Chapter 239: The Vicious Cycle

Bobby and Monn stood in front of a river called the “water source”.

On their faces were the similar indescribable expressions.

They should have known that in the eyes of the orcs a source of water, would not be a small stream.

At the very least, it had to be a long river.

“Shall we dig a tree hole, live in a cave, or building a cottage?”

Monn shook his head. He squatted down and picked up a handful of water. He put it to his mouth and tasted it.

The water looked very clean, and it tasted sweet.

It was enough to prove that the water was really a mountain spring and had not been polluted.

However, if they had to stay here for a while longer, they had to determine where to live now.

They heard what Balsa said just now.

It was going to be the rainy season soon.

Which meant continuous rain and rising of water surface.

Not only did they have to determine where to live in the shortest time possible, but they also had to determine the material of the house.

“Build a treehouse.”

Bobby casually answered without much thought.

He gave Monn a two-in-one.

Monn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at Bobby.

“Do dogs know how to climb trees?”

Monn was both amused and angry.

“This place is too close to the water source.”

Bobby’s eyes were still staring at the flowing river in front of him.

“Yeah! It’s too close. But if it’s too far from the water source, it’s very troublesome to drink and use water.”

Monn also felt very troubled.

“I’m an ice-type.”

Bobby looked at Meng en coldly.

The meaning was very clear.

Why are you so obsessed with the water source when you have a human-shaped, portable water source already.

“You haven’t adapted to the spiritual energy here yet! If you use too much strength, your body won’t be able to handle it.”

Monn felt like an old woman who had her heart broken from worrying too much.

This dog was really worrisome.

Don’t think that just because you’re cute and fluffy, I can tolerate you.

OK.

It’s true.

Because this big fluffy was acting cute and didn’t know it, he was extra patient with this fluffy.

After listening to Monn’s explanation, Bobby didn’t say anything this time.

Indeed, ever since he came here, the pure spiritual energy here had been stimulating his body.

It made him very uncomfortable.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have transformed into human form.

It was really that staying in his beast form had absorbed too much spiritual energy due to the larger body. It hurt so much that he could not hold it.

It was the pain like having his tendons dug out and bones pierced.

“Do you know how to build a house?”

Monn looked at Bobby eagerly.

He remembered clearly that Bobby was the lowest-level orc.

The orcs of the lower class had been doing infrastructure since they were young.

They were helping to build their own clan.

Wherever there was hard labor, tiring work, and work that no one else would take, they would be there.

“What do you want to do?”

Bobby didn’t answer Monn’s question but asked him instead.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination.

When Monn spoke to him in this tone, it was most likely that he had some bad idea and wanted his labor.

“Build a house!”

Monn answered confidently.

Bobby only looked at Monn and did not answer him if he knew how to build a house or not.

“Look! We have to stay around the water source, right? And we have to stay here for a while at least until your body can fully adapt to the spiritual energy here.”

“This time won’t be too short. So we have to build a waterproof, strong, and cold-resistant house here.”

Monn walked to a few particularly lush, unknown trees beside him and touched the strength and toughness of their trunks.

“You want to build a house here?”

Bobby couldn’t believe his ears.

This Archbishop wanted to build a house here with just the two of them.

No, or to be more specific.

This Archbishop wanted him to build a house by himself.

And it had to be built according to this archbishop’s request.

Although the archbishop’s words sounded nice.

He really just wanted to be an audience that supervised the construction.

And he wanted Bobby to be the one that would do the work.

“I don’t know how to build a house. I refuse.”

Bobby didn’t care how Monn reacted or what he thought.

Anyway, he wouldn’t agree to be a coolie.

All he had to do was transform into his beast form for one winter, one rainy season.

There was nothing special about it.

He could get through it.

He had a body full of fur.

He himself had the ice attribute.

He was born with cold tolerance.

There was no need to waste time and effort to build a house.

“Tsk. That’s not right. Who am I doing this for? It’s all for you. How can you take advantage of me and still pretend to be innocent? You’re destroying the unity of the two of us.”

Hearing Bobby’s tone, Munn knew that Bobby knew how to build a house.

As long as Bobby knew how to build a house, it would be easy.

Munn had already started to look around for clay that could replace concrete.

When he was in the church, he had seen a book that recorded the history of the development of the past.

In that book, it was recorded that people first lived in caves, then built houses out of stones, and then built houses out of wood.

Then they began to try to build houses out of clay.

But there were many years between them.

They passed by many tribes on their way here.

Those tribes lived in tents made of animal skins.

It was probably their way of living before humans lived in caves.

At this time, humans could not write and did not have any recorded consciousness.

That was why there were no previous records.

Should I help develop the civilization here? Monn thought.

Maybe that was why I came here.

The arrangement of the heavenly axiom was never without reason.

As a bishop, I must not neglect my duty.

Preaching and spreading the light is my job.

Looking at my pitiful points, I have to work hard.

Let’s start with building a house!

Building a house should require wood and bricks.

There are no bricks here, stone should be able to replace them.

Then there is clay.

To be honest, Monn was only able to talk about it on paper.

He had never even seen the construction process of a house, let alone building one.

The reason he dared to do so was entirely because of Bobby.

Never underestimate the skills of an orc who survived from the bottom of society.

Monn had heard that the bottom-level orcs of the orc race were almost all-rounder.

Whether it was war, hunting, infrastructure, babysitting, making clothes, cooking, growing vegetables, doing farm work…

There were really only things you couldn’t imagine, not things lower-level orc couldn’t do.

The more lower-level orcs who could do, the longer they lived.

Therefore, the lower-level orcs would desperately learn all kinds of skills.

If they become more useful, they wouldn’t be abandoned by their race so early.

This led to the lower-level orcs who survived in many races being generally older. The younger ones were sent to the battlefield because they knew less stuff.

The younger they were, the less time they had to learn things. The less they knew, the less chance they had to live.

On the other hand, the older you are, the longer they have to learn, the more chances they have to learn, and the less likely they are to be sent off to war, the more likely they are to live.

This leads to a vicious cycle.

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