Chapter 622: Who are you looking down on?

The long curly-haired beastman, upon hearing this, his pale face instantly darkened several shades: "Don't show off your beastliness here, put it back for me."

After saying that, he emphatically added: "Put it back after lighting it."

What a joke—would the Sea Tribe super tribe be the type to take advantage of such a small gain?

The Sea Tribe beastman warrior, hearing this, with a pained expression took out the candle that had already burned a bit from the freshly packed beast‑skin bundle, walked outside step by step, looking back three times, lit it, and then reluctantly placed the candle back in its original spot.

"Captain, didn't you used to tell us to take advantage of any freebie, not let a sea turtle egg go?"

The long‑curly‑haired beastman's pale face twitched as he looked at him: "That's when facing hostile tribes; right now we represent the Sea Tribe super tribe, we must uphold the tribe's honor, we can't let the Snow Moon Tribe think we're beastmen who take advantage."

The beastman gave a simple 'oh', though he didn't understand, but since the captain said so, that's how it is.

The long‑curly‑haired beastman snorted, then leisurely lay down on the earthen platform called a kang that Teng Qian had just mentioned.

His body was instantly wrapped in softness, so comfortable he couldn't help letting out a soft moan.

The few beastman warriors who had just been about to climb onto the kang tensed up, even their perked‑up buttocks clenching instantly.

That sound just made by our own captain...

Several beastmen quietly moved a few steps away; their footsteps woke the long‑curly‑haired beastman from his enjoyment, and he looked puzzled at the leg‑crossing tribesmen: "What are you doing? If you need to poop, go to the place called the toilet outside— the Snow Moon Tribe doesn't allow squatting anywhere."

The beastmen gave a hesitant heh‑heh, nervously covering their buttocks: "Captain, are you wanting to fool around with the little female? When you're out, you'd better hold it in."

The long‑curly‑haired beastman blinked, his expression shifting from doubt to realization, then endless fury: "You few beastmen, rougher than the bark of seaside trees, do you really think I'd have any ill thoughts toward you?"

Meow, who are you looking down on?

Is he really that careless a person?

One sprang up from the kang: "You lot, get out and pitch tents!"

Seeing their captain truly angry, the beastmen hastily lowered their hands from their buttocks and bolted out as if chased by a wild beast.

Fine, for the sake of their buttocks, they'd rather sleep in tents.

Meanwhile, in Wu Yue's home, Teng Qian had already recounted to Wu Yue and the others everything that had happened when he went to fetch the Sea Tribe beastmen.

"Did they reveal what items they wanted to trade?"

Wu Yue's fair little hand tapped the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Teng Qian shook his head: "No, but they brought a lot of goods this time, and several bags that look very precious are being carried by that pale‑faced beastman and the few beastmen beside him; they seem very cautious."

Wu Yue's eyes flickered, her heart also grew a bit excited; she could roughly guess what was inside.

Yuan Lang looked at the little female lost in thought: "Yue, do you want to discuss trade with them after the trading fair?"

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "Yeah, let these Sea Tribe super tribe see how precious our Snow Moon Tribe's items are, then we can properly discuss the price."

She pondered a moment, then looked up at Yuan Lang: "We already have three totem poles; it's time to transport them back."

"On the way back we'll bring some tribespeople over to manage this place, and we still need to go receive the territory the Sea Tribe has allotted to us."

First release, latest.