"Just treat them as ordinary orcs. Enslave them when it’s ti to enslave them; they are still eating our food after all."
Xiu Yan’s dark eyes gave her a glance, the aning in his gaze couldn’t be more obvious, as if to say ’that goes without saying.’
The three beasts had no idea what kind of desert travel awaited them.
Tuya awoke in the evening, and though she was still weak, she could drink water and eat so food on her own.
Ji Nuan routinely shared so of their food with Tuya; she was a little female after all, and deserved so care.
Tuya also learned from Norz that if it weren’t for Shaman Ji Nuan saving her with the Beast God Fruit, she might have already gone to et the Beast God.
After eating, she had Norz carry her to the outside of Xiu Yan and Ji Nuan’s tent to kneel down and express her thanks to Ji Nuan.
Looking at the still frail female, Ji Nuan waved her hand: "I have received your thanks. Better go back and rest quickly, don’t waste my precious potion."
With that, she paid no further attention and went straight into the tent.
Inside the tent, Xiu Yan was rolling up so soft yellow sheepskins, all filled with things written and drawn by Ji Nuan.
He couldn’t understand the densely packed words on them, but he could recognize so of the drawings; they depicted the encounters they had on their journey.
Xiu Yan pointed to the yellow sheepskins drying on the side: "Nuannuan, what are those squares you’ve drawn?"
Seeing him point at her writing, Ji Nuan’s eyes lit up, and she walked over to sit beside Xiu Yan: "Brother Xiu Yan, these are characters used for writing and recording."
"Recording?" Xiu Yan furrowed his brows slightly, a word he had never heard before.
Ji Nuan nodded and then took a piece of unused yellow beast skin from the side, retrieved her precious potion, dipped her homade brush in it, and carefully wrote two characters.
She then presented it to Xiu Yan as if offering a treasure.
The orc took it with a puzzled look, staring at the two large blocks on the beast skin: "What are these?"
Ji Nuan extended her tender index finger and pointed at the first character: "This is ’Xiu’."
Then she pointed at the second character: "This is ’Yan’."
These two characters make up your na, Brother Xiu Yan.
The orc’s body trembled, feeling the beast skin in his hands burning hot, so much so that his eyes reddened: "This is my na?"
Ji Nuan nodded: "Yes."
Xiu Yan carefully placed the beast skin aside and tightly hugged the little female next to him: "Nuannuan, are you a ssenger of Lord Beast God?"
Ji Nuan was startled: "I... am not."
She is simply herself. If she were a ssenger, she would be a ssenger from China.
Although many things here are different from China, she used the knowledge from China to change their current living environnt.
It feels a bit like a tragic princess sent to a remote land for marriage.
But she is not a princess, nor does she have the life of one; she’s just an ordinary person.
"No, you are. Only the ssenger of the Beast God would have the characters and drawings that can record events," the orc said with excitent and pride in his voice.
This was the first ti Ji Nuan saw Xiu Yan exhibiting such open emotions, and she couldn’t help but feel amused.
"Alright, if you say so, then it’s so."
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she patted the orc’s iron arm holding her: "Brother Xiu Yan, how about I teach you to learn to write?"
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