Chapter 599

A Grand Shaman personally came over to inquire!

Although the Medicine Shaman usually thought he was awesome, this was limited to the Yun Wu Shan Mai territory.

If it were the whole Beast World Continent, who would know what the Medicine Shaman is?

But the father of this young beastman is one of the few shamans renowned across the Beast World Continent for being at the very peak of power.

Thinking that because of him he had lost the slave personally captured by that Grand Shaman, his body involuntarily shuddered.

His gaze at the long curly-haired beastman held a hint of fear: "Um, your clansmen were captured because they helped me, so compensation is needed—I don't know how much goods would satisfy you."

As soon as the Medicine Shaman finished speaking, the long curly-haired beastman pulled out a small white beast skin from his bosom: "I've drawn everything needed on it; just have it ready before I leave—this is my offering to atone to my father."

Upon seeing that white small beast skin, the Medicine Shaman was overjoyed.

That's a beast hide with writing on it, and only the Grand Shaman can read those words.

He took the beast hide, which was only the size of his two palms, with trembling hands: 'This, this... is it for me?'

The long-haired beastman nodded somewhat ruefully: 'Just follow the preparations written above; those few characters on the hide were drawn by my father himself, and I'm giving it to you.'

Having said that, he yawned and staggered out of the tent.

'Sir, are you really going to give that precious beast hide to this shaman?'

After leaving the medicine shaman's tent, a tribesman beside the long-haired beastman whispered: 'Sir, can this little medicine shaman really gather all those items?'

The long-haired beastman lifted his chin, his small eyes showing a bit of pride: 'I already sent people to inquire; in the Yun Wu Shan Mai, the most precious of these items all first come from the medicine shaman.'

Although the Kuma tribe's shamans currently have more of them, we don't need much, and the medicine shaman can still prepare them.

The long-haired beastman left humming an off-key tune, but the medicine shaman inside the tent frowned so hard he seemed about to pull out his already scarce hair.

'Damn curly hair, actually asking me for all this stuff.'

He felt sorry for himself, but if it were back when he was on good terms with the Snow Moon tribe, he naturally wouldn't have cared.

After all, if he ran out, he could just ask the Witch Moon tribe for more.

But now, after his falling out with the Snow Moon tribe, whatever he takes out of his stash just reduces what he has.

Just thinking about losing so much made the joy he'd just felt from receiving the small beast hide fade a little.

'Someone come!'

Although he felt sorry, he dared not skimp on what needed to be prepared.

He ordered his beastfolk subordinates to return to the tribe and prepare the items, but looking at what remained—two items he had only heard of—the medicine shaman's brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a bug.

He rose from the beast hide mat, patted his beast hide clothing, and asked: 'Where is that old geezer, the healing shaman, now?'

The beastman warrior guarding outside the tent hurriedly said respectfully: 'Shaman Sir, tribes have already begun emerging from the forest, and all the shamans are at the forest exit.'

At this moment, splendid tents were set up in the clearing at the edge of the forest.

Each tent represents a shaman or beastman warrior from a supreme tribe, here to select outstanding shamans and beastfolk for their own tribes.

The healing shaman was speaking with a few poison shamans inside his tent; they were all a small team, and the young shamans and beastfolk they recruited would become their tribe's fighting strength, which they naturally valued greatly.

'Shaman Sir, the medicine shaman of the Vine tribe wishes to see you.'

The four inside the tent exchanged glances; the poison shaman's aged cheeks full of impatience: 'What good could that old coot have? Tell him the healing shaman is busy.'

The poison shaman's voice was sharp, and he hadn't lowered his volume at all, so the medicine shaman standing not far from the tent heard it clearly.

'This wrinkled old hag has such a terrible temper.'

The healing shaman gave the poison shaman a warning look, then said: 'Please let the medicine shaman come in.'

Upon hearing that the healing shaman wanted to see him, the medicine shaman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to the Grand Shaman's wrath, that wrinkled old woman's words were nothing to him—he could just brush them off.

But the narrow-minded medicine shaman, upon entering the tent, still shot the poison shaman a look of utter disdain and disgust.

He also ignored the poison shaman fuming with rage nearby, instead turning directly to the healing shaman seated in the middle: 'I heard you have many items from the Snow Moon tribe; I want to trade with you—just tell me what you need.'

Looking at the medicine shaman's face, which seemed as uncomfortable as constipation, the healing shaman first blinked in bewilderment, then his mood cleared as if he'd drunk a sip of snow water in the hottest season.

'Hahaha! Didn't the medicine shaman just get plenty of good stuff from the Witch Moon tribe? Why does he want to trade with me now?'

'You little bastard, you dog, you were arrogant before, and now you're coming to me for help.'

Having long expected the healing shaman to act this way, the medicine shaman had braced himself, but he still felt his chest heave with anger several times before barely suppressing his resentment.

'You know the tribe from the Bai Sha Yan Hai, right? This time, because of some things, I need to prepare some items to give to that tribe's Grand Shaman; if you're willing to trade, I can let you look at this beast hide for a few days.'

He rubbed his forehead as he took out a Beastfolk bao guo from his bosom, opening it layer by layer; inside lay exactly the white small beast hide that the long-haired beastman had given him earlier.

The healing shaman, who had been feeling somewhat pleased that the medicine shaman had come to him for help, instantly rose from the beast hide mat upon seeing that small hide, even taking a few steps forward without thinking.

He looked excitedly at the medicine shaman: 'This... this is a beast hide with writing on it?'

Thinking about having to share the small beast hide he'd obtained with this stinking old man before him, the medicine shaman felt countless reluctances, but for the sake of those two precious items, lending it to the other side for a few days was still possible, since he'd have to return it eventually.

'There are two characters written on this beast hide; I'll lend it to you for three days, and you give me dyed cloth and candles.'

The Witch Moon tribe had also sent him cloth before, but such a precious item, he immediately gave it to his own Grand Shaman upon returning to the tribe.

The healing shaman snorted angrily to calm himself: 'Three days is too short; I need half a month.'

The medicine shaman's old face darkened: 'Five days is the most I can do; any more and I won't trade.'