection of powerful backing, also lead good lives.

He will take these candles back, and those pure humans will surely be willing to spend goods in exchange.

Wu Yue's eyes lit up. Indeed, no matter which world, there will never be a lack of those extravagant "hao" beings.

Having witnessed the items at the Snow Moon Tribe's trade fair, the healing shaman grew ever more impressed with himself, became ever more convinced that the Snow Moon Tribe was far more complex than it appeared, and firmed up his resolve to cultivate a good relationship with Wu Yue and her group.

"Haha, Wu Yue, I never imagined I could come away with so many precious items this time—you guys are truly amazing."