Free Web NovelChapter 532: Chapter 396: Quite Awkward
At this, the Beastman Warrior drooped his head, looking somewhat dejected.
’If only I had known... If only I had known...’
"Witch, isn’t the Beastman Warrior by your side going to compete?"
The male, who had just been provoking the witch, couldn’t help but call out as he looked at her from a short distance away.
The witch turned to look at him. "Witch Disciple, you should just worry about yourself."
’She was already on a different level than these lowly Witch Disciples. She wondered what Yuan Lang’s reaction would be when he saw her after she returned, stronger than before.’
"Is the Beastman Warrior behind you your mate, Witch?"
The brown-haired Beastman sitting in the seat of honor had already overheard the conversation between the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch and the Beastman Warrior behind her. A dark look swirled in the depths of his eyes as he asked.
The witch was taken aback, a bit flustered at being singled out. But after a glance at the Beastman Warrior behind her, whose eyes held a mix of shy hope and anticipation, she decisively shook her head. "I don’t have a mate yet. This is just my Guardian Beastman."
’Just my Guardian Beastman...’
Hearing her words, the handsome face of the Beastman Warrior, who had been standing protectively behind her, instantly turned pale.
Seeing this, the gloom in the brown-haired Beastman’s eyes gradually dissipated, and he burst out laughing. "HAHA! I never would have thought a female like you would be without a male, Witch."
With that, he beckoned directly to the witch. "This first round of contests is too dull. Why don’t you come up here and tell me about the Red Flame Plain, Witch?"
The witch lowered her head, looking shy.
But behind her lowered gaze, her eyes were filled with ecstatic joy, and the corners of her lips curled into an ever-sweeter smile.
"I am just a minor witch. How could I possibly sit with the esteemed Messenger and the Lord Wizards?"
She bowed her head, looking rather sad.
The brown-haired Beastman laughed, "HAHA!" He stood and personally walked over to the witch’s side.
"Come now, Witch. The Lord Wizards aren’t here today. Am I to sit there all alone with no one to talk to?"
The witch put on a troubled expression and looked up at the Salt Witch, who was seated in a place of honor. "Salt Witch..."
The Salt Witch glanced at the brown-haired Beastman, then smiled. "Then go ahead. We can’t let the honored Messenger sit there all by himself."
A smile graced the witch’s lips as she stood. "Then I shall impose on you, Lord Messenger."
The brown-haired Beastman watched the witch rise, his eyes filled with a blazing smile.
The two made their way back to the Messenger’s seat. He pushed the fruit and food from his side toward her. "I heard you were injured attending a trade meet in a small territory?"
At his words, a storm of gloomy, cold emotions churned in the depths of the witch’s eyes.
But a moment later, her eyes filled with a look of longing and wonder. "Yes. Although I was injured, the things I saw in the Polar Forest were absolutely astonishing. Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Snow Tiger Tribe, who held the trade meet, was personally blessed by the Beast God."
She finished with a deep sigh. "I wonder when our tribe will be like the tribes in the Polar Forest, with tall, sturdy stone houses for every member... Why, even their slaves live in stone houses."
’Lots and lots of stone houses?’
’Even the slaves live in them?’
The brown-haired Beastman, who had been leaning back lazily, suddenly sat bolt upright. "Lots and lots? Witch, you must have seen it wrong."
The witch pouted, her large eyes looking at the brown-haired Beastman accusingly. "Are you saying you don’t believe me?"
The brown-haired Beastman was speechless.
’Although the Super Tribe also lived in stone houses and took great pride in them, it was impossible for every single person to have one, let alone the slaves.’
’So he was quite dismissive of these so-called stone houses that even slaves could live in. They certainly couldn’t compare to the ones in his tribe.’
The witch took a string of beads from her robes. "This beautiful string of beads was ground and polished from the very stone the Snow Tiger Tribe uses for their houses."
"They’re so uniform and lovely. I’m always thinking how wonderful it would be if I could live in a house like that, too."
Her eyes were filled with longing, as if she truly adored the stone houses she was describing.
"Then why didn’t you ask them for the building method?"
The witch gave a bitter smile. "It’s because I asked about the building method for those houses that the Snow Tiger Tribe sent Beastman Warriors to ambush me on the road. That’s how I was injured."
"They injured you this badly just for asking? How dare the Snow Tiger Tribe attack a witch?!"
The brown-haired Beastman’s eyes turned icy.
The witch lowered her gaze, looking utterly dejected and hurt. "Yes. The Snow Tiger Tribe is extremely protective of their building methods."
"My leg was injured just for asking, so I didn’t dare ask again. If it weren’t for the fact that they have a crys— that can upgrade Beastman Warriors..."
As if realizing she had misspoken, her face went pale. She shot a frightened glance at the brown-haired Beastman and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
But they were sitting so close; how could he possibly not have heard?
The phrase "upgrade Beastman Warriors" was now deeply seared into the brown-haired Beastman’s mind.
Looking at the female beside him, her hands clapped over her mouth, the brown-haired Beastman suppressed the fervent heat in his heart.
"Upgrading Beastman Warriors? Could it be that the tribes of the Polar Forest have some kind of special potion?"
The process for a Beastman to upgrade was inherently dangerous; this was true for every tribe, and even the powerful Super Tribe was no exception.
But the witch’s expression just now told him that whatever it was that could upgrade Beastman Warriors was of the utmost importance.
The witch glanced nervously at the Salt Witch and the Clan Leader, who were not far behind her. "You must have misheard. I’m a witch. What could I possibly know about upgrading Beastman Warriors..."
Despite her words, her darting eyes told a very different story.
The corners of the brown-haired Beastman’s lips lifted in an indescribably excited smile. ’If I could get my hands on that tribe’s upgrading witch medicine...’
