Chapter 820: Boredom Leads to Teasing Savages

Having been requested so firmly, that Tribal Chief had no choice but to catch the cup steadily, only then beginning to stroke and observe it carefully. It was only at this moment that the Soldier noticed those savages hadn't washed their hands at all; their hands were still covered in dirt, and after just a few touches, the Glass cup was visibly dirty.

He turned around and slapped his forehead with his hand: "Damn, I forgot to make them wash their hands. Can this cup even be saved? I can't be the one to wash it."

As it turned out, when he opened his eyes, he saw the few members of the Chishe sitting on the ground, bored to death. Because of Huaxia's mandatory requirements, their hands and faces were now clean—their necks and faces weren't even the same color anymore. If it weren't for the fact that the weather was too cold, he would have had to make them take a bath, but at least their hair had been washed, so it didn't look as disgusting.

Forget it, might as well let them go wash up. They have nothing to do anyway, and they quite like these things; it'll let them have their fill of fun.

As for the other Tribal Chiefs who were cautiously lying on the ground watching, seeing that the Soldier was actually taking the initiative to pass things over for them to look at, they were no longer as cautious. They picked up the items in front of them to look at themselves, though not many were brought out—only two of each kind, not enough for them to share.

So, two people had to huddle together to look at the same item. One had already been indulging their sense of touch for a long time, while the other was still staring longingly, but the one holding the porcelain bowl refused to let go. This peculiar texture and beautiful color were simply too stunning.

He even turned around and held the bowl up against the lake; the color of the lake was basically the same as the color of the bowl. He smacked his lips and muttered: "If I were to scoop up a bowl of water, wouldn't it become the lake?"

Hearing this, the two Soldiers couldn't help but laugh: "You have a way with words; it's almost like poetry. Interesting."

Although he didn't understand what that meant, the Tribal Chief felt this was a compliment and couldn't help but feel shy: "It's not that good."

At this, the two Soldiers burst out laughing, unable to hold it back; it was truly amusing. They laughed so unrestrainedly that the other Soldiers noticed too. It was just a pity they didn't know what had happened. Although Xiong was in the distance, he heard the sound and turned his head, but he couldn't see clearly what was going on, though the interaction seemed quite harmonious.

The laughter held no hostility, and the Tribal Chief who spoke well laughed along, but the Tribal Chief watching from the side grew anxious: "Come, come, let me see too. You've been looking for so long."

Reluctantly, the porcelain bowl was passed to the next person's hands. Having seen the porcelain bowl, he wanted to see the Glass bowl, but someone else had already snatched it first, so he had to turn his gaze toward a slightly larger jar.

The jar was a little smaller than a human head, but the mouth of the jar seemed to be covered with something, a bit like mud, and there was also a cloth-like thing; it looked even more special than the previous items.

Sensing the gaze, the Soldier took the initiative to bring the jar over, then said to the group mysteriously: "Want to know what's inside?"

Everyone immediately leaned their heads over, even handing the items they hadn't finished looking at to someone else, nodding repeatedly: "Want to, want to!"

The Soldier specifically beckoned: "Hey, Fu, you lot come over here, I'll give you some good things to taste."

Fu and the others stood up in a flash and squatted down beside the two Soldiers, their eyes fixed on the jar. They hadn't seen many of Huaxia's good things. Moreover, judging by their physique and appearance, others didn't feel they were from Huaxia either—at most, they were Huaxia's Slaves. It was just that, aside from their clothing and build, they had never seen Slaves treated so well; Huaxia's attitude toward them wasn't bad at all.

The Soldier holding the jar said mysteriously: "Have you heard of Wine? Two years—er, two winters and summers ago—we brought some once. Many of you must know about it, right?"

This remark first made Xi, not far away, feel a bit sorrowful. He had known about Wine back when he was at the Jiangshui Tribe. At the time, they attributed the cause of the Spell to the Wine and those few cups, so he had always thought it was ominous.

However, after arriving in Huaxia, the truth hit him so hard he doubted his life. In Huaxia, this was the most ordinary of ordinary things. Even he, after receiving his first wages, had bought Wine and a cup.

He drank the Wine and smashed the cup, but no Spell came. He had originally been skeptical of Huaxia's claims about Heaven's disasters; he had truly never heard of such disasters. But having waited and seen no Spell, he had to believe it a little more. At the same time, he dared not trust what Huaxia people said to outsiders. The only good thing was that he was now a Huaxia person, and one of the higher-ranking ones at that. Even if Huaxia went out to deceive other large tribes again, he wouldn't expose them; he would even help chime in.

As for now, it was clearly just those two Soldiers being bored and playing with the savages. Those tribes combined weren't worth Huaxia's effort to deceive. No, it couldn't be called deception either; he had heard of the production of Wine. Anyway, it required a massive amount of grain to produce just one small cup of Wine. The cost was high; saying Wine was precious was not a lie at all. Aside from Huaxia, no other tribe had it.

Perhaps, the Heaven God only drank this stuff; that was also possible.

That group of savages could be considered regulars at the gatherings. As soon as Wine was mentioned, they immediately remembered. It had been the talk of the entire gathering at the time; how could they not know? Some of them had even leaned in to smell it.

"Know it, know it, it's the thing only the gods can drink. I've smelled it before."

Fu and the others had their expressions change in fear. They had also heard that the one who held the Wine and the cup used by the Heaven God back then was actually Huaxia? So the things they were just looking at were things used by the Heaven God?

They looked at their own hands in astonishment. These hands probably couldn't be washed anymore. Were they about to become more powerful than the Shaman of the Chishe?

The Soldier pointed at the group of savages with a grin: "Your memories are truly good. The one from last time was indeed brought by us. You surely hadn't seen it this close back then, and you definitely hadn't smelled it this carefully. Now I'll open this jar for you; take a good sniff."

"Good, good, let's take a sniff." The group of savages couldn't wait. They hurriedly found a place where the things in their hands wouldn't be bumped and set them down, then tried their best to stretch their heads over.

The Soldier used a Small Knife to pry open the mud seal and carefully lifted the jar lid, not letting any mud fall in. Soon, the fragrance of the Wine immediately wafted out. The group of savages was inhaling frantically; the two Soldiers felt as if the air around them was about to be sucked away.

"Hey, hey, don't crowd so close, don't you feel cramped? You can smell it from further away." The Soldier hurriedly made the group step back a little.