Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Eighth Beast Husband

After the meal, Rhys Blackwood took the initiative to help clean up the dishes.

Don’t be fooled by how cold and silent this man is; when it comes to work, he is sincere, cleaning up immediately without being asked.

In this regard, Luna Sutton was quite pleased.

Kian Sterling, the old fox, disliked the greasy dishes and had no intention of washing them.

But still wanting to gain Luna Sutton’s favor, hoping for more chances for free meals, he picked the task of fetching water.

Corbin Crowley had no concept of needing to wash dishes after eating, and seeing Rhys Blackwood and Kian Sterling helping, he grudgingly joined in with a sullen face.

The two found each other annoying, and an argument broke out at the slightest disagreement.

As a result, they ended up breaking several pairs of chopsticks and smashing three stone plates.

Seeing the chaos on the stove, Luna Sutton was speechless, holding her forehead, wondering what disaster had occurred here.

She hurried over to separate the two, her tone less than pleasant, “Alright, alright, both of you go back. I’ll handle it myself.”

These five beast husbands, while powerful, were as worrisome as a bunch of unruly children when it came to domestic tasks.

The clash between Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood resembled two kids fighting over toys.

She shook her head and started sweeping the floor to collect the broken pieces.

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, embarrassed, didn’t linger further and wisely left.

Kian Sterling smiled and leaned toward her, “Cynthia, want me to help you?”

Luna Sutton glanced at him, fully aware of what the old fox was thinking.

She smiled teasingly and said, “Sure, I have something to attend to, so you can do the washing then.”

Having said that, she stood up, wiped her hands with a palm-sized piece of beast hide, tossed the dishes and chopsticks to Kian Sterling, and turned to leave the cave.

Kian Sterling was instantly bewildered, completely unprepared for Luna Sutton to actually throw the task of washing dishes his way.

Gazing at the pile of dishes, he twitched his lips, then turned to Zeke Veridian, who was leisurely sipping tea, and squinted his fox-like eyes, “Zeke, you’re just idle, so why not lend a hand?”

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes coldly glanced at him, his tone indifferent, “Being idle is my own affair. If you’re that eager, why not finish it yourself instead of thinking of shirking?”

Falling for the old fox’s tricks earlier, he ended up tending the fire for half the day, getting hot, dirty, and covered in soot.

Now, he had no intention of washing dishes either.

Kian Sterling was momentarily speechless but wanted to say something.

Malachi Arcanus already stood up, dusting off his clothes, and lazily remarked, “You all take your time arguing, I’m leaving, no interest in this fuss.”

After saying that, he left without looking back, exuding a cool aura as if nothing had happened.

Kian Sterling: “…”

Zeke Veridian, seeing Malachi Arcanus leave, quickly put down his tea cup, got up, and followed.

Afraid that if he lingered longer, the old fox would find some scheme to make him wash dishes.

Kian Sterling: “…”

What was the hurry? He hadn’t even started scheming against him yet!

He sighed helplessly, intending to earn some points in Cynthia’s eyes for more free meals.

Who knew his cleverness backfired, leaving him no choice but to grit his teeth and wash the dishes himself.

…

Elsewhere, Luna Sutton had left the cave and gathered all the females of the tribe, waiting till most had arrived.

Though Mia did not come, whether she went to the witch doctor to treat her face or elsewhere, it was unknown.

She didn’t care either, her absence meant less trouble.

Surveying the sparse crowd, she clapped her hands, cleared her throat, and said loudly, “Ladies, tomorrow morning the tribal beastmen will set out for The Salt Lake. Today’s goal is to make as many as possible! Baskets, reed containers—make as many as you can, so the tribe’s beastmen can carry them tomorrow.”

Belle Summers cheerfully added, “No worries, Cynthia, we’ve learned well. We can weave quickly. While the time is tight, there’s plenty of afternoon time and we can continue into the evening, so we should get quite a lot done.”

Saffron Vance agreed with a smile, “Indeed, Cynthia, don’t underestimate us. While our weaving might not be perfect, it’s sturdy enough for carrying salt.”

Luna Sutton noted their confidence and was pleased, “Alright then, everyone, start working! Remember, choose tough vines and weave them tightly, so they don’t fall apart halfway while carrying the salt.”

Belle Summers playfully winked, “Don’t worry, Cynthia, you taught us personally, so we won’t disgrace you.”

Saffron Vance also patted her chest confidently, “Exactly, we’re no longer beginners, and we won’t disappoint!”

She nodded approvingly, offering no further comment.

Then she led the present females into the Moonlight Forest to gather suitable vines for weaving baskets and assigned tasks to each female.

The more each female could weave, the better. They could earn a piece of fresh beast meat as a reward.

Though a piece of beast meat might not seem much or particularly enticing.

For those without partners who relied on a daily piece of beast meat from the tribe for sustenance, fresh meat was the best reward they could get.

With beast meat as an incentive, the women present worked even more diligently, scrambling to find suitable vines for weaving, worried that with slower speed or poorer quality, they wouldn’t receive their piece of beast meat.

Luna Sutton found herself in the midst of a bustle of activity, completely unaware of the silent conspiracy looming.

Unnoticed, Mia had arrived at the edge of the Moonlight Forest, watching Luna Sutton with a sinister smirk.

Her eyes shadowed as she traced the scar on her face, fueling her deepening hatred.

“Luna Sutton, do you think you’ll remain smug forever?”

She murmured softly, a flicker of malice in her eyes.

Turning around, she headed towards Kaelen Vance’s cave.

Kaelen Vance was the most deviously cunning beastman in the tribe, always keeping to himself, never mingling with the others.

His strength might not be top-tier, but he was ruthless and left no traces in his actions.

Crucially, Kaelen Vance liked her and always wanted to become her eighth beast husband.

Though she hadn’t reciprocated, nor had she rejected him outright, merely keeping him hanging.

Now she intended to ask Kaelen Vance for help to either kill Luna Sutton or sell her off to the distant Swine-Dog Tribe as a slave.

Mia quickly approached the entrance of Kaelen Vance’s cave, spotting him inside, polishing a bone knife, its blade reflecting a cold gleam in the dimness.

He wore a gloomy expression, his narrow eyes slightly upturned, exuding a sinister and ruthless aura.

With a high nose and thin, pale lips, he radiated a chilling sense of detachment.

Kaelen Vance never associated with the other beastmen, his character somewhat akin to Malachi Arcanus.

Though unlike Malachi Arcanus, he harbored no ill intentions, generally easy-going unless provoked.

Mia quickly concealed her hostile demeanor, wearing a pitiful expression, “Kaelen…”

Kaelen Vance glanced up, his gaze landing on the left side of her face, which bore remnants of hastily applied herbs.

He frowned slightly, showing no particular concern, and set down the bone knife, his voice indifferent, “What do you want?”

Compared to his previous enthusiasm, his attitude had noticeably cooled.

With Kaelen Vance’s shift in demeanor, Mia inwardly seethed.

Silently cursing his shallowness, obsessed with her minor facial injury.

Wasn’t he the one who used to constantly fawn over her?

Now, faced with her marred face, he turned cold—truly a shallow beastman.

Though gritting her teeth in anger, she donned a tearful visage, “Kaelen, my face… it really hurts, I…”

Kaelen Vance resumed polishing his knife, slow and deliberate, his voice flat, “You’re here for face treatment? I’m not a witch doctor, can’t help you.”

Mia, facing his impassiveness, felt even angrier but, for her plan, had to persist, “No, Kaelen, I’m… I’m here to ask your help against Luna Sutton.”

Kaelen Vance’s hands paused momentarily, glancing coldly at her, “Against Luna Sutton? Are you crazy?”

Not to mention Luna Sutton was the leader’s daughter, those five powerful beast husbands were not to be trifled with.

Mia, caught off guard by his piercing look, bit her lip but said resolutely, “She ruined my face; how can I swallow that? If you help me, I… I can make you my eighth beast husband.”

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