Chapter 492: Chapter 367: Country Bumpkins

The leader of The Raging Lion Tribe, Grayson, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He was a burly middle-aged man with striking short golden hair.

He looked at Lyle Sutton and laughed twice: “Chief Sutton, this time we have your tribe’s medicinal recipe and Holy Water to thank for helping The Raging Lion Tribe through this crisis. These beast hides and ivory are a token of our appreciation.”

As he spoke, he turned and signaled to the beastmen behind him, instructing them to bring over several large bundles of high-quality beast hides and a pair of complete ivory tusks.

To say this pile of gifts isn’t painful to part with would be false.

Especially now with winter approaching, beast hides for warmth are even more scarce and valuable.

But The Wolf Tribe developed the cure for the plague and also gave them a precious medicinal catalyst, essentially saving The Raging Lions.

At a time like this, they naturally couldn’t be stingy.

The leader of The Eagle Tribe, Leon Hawke, was tall and slim with a classic aquiline nose and sharp eyes, clearly not someone to cross.

However, he had a warm smile on his face: “Haha, our Eagle Tribe brings rare highland snow lotus and Lingzhi, hoping to express our gratitude. It’s a small token, Chief Sutton, please do not disdain it.”

With that, he also signaled for the beastmen behind him to present their gifts.

The other tribe leaders glanced at each other and then also presented the gifts they had brought, creating a lively scene.

Lyle Sutton couldn’t stop grinning, warmly inviting everyone, “You all have come from afar, please come into the tribe first.”

He turned and signaled to Corbin Crowley.

Corbin immediately understood, turned, and called over a few beastmen, instructing them to inventory and store the gifts each tribe had brought.

A few beastmen quickly got to work, categorizing and storing the items in the tribe’s warehouse.

Which tribe brought what was all recorded with a charcoal pen and handed to Corbin for review.

Corbin glanced at the account sheet, actually just a beast skin scroll.

He noticed that nearly everyone who should have come did, including those from distant tribes like The Ox Tribe and The Deer Tribe who had personally arrived.

Only The Winged Tiger Tribe and Swine-Dog Tribe were absent.

The Swine-Dog Tribe had a notoriously bad reputation on The Beast World Continent, known for being vicious and greedy, fond of plundering others’ properties, notorious indeed.

It wasn’t surprising they hadn’t come.

But the absence of The Winged Tiger Tribe made Corbin’s silver eyes flash briefly.

It’s said the new leader of The Winged Tiger Tribe is a guy named Levi Corbin, the son of the former deceased leader.

It’s unknown why they didn’t come.

As for Caleb Manning, he had long left The Winged Tiger Tribe, and no one knew where he went.

The matters of The Winged Tiger Tribe naturally had nothing to do with him.

Meanwhile.

Lyle Sutton was enthusiastically inviting the leaders of all the major tribes toward the tribe, introducing as they walked: “You all have traveled far, please come to the council hall for a cup of tea and some rest.”

When the houses were built, a specific reception hall was constructed, so there would be a convenient place to host when other tribes visited.

No one lived there regularly, but beastmen came by regularly to clean, and all amenities were in place.

“Tea?”

The Leopard Tribe leader, Titus, scratched his head, looking at Lyle with confusion: “What is that?”

Kian Sterling walked beside him, wearing a gentle smile. He didn’t directly answer Titus’s question, instead turning his gaze to Lyle Sutton.

Lyle laughed heartily and explained: “Tea is a specialty of our Wolf Tribe. You’ll have a taste later, guaranteed to be unforgettable.”

In fact, he didn’t like drinking tea at all; it was bitter and astringent, not as good as water.

If Luna hadn’t said offering tea to guests is a classy move, he wouldn’t have bothered with such things.

Titus and the other tribe leaders present still didn’t quite understand what tea was, but from Lyle’s demeanor, they could tell it was something good.

So they didn’t ask more, just looked around with fascination, everything before them a novelty.

From the exquisitely built blue-hued houses to the exceptionally smooth roads, and that massive round building with a large chimney spewing smoke in the distance.

The buildings to the east were peculiar, with tall walls adorned with thorns and embedded shards of ceramic.

Thick smoke rolled inside, and one could faintly hear the clanging sound.

No one knew what it was for, only felt it was bizarre.

So much had changed about The Wolf Tribe; many items were unfamiliar, unnamed, and their purposes unknown.

It felt like stepping into a whole new world.

The leaders, elders, and beastmen from the various tribes were so astonished they were speechless.

Levi Corbin from The Eagle Tribe was so busy gawking around that he almost tripped himself but managed to stabilize just in time, avoiding embarrassment.

He had a bit of an awkward smile, staring down at the hardened blue stone-paved road beneath his feet, “How is this ground so flat?”

“This is called a paved road.”

Lyle Sutton stroked his beard proudly, “My daughter came up with it, saying it makes walking flat and helps drain water on rainy days, sparing you from getting muddy feet.”

Upon hearing this, all the leaders suddenly understood, looking at Lyle Sutton with envy.

“Haha, Chief Sutton, you’re truly fortunate to have such a blessed daughter guided by The Beast God.”

“Rhys Blackwood, Beast King, you’re lucky too, marrying such a wonderful companion.”

Flatteries and compliments echoed without pause.

Lyle Sutton’s face blushed into a smiling chrysanthemum, feeling the weather exceptionally pleasant today, pleasing to the eye.

Even Grayson, the usually less likable leader of The Raging Lion Tribe, looked particularly pleasing at this moment.

Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, Mael Valerius and others followed closely behind, all with smiles on their faces.

Luna is undoubtedly a treasure, and what these people say is but the truth.

Lyle Sutton, surrounded by the crowd, beamed with pride, his beard curling upwards as he led this group of rustic leaders inside.

“Here are the houses where our tribespeople live, made with blue bricks, warm in winter and cool in summer!”

He pointed to the rows of neatly arranged blue brick houses on both sides of the road, his tone full of pride.

“Blue bricks?”

Leopard Tribe leader Titus walked up to the nearest house, pressing his rough hand against the cold wall and tapping it twice with his knuckles, full of amazement: “The material looks identical to the city walls, like stone yet not stone, square and neat. How was this made?”

He studied the blue-bricked house intently, his expression like that of a curious child.

After glancing around outside, he noticed the courtyard gate was open and rushed inside.

Noticing the hoe and shovel in the corner, he walked over and picked them up, playing around with them.

He could tell these were tools, but didn’t know their specific uses, only that the bottoms were very sharp.

Much sharper than bone knives.

The other tribal leaders followed into the courtyard for a tour, all with faces full of astonishment.

“Goodness, is this really a house? It looks more exquisite than the palace in Beast King City!”

“These tools are so peculiar, they aren’t made from stone or bone.”

“The Wolf Tribe is truly amazing to know so much.”

The crowd muttered amongst themselves, praises and exclamations of wonder endless.

Lyle Sutton and the others followed in, grinning radiantly, unable to suppress their smiles.

This just so happened to be the house of Wolf Fang and Maya Miller.

Maya noticed Titus rushing into her courtyard and even taking her hoe, feeling somewhat displeased.

But seeing the leaders join him inside, she couldn’t voice her dissatisfaction.

Instead, she stepped forward, smiling as she introduced, “This is the hoe we use for tilling land, it’s very convenient.”

As she spoke, she even demonstrated how to use it, how to hoe the ground, how to dig up soil.

Titus and others watched intently, finding the tool to be incredibly magical.

It could so easily turn over the soil, far more useful than the stone shovels and bone knives they used.

Lyle Sutton, chuckling, stepped forward, “This was also invented by Luna.”

He instantly received another wave of admiration and flattery.

He then led the crowd to continue the tour.

Every time they passed a novel building or tool, it would provoke a round of exclamations.

“What is that big smoking cylinder for?”

Leon Hawke of The Eagle Tribe pointed to a distant kiln, unable to resist asking.

“That’s where we fire blue bricks and pottery.”

Lyle Sutton proudly stroked his beard, “Our Wolf Tribe’s bricks and tiles, pots, and jars all come from there.”

“What about over there?”

Titus pointed to a walled-off smelting area, from which came the clanging of metal and billowing smoke.

No sooner had he spoken than a loud “clang” erupted from the area, startling the tribal leaders into retreating two steps.

Lyle Sutton laughed heartily: “Don’t be afraid, that’s the sound of iron forging.”

“Iron forging?”

Leon Hawke keenly caught the new term, his sharp eagle eyes narrowing slightly.

Luna Sutton smiled and stepped forward to explain: “It’s where we smelt ore into iron tools. The hoes and knives you’ve seen are crafted there.”

She signaled for the tribespeople to bring over some finished products.

When the cold flashing iron dagger was handed to Grayson, leader of the Raging Lion Tribe, he almost cut his finger.

“This… this is much sharper than a bone knife.”

Grayson gaped, cautiously running his rough fingers over the blade.

The other leaders immediately crowded around, eager to take turns examining it.

A Deer Tribe elder’s mustache quivered excitedly: “If we use this for hunting…”

Fortunately, the Wolf Tribe harbors no ambitions, remaining reclusive in Sky-mist Canyon.

Otherwise, with such sharp weapons, none of the major tribes would likely stand a chance against them.

Such thoughts ran through the leaders’ minds, secretly relieved.

Lyle Sutton paid no mind to their thoughts, and seeing the group vying for the dagger, quickly moved to stop them with a smile: “Please, don’t worry, during the banquet later, each of you will receive one as a gift from the Wolf Tribe.”

His words sparked a wave of excitement and cheers.

And predictably, more flattery ensued, filled with whatever praise came to mind.

After a round of compliments.

Lyle Sutton felt it was enough and didn’t continue the tour, instead leading everyone to the reception hall for tea.

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