"Clan Leader, you’re awake!" A surprise voice from the side pulled Bertel out of his thoughts.
Moving his still weak body, Bertel frowned at the orc by his side: "What ti is it now?"
The orc shrank back slightly: "It’s already the second day of your coma."
The second day!!!
Bertel imdiately sat up and glared at the orc beside him: "How is the trade competition between tribes? Did our tribe lose?"
Bertel suddenly felt like he shouldn’t have eaten all of the Beast God Fruit. He had been unconscious for such a long ti due to the Watson Tribe’s plot. Without a single evolved orc, it would be strange if the Gru Tribe could win.
The orc shook his head: "Don’t worry, because of your coma, the Divine Tree Clan has postponed the start of the trade eting until tomorrow."
After speaking, the orc left the tent and returned with a piece of tender beast at for Bertel: "This is a Snow Beast hunted by our tribe today. You should eat so food first."
Upon seeing the tender beast at, a wave of extre hunger surged through Bertel’s stomach. He grabbed the at from the orc’s hand and started tearing into it with a wild abandon.
The orc lted so snow water in a stone bowl and placed it in front of the ravenous Bertel, continuing: "Today, two of the smaller tribes that previously joined the Monte Tribe have decided to join us. They must have seen how much the Divine Tree Clan values you and realized that siding with you is the correct choice."
A triumphant look flashed in Bertel’s eyes: "I saw the Clan Leader of the Divine Tree Clan. Plus, our tribe trades so many goods with the Divine Tree Clan every year. A small Watson Tribe can’t compare with ."
Bertel looked at the orc: "Did the Divine Tree Clan deal with the Watson Tribe?"
The orc shook his head, a puzzled look in his eyes: "No, they only announced the postponent of the trading conference."
Bertel furrowed his brow in thought, then sinisterly laughed: "It must be ng Zhuo, that old fox. He must have said sothing to the people of the Divine Tree Clan."
(ng Zhuo: "!!! I have been behaving and staying in my tent, I didn’t go anywhere. Don’t arbitrarily pin this on .")
Bertel waved his hand dismissively: "Go, inform the tribe that I’ve awakened. In tomorrow’s trade competition, we must secure first place."
The orc nodded excitedly, cleared away the remnants of Bertel’s al, and then left the tent to spread the ssage.
Bertel was left alone in his tent, self-satisfied about his importance to the trading eting and the Divine Tree Clan.
On the other end, ng Zhuo, who had only returned to his own tent in his tribe after partying late into the night, just upon entering his tent, he was t with several pairs of eyes, quite confused: "Why aren’t you all sleeping? What are you doing lingering in my tent?"
ng Tai was extrely helpless with his headstrong father. For so reason, his reliable and authoritative father had been treading down a strange path ever since he t Chief Ge Xing.
"Father, did you et with the Divine Tree Clan today?" ng Tai asked anxiously.
ng Zhuo waved his hand dismissively: "No, I just stayed in the Watson Tribe with the three group leaders for a while, then ca straight back."
"Did Shaman Ji Nuan say anything...?" Another orc jumped to his feet anxiously.
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