Chapter 493: Chapter 368: The Banquet

In the reception hall, the Beastmen had already prepared hot tea.

When Lyle Sutton led the leaders of the major tribes inside, they were once again taken aback.

The hall was furnished with neatly arranged wooden tables and chairs, and on the tables were ceramic cups and pots.

Several beast skin paintings hung on the walls, and although the artwork was crude, it was considered artisanal in this primitive Beast World.

“Please, everyone, take a seat.”

Lyle Sutton glanced at the tribal leaders and made a gesturing invitation.

He then took the lead in sitting at the main seat.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius also took their seats in order.

In such an important occasion, they naturally had to appear as well.

Luna Sutton sat next to Lyle Sutton.

Her seven Beast Husbands sat across from him.

She shot a glance at Zeke Veridian, who had been avoiding her all day, and secretly glared at him.

Her gaze seemed to say: Just keep hiding, let’s see how you pay for it later.

Just thinking about how this reserved guy toyed with her all night last night made her fume.

Heaven knows, her waist was still sore now.

Zeke Veridian caught Luna Sutton’s gaze, his emerald eyes flashing a hint of guilt.

Yesterday, he had been provoked in the dense forest by Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, and the others, and had vented a bit too hard.

But it wasn’t entirely his fault; Luna unknowingly had a way of enticing him. Though she acted all prim and proper during the day and blushed at the slightest thing,

but come nighttime in bed, she was incredibly bold. Her enticing mannerisms were utterly irresistible, making anyone wish they could just perish in her embrace.

As Zeke thought of certain scenes from the previous night, his Adam’s apple couldn’t help but bob up and down.

He then looked back at her confidently and used the Sound Transmission Skill to speak in her mind, “Didn’t Luna enjoy herself last night? You were calling out like a cat in heat.”

Luna Sutton almost choked on her tea. This reserved man had been so bashful and pure before their intimacy, his face often flushing at the slightest provocation.

But ever since they’d become intimate, it was like he transformed, always sneaking in to take advantage of her.

Especially in private, he continuously spouted flirtatious words, leaving her red-faced and flustered every time, desperately wanting to seal his lips.

Yet, in front of others, he maintained that cold and abstinent demeanor.

She secretly glared at Zeke and then pretended to sip her tea.

Zeke’s emerald eyes flashed with laughter, but he didn’t continue teasing her.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the other tribal leaders, his face returning to its usual indifferent expression.

As if the one who had just been flirting with Luna Sutton was not him at all.

Effortlessly switching between two personas.

The flirtatious exchange between the two did not escape Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius.

Several gazes fixated on Zeke Veridian, almost wishing to burn holes into him.

Zeke calmly picked up a ceramic cup and took a sip of tea, his emerald eyes faintly visible through the steam, the corners of his mouth imperceptibly twitching upward.

“Everyone, have a taste of this tea.”

Kian Sterling broke the silence at an opportune moment, gently pushing the tea cup with his slender fingers, “It’s refreshing and relieving.”

Grayson stared at the floating leaves in the cup, mimicking Kian Sterling’s way, he gulped down a mouthful.

Instantly, he was overwhelmed with bitterness he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, his whole face wrinkling up: “Cough, cough… this leaf water is harder to drink than medicine.”

“Pfft…”

Malachi Arcanus burst into laughter, only to be hit on the head by Soren Phoenix with a fan.

Lyle Sutton awkwardly smiled: “Um… you need to sip it slowly…”

“Father.”

Luna Sutton stifled a laugh and interrupted, “Let’s just start the feast, everyone’s hungry from the journey.”

She figured it out: these people had no appreciation for tea, nor could they comprehend tea culture.

They were probably secretly mocking The Wolf Tribe, thinking they were putting on airs by serving leaves to guests.

She had guessed correctly, as those tribal leaders were indeed thinking that way but were too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Seeing that everyone was not interested in the tea, Lyle Sutton laughed heartily and then clapped his hands: “Let’s start the feast then!”

As his voice fell.

Beastmen and females from The Wolf Tribe, each carrying various ceramic vessels, filed in one after another.

As the fragrant aroma of stewed meats, stir-fried dishes, grilled fish, and various delicacies filled the tables, the eyes of the tribal leaders lit up.

In addition to the array of delicacies, each person had a jar of alcohol in front of them.

This was the fruit wine brewed by Luna Sutton, sweet and crisp in taste.

Though it couldn’t match the strength of rice wine, in this extremely primitive Beast World, it was a rare find.

Corbin Crowley, scanning the room deliberately, didn’t spot The Golden Silkworm King, and paused slightly.

He gestured to Finn Arcanus nearby, lowered his voice, and said, “Go and bring The Golden Silkworm King over.”

Although he didn’t like The Golden Silkworm King, the latter was a major contributor to fighting the plague, and such an important occasion naturally couldn’t do without him.

It was unclear whether the leader forgot, or if there was another reason.

It’s likely that they simply forgot.

“Alright, I’ll call him over now.”

With a slight nod, Finn Arcanus quickly got up and left the banquet hall to call for The Golden Silkworm King.

Luna Sutton, of course, noticed the small movements over by Corbin Crowley. Seeing Finn Arcanus leave, she didn’t mind, assuming there was something to take care of.

Meanwhile, Lyle Sutton, sitting at the main seat, grabbed a jar of alcohol and broke the clay seal: “Everyone, please.”

With those words, he directly tilted his head back and downed several large gulps, with the alcohol dribbling down his mouth and drenching the beast hide on his chest.

Not even using a bowl, just drinking straight from the jar.

Using a bowl is too troublesome; you have to keep pouring it. Drinking like this is much more satisfying.

It feels exhilarating.

Lyle’s bold way of drinking instantly ignited the atmosphere in the room.

Grayson laughed heartily, being the first to slap the table and stand up: “Good! This is what a real man is!”

With that, he also picked up the wine jar and drank heartily, wine dripping down his golden beard.

The other leaders saw this and followed suit.

Soon, the hall was filled with the sounds of “glug glug”.

It felt as if they were competing to drink the most.

The Old Priest of The Deer Tribe, being older and not very skilled at drinking, had just taken two sips before the array of delicious food in front of him caught his attention.

“What kind of cooking method is this?”

The Old Priest of The Deer Tribe stared at the plate of red braised pork in front of him, its color enticing and aroma drifting into his nose, causing his throat to roll.

Of course, he knew it was meat, but he’d never seen it cooked like this before.

In his previous memories, the only way to prepare meat was by roasting.

He was old with poor teeth, unable to gnaw the hard roasted meat, only choosing the tenderest pieces to eat.

Kian Sterling, sitting nearby, heard the Old Priest’s words and immediately looked over, glancing at the bowl of red braised pork and explaining with a smile: “The Old Priest may not know, this is a new method invented by Luna, called red braised pork. It’s soft, tender, flavorful but not greasy, particularly suitable for the old beastmen and young ones.”

The Old Priest of The Deer Tribe, upon hearing this, instantly became interested. He learned from Kian Sterling’s example, tried to use chopsticks to pick up a piece of red braised pork, but couldn’t manage it after several tries.

Feeling embarrassed, he simply tossed aside the chopsticks and grabbed the red braised pork directly, putting it into his mouth.

Though it was a bit embarrassing.

As the red braised pork entered his mouth,

Indeed, as Kian Sterling said, the red braised pork melted in the mouth, the rich sauce exploding on the tongue, fatty but not greasy, lean but not tough.

“This, this…”

He was so excited his beard trembled, “By the Beast God, I’ve never tasted meat so good.”

He wanted to inquire about the method of making this dish but felt embarrassed, thinking it was a technique of The Wolf Tribe.

The other leaders, upon hearing this, put down their wine jars and eagerly reached for the food.

No, I mean grabbed it with their hands.

As for the chopsticks on the side, they were directly ignored by everyone.

Luna Sutton watched this and twitched her mouth in amusement, but upon further thought, she understood.

The Beastmen of The Beast World Continent are accustomed to using their hands to grab food, chopsticks are indeed too complex for them.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius thought to themselves that they used to eat like this, grabbing food with their hands, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

It didn’t seem odd before, but looking back now, it was indeed a bit of a “black history.”

“Ahem…”

Soren Phoenix lightly coughed, breaking the silence, “Well… using chopsticks is actually quite good, it’s clean.”

Mael Valerius nodded in agreement, “Indeed clean, and it won’t burn your hands.”

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, and others chimed in, saying that using chopsticks is quite nice.

Also, thankfully each was eating separately, with their own table.

Luna Sutton: “……”

The various tribe leaders, priests, elders: “…”

Everyone looked at their greasy hands, feeling a bit crude and unsanitary, indeed somewhat unsightly.

A few tribe leaders exchanged glances and picked up the chopsticks, clumsily trying to use them to pick up food.

Unfortunately, the chopsticks in their hands felt like slippery eels, refusing to cooperate.

After several attempts, they still couldn’t pick anything up, getting frustrated and throwing the chopsticks away.

“These things are too difficult to use.”

“Exactly, it’s easier to grab the food directly with our hands.”

Lyle suddenly felt a sense of camaraderie. He had always found chopsticks difficult to use, but to avoid being looked down on by his daughter, he had no choice but to use them.

Fortunately, he gradually got used to them.

“What is this green dish?”

Titus, the leader of The Leopard Tribe, pointed at the stir-fried greens and asked.

“It’s wild vegetables.”

Rhys Blackwood answered coolly, and casually picked a chopstick full for Luna Sutton, “Luna said eating only meat can cause constipation.”

The leaders, priests, and elders of each tribe suddenly realized.

Constipation is a problem common among beastmen across tribes, especially severe among them.

Because beastmen love eating meat.

In the ancient beast world, there were few food varieties, and the only method was roasting. Eating roasted meat daily not only caused constipation but also heat in the body.

A week without a bowel movement was typical and sometimes even longer.

This was a pain only those who had been through it would understand.

Afterwards, they all grabbed the greens with their hands and ate, finding them quite tasty.

Just then, The Golden Silkworm King appeared with his striking golden hair, followed by a very frustrated Finn Arcanus.

“Sorry I’m late.”

The Golden Silkworm King casually flipped his long hair, his golden eyes scanning the hall, noticing they were all grabbing food with their hands, not surprised.

However, having been with Luna Sutton for a long time, seeing this made him feel a bit uneasy in his stomach.

He suddenly felt full.

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