Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Currently, they teetered on the brink of extinction, rely struggling to endure.
With the Tribe Chief now initiating plans for the clan, there was a glimr of new hope on the horizon.
Ever since Gary had consented to the bamboo house project, a faint glint of hope had danced in his previously somber eyes. While discussing the matter with Oliver and Warren, he found himself reinvigorated.
The three youths harbored varying degrees of optimism.
anwhile, Gu Chaoyan maintained a low profile and began pondering how to craft a bow.
In this uncivilized world, the luxuries of pen and ink were nonexistent. To draft the design for a bow and arrow, she was compelled to employ a bamboo stick as her writing instrunt and the earth as her canvas.
For Gu Chaoyan, this approach proved far more practical than utilizing a brush and ink.
As she diligently rendered the details, Gary approached.
He had been dispatched by Aina to bring dinner. Since he was a man with an injured arm and no current responsibilities, he was entrusted with this task.
Upon catching sight of Gu Chaoyan sketching sothing, he peered down at her work.
His reaction was one of astonishnt. “Tribe Chief, what is this?”
What lay before him was a comprehensive illustration of a bow and arrow. It resembled a weapon, but he couldn’t precisely discern its identity. The sight ignited a fiery enthusiasm within Gary, as though he had encountered sothing formidable.
“I’ve nad it the Bow and Arrow.”
“You’ve observed its appearance. If we succeed in crafting it and soone tries to seize our possessions, we’ll have the ans to defend ourselves. However, success is far from guaranteed.”
“I’ve contemplated the conflict with the Moco Clan extensively. We need to possess the ans to resist them,” Gu Chaoyan declared solemnly.
“I must devise a thod to acquire my own weapon, one that surpasses theirs,” she added with earnest determination.
Naturally, she had initially learned about the Moco Clan from Aina. However, this knowledge hadn’t deterred her.
A fiery zeal burned within Gary. In accordance with the Tribe Chief’s design, their success in crafting the bow and arrow would obviate the need for close combat. Moreover, it would mitigate the incidence of injuries like theirs. Reduced injuries ant fewer illnesses and decreased mortality rates.
Gary’s curiosity was piqued, and he longed to see this weapon called the bow and arrow.
With his head bowed, he continued to examine the drawing of the weapon. Gu Chaoyan waited patiently by his side, allowing him to study it without rush.
Gary appeared deeply engrossed in the subject, imrsing himself in his study for an extended duration.
Ultimately, he broke into a bashful grin and handed the drawing to Gu Chaoyan. “I forgot about this earlier. Tribe Chief, please have so food.”
Gu Chaoyan accepted what Gary had offered. It was a simple al consisting of edible wild vegetables cooked in water.
Nevertheless, Gu Chaoyan found herself devoid of any hunger. In an uncivilized world, sustenance was primarily a ans to quell hunger.
“Gary, you go ahead and eat. I’m not hungry at the mont,” she suggested as she handed the food back to him. With her current state, abstaining from food for a few days posed no significant challenge.
Gary regarded the Tribe Chief with curiosity.
Gary chose not to persist and accepted the food. He departed to partake in his al.
Gu Chaoyan resud her contemplation, considering the various other weapons she could potentially create. Above all, the bamboo house was near completion, and safeguarding it was of paramount importance to ensure it remained undamaged.
As she pondered these matters, Gary suddenly rushed back in.
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