Chapter 363: Chapter 285: Warrior

Luna Sutton turned to leave as soon as she finished speaking.

Caleb Manning suddenly grabbed her wrist, his golden eyes dark and deep like an abyss under the moonlight: “I’m not…”

“Not what?”

She shook off his hand, her voice colder than the night wind, “Not over her? Didn’t sneak back to the Winged Tiger Tribe for her?”

“I’m not over her.”

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his knuckles turning white from clenching: “I just…”

The words stuck in his throat.

What should he say? That he had seen through Chloe Callahan’s true nature?

That after he left the Winged Tiger Tribe, he wandered around for several days, thinking about all the moments when he had turned into a young cub with her?

The night wind swept the fallen leaves against Luna Sutton’s skirt edge, and she suddenly bent closer.

Caleb held his breath, the silver moonlight shining on the corners of her upturned lips.

It was something he had never seen before, filled with unprecedented indifference.

“Do you know?”

Luna Sutton bent down to look at him, her fingers lightly lifting his chin: “I don’t care who you have in your heart, what I care about is whether you are loyal or not. You can leave without a word this time, and next time you might betray me over something else. I won’t gamble with my life.”

Caleb’s golden eyes suddenly contracted in the moonlight, that phrase “I don’t care” was sharper than any blade, severing his unformed confession in his throat.

“I swear by the name of The Beast God.”

He suddenly extended three fingers, a hoarse voice spilling out as his Adam’s apple moved: “If I leave without permission again, if I dare to do anything that harms you, let me be bitten to death by all beasts.”

Luna Sutton was momentarily stunned, as beastmen were extremely superstitious about The Beast God. Once sworn in its name, betrayal would never occur.

But Caleb carried too much in his heart, including Chloe Callahan and the Winged Tiger Tribe…

Although the system said Caleb’s favorability towards her was now at 90, surpassing that for Chloe Callahan, she still felt uneasy about keeping him by her side.

Mainly because she had too many secrets, and The Wolf Tribe was still in a developmental phase.

She was really unsure whether Caleb would reveal these things to the Winged Tiger Tribe, which could then bring trouble to The Wolf Tribe.

But since he swore, he probably wouldn’t.

She watched him for a long time and finally sighed gently: “Remember your oath. Tomorrow morning, go dig clay with Malachi, I want to build a furnace.”

Caleb’s tense shoulders visibly relaxed, his golden eyes flickering slightly in the moonlight: “Okay.”

The next day at dawn, the vacant lot on the east side of the tribe was already piled with red iron ore and clay.

Malachi Arcanus was directing several beastmen to repeatedly pound the clay, sweat dripping down his bronze chest.

“Add some more chopped straw!”

Luna Sutton squatted by the clay heap, pinching the moisture with her fingers, “So it won’t crack easily when firing.”

Caleb walked over silently carrying a bundle of dry grass, swiftly cutting it with a stone knife.

He moved quickly, efficiently mixing the chopped straw into the clay, his arm muscles smoothly tensing with each movement.

“Luna.”

Corbin Crowley suddenly appeared, his silver eyes sweeping over Caleb, “The Priest is looking for you to discuss the housing matters.”

Luna Sutton patted the dirt off her hands and stood up, pointing to the circular markings drawn on the ground before she left: “Build the inner walls according to these dimensions, and remember to leave ventilation holes.”

After she walked away, Malachi nudged Caleb with his elbow: “Hey, where did you sneak off to?”

Caleb paused, continuing to work with his head down: “The Winged Tiger Tribe.”

“Tsk, still pining for that female?”

Malachi curled his lips, “If you ask me…”

“Shut up and work.”

Zeke Veridian tossed over a bundle of vines with a cold expression, “Finish weaving the molds before noon.”

…

Meanwhile, Luna Sutton arrived at the hut where the Priest resided, lifting the animal hide curtain to go inside.

She found her father Lyle Sutton and Kian Sterling also there, the three of them gathered around a stone table, with the system blueprints she had originally provided spread out on it.

A stone slab lay beside them, the Priest was sketching something on it with a charcoal pen.

His aged fingers pointed at the central area: “The granary should be raised by half a meter to prevent moisture during the rainy season.”

“Father, Master.”

She walked over and saw that the blueprints depicted the layout of the newly built tribal houses, “Is this about adjusting the housing plans?”

Lyle Sutton looked up, his rough hands rubbing the edge of the stone table: “We’re discussing isolating the smelting area.”

He pointed to a newly added square marking in the southeastern corner, “Close to the water source, and downwind.”

Kian Sterling’s fox tail subtly rolled over a wooden stool for her to sit on.

His fingertip lightly tapped a certain spot on the blueprint: “The furnace smoke and dust are significant, so it’s best to keep it away from residential areas.”

Then suddenly furrowed his brow, “But having it too far makes guarding difficult.”

Outside, a sudden clanging sound was heard.

Through the window gap, over twenty beastmen could be seen building walls, the gray bricks glistening with a moist shine under the sunlight.

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