Chapter 707: Where Are You Going

Changle was on the deck playing with the finless porpoises, while the fishermen were cooking in the Boat's cabin. They had used steaming, boiling, pan-frying, and deep-frying to prepare the fish brought up by the finless porpoises, wanting to see which method was most suitable and which fish tasted the best.

Once all the fish were prepared, they simply brought them all to the deck to eat. As the most noble person, Changle was naturally the first to taste them. Seeing that the steamed fish meat was fresh and tender, he decided to taste the steamed fish first.

Sure enough, it was very fresh upon entering his mouth, and also extremely tender. The texture was firm, there was no fishy smell, and there were almost no bones. It tasted better than any fish he had eaten before. He did not know if this was his own psychological perception, or if this type of fish was inherently this delicious.

After tasting one kind, he continued to taste the others. Only after Changle finished eating could the other fishermen use their chopsticks. Everyone indeed unanimously agreed that these two types of fish were better than any they had eaten before. It seemed it must have been their fishing methods that had prevented them from catching this type of fish.

The finless porpoises clearly understood that this group of humans was eating, so they did not disturb them and played by themselves. After they finished eating, Changle asked a few fishermen: "Which type of fish do you think tastes the best?"

The fishermen did not answer directly, but first waited for Changle's opinion: "Prince, we think they are all very delicious. We don't know which one you think is the best?"

Changle savored the taste of the fish: "The first type of fish is still better, especially the steamed one. Although the second type of fish is just as delicious, it is not as tender as the first one."

The fishermen also hurriedly echoed: "Prince, we also feel that way; the first type is indeed more delicious."

Changle said with a smile: "Alright, you take the fish out, and I will tell the finless porpoises which one is more delicious. I believe they would also very much like to know."

"Oh, alright."

Subsequently, two different fish were placed on the deck, and some finless porpoises gradually gathered around. Changle looked at the fish on the deck and the swimming finless porpoises, but for a moment he did not know how he should say it. If he said it directly, they probably wouldn't understand.

After thinking it over repeatedly, Changle felt it should be simpler. So he picked up the first type of fish directly and handed it to the fishermen, and fed the second type of fish to a finless porpoise.

The finless porpoises did not refuse the feeding, but they should have understood Changle's meaning by now, and they were still very cheerful. Before long, more fish were thrown up, specifically the kind that Changle thought was more delicious. Not until there were too many fish and they couldn't finish eating them today did Changle gesture for them to stop throwing them up, and the extra fish were returned to the finless porpoises.

The fishermen also asked: "Do they eat our food? Can we feed them some of our grain? After all, they have brought us so many fish."

Changle felt this made sense, but he remembered Baifeng saying that every animal has its own food. What humans can eat, they might not necessarily be able to eat. Just like cattle and sheep, they eat Grass and can grow fat just by eating Grass, but humans cannot eat Grass. Crows and eagles can eat carrion, and other birds can even eat poisonous insects, but for humans, eating these could potentially lead to death.

Therefore, Changle still rejected this proposal. He did not know if the food they ate was something the finless porpoises could eat, but for the safety of his finless porpoise friends, he felt there was no need. The finless porpoises eat fish, so if he had fish, he could feed them, but as for the food he ate, he decided against it.

The people from the Ministry of War set out after assembling. They had already learned of this mission, and Changle's departure without saying goodbye to head to the Xuanyuan Tribe alone made them a bit worried.

They could have completely hoisted the sails and quickly caught up directly, but Baifeng told them there was no need; they should just drift downstream like this. Following behind Changle's tail, they wouldn't encounter any danger on the river anyway, so let Changle feel more relaxed. If they caught up directly, Changle would probably be desperate.

The Soldiers did not know what Baifeng meant by this, but as long as it was an order, they had to obey. Thus, they also slowly drifted downstream, unable to be in a hurry.

For some reason, the finless porpoises had not left Changle and the others' Boat, and had accompanied them playing for two days. Perhaps they felt Changle and the others were traveling too slowly, or perhaps they had some urgent business and were only staying here briefly; otherwise, Huaxia's boats came and went here, and they had never seen finless porpoises before.

After calling out for a while, the finless porpoises swam forward rapidly and stopped lingering. Soon, Changle and the others could no longer see the traces of the finless porpoises. Changle also felt a bit sad for a moment; such good friends had suddenly left just like that, and he didn't know when they would be able to meet again. The fishermen also felt somewhat downcast.

However, the matter of the finless porpoises leaving was soon replaced by the fishermen's confusion. They had been away from Huaxia for so many days, and it had been so long, yet they hadn't seen Changle working, which was completely different from the past, and they hadn't even stopped the Boat to go ashore once.

Thus, they could not help but ask: "Prince, where are we going this time? We have already come so far, have we not arrived yet? It seems we are already in the territory of the Xuanyuan Tribe now. Why don't you tell us what kind of plant you are looking for? We often drift on the water and have been to the shore, so perhaps we have seen it?"

At this point, Changle no longer hid it from them: "This time I am indeed going to the Xuanyuan Tribe. As long as you deliver me to the Xuanyuan Tribe, your mission will be complete, and you can return."

The fishermen were shocked upon hearing this: "Prince, you... but you haven't brought a single guard. Without Soldiers to protect you, you are going over there all by yourself, and it's the Xuanyuan Tribe. Isn't that too dangerous? How could the King be at ease..."

"Wait, the King doesn't know about this, does he?"

The group of fishermen felt a chill run through their bodies. If that were really the case, what would become of them? If the Prince had left home in a fit of pique, that would be easier to explain; they might receive some punishment after returning, but according to the King's character, if they were unaware of the situation, the punishment might even be waived.

But what if the Prince was defecting from Huaxia? Wouldn't they also be considered defectors? Returning would mean death. But thinking about it carefully, it was impossible. The relationship between Baifeng and Changle had always been extremely good, and Changle was also a very intelligent and sensible person. Although he was not very old now, he definitely wouldn't do something like running off to another tribe in a fit of temper.

Defection was even more impossible. His father was the King of a country; he had everything he wanted, his status was so high, and he lacked nothing. What could he possibly have by defecting to the Xuanyuan Tribe? It certainly wouldn't compare to being in Huaxia. Furthermore, Changle had made so many contributions to Huaxia; it was impossible for him to defect.