Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 170 - 170 9 Countrymen Meet Countrymen_2

170: Chapter 9 Countrymen Meet Countrymen_2 170: Chapter 9 Countrymen Meet Countrymen_2 “Miss, may I ask which of our Beamon tribes you belong to?” A few bizarrely green-skinned Beamons, having noticed the two elegant and utterly radiant ladies’ cordiality, instantly saw a reduction in their combative postures.

“Go back to watching over the beast herd.” Ning Yu said to the Vassal Clan behind her, eliciting a shrug from the skunk-esque creature who then moved away.

“Our lord and husband, Richard, the War Shaman of the Pigiel race, is the overlord here, but we two are not Beamons.

Rest assured!

Since you’re Beamons and not slaves, nobody can drive you away.” Although Avril appeared delicate, her temper was incredibly fiery.

She hated those who exploited their positions of power most.

This habit developed slowly after following Liu Zhenhan, as before, Avril loved throwing her weight around.

“There are many cave dwellings here; you are welcome to continue living.

Today’s incident was a misunderstanding.” Ning Yu also knew that Faelende had an absolute lower limit of one thousand residents, so she took the initiative to retain them.

“Since Faelende is now Barren Richard’s territory, you will become his subjects and accept his jurisdiction.” Avril chuckled secretly within, quickly appending this sentiment to Ning Yu’s words.

Ning Yu shared a laugh with her.

“I will get some paper to help you register.” Ning Yu nodded at the green Beamons.

“Cough, cough…” A series of coughs emanated from the cave dwelling.

A short, chubby figure slowly emerged from the cave, brushing aside rose thorns along the way.

“Damai tribe?”

The mermaid and Ning Yu were simultaneously surprised as they gazed upon the short, plump figure, crying out in unison.

The descending sun’s rays shone upon the bald head from the side of the Red Earth Highland.

His wrinkled face had a pair of twinkling small eyes, his back was shiny, showing chestnut shell with light yellow colored blood vessels, and his feet were like flippers.

“Master!” The green figures blocking the cave entrance all bent their waists in respectful salutation.

“Unbelievable!

To meet our Sea Clan brethren in the Donau Wasteland.” The short, plump individual stroked his sparse mustache, “Indeed, I am from the Damai tribe, also known as the Wenjia tribe in the Far East Continent.

I am Andulan of the Damai tribe, bidding good wishes to the Lady Mermaid and Lady Mo Shao.”

Ning Yu and the mermaid shared a glance.

“Even though my Damai tribe is sparse in population, we are amphibious species, in contrast with my own relative lack of agility.

I harbor immense curiosity towards you two ladies,” the Damai elder Andulan respectfully bent his waist and motioned for the ladies to enter the dwelling.

The bond of shared marine heritage prompted an immediate agreement from the ladies as they followed the Damai elder into the cave dwelling.

The cave dwelling was not large.

Ning Yu and Avril had to stoop to circle around.

There were several goat skulls filled with animal oil lighting up the interior along the winding corridors.

The crude dwelling was decorated with a breed of potted plants, which were carved from wood and sprouting fresh green shoots.

“I am over four thousand years old this year.” Andulan of the Damai tribe coughed a couple of times and invited his two beautiful Sea Clan guests to sit on the crude wooden stools.

“The longevity of the Model and Damai tribes is something that all races envy.” Ning Yu and Avril both displayed reverence, feeling that it wasn’t appropriate to have disturbed such an elder’s peace.

“Hehe…” The Damai elder laughed and said, “You two young ladies have quite the sense of humor.

Life can become dull when it stretches too long.

The only gain from such a long life is the ability to travel more than half the world.”

“More than half the world?” Ning Yu and Avril gave each other another glance and stuck out their tongues.

“I have been to the Far East Continent!

That happened a very long time ago.” The Damai elder said these words while directing the green-skinned Beamons to scoop out some water from the boiling pot on the fire rack.

The pot on the fire rack had a unique design, a hint of patina, and ornamental drapes hanging on both sides, decorated with antique bird and beast patterns.

“The Donau Wasteland was a battlefield from the ancient wars of the gods and demons.

I found this on a barren hill.

Haha…” The Damai elder lifted the horned cup in his hand, “This might have been some general’s helmet which I have used as a pot and planter.”

Ning Yu and Avril smiled as they took a cup of water.

“Years ago, when I was journeying to the Far East Continent, I was seriously injured in a magical beast attack.

As you know, we Damai are quite slow and apart from our long lifespans, we have hardly any exceptional abilities left.” The Damai elder also plonked down onto a chair.

Gougo strutted in, cradling Katusha in her arms.

Since Karu could not fit into the small cave, the two of them strolled in and hopped straight onto the table, sniffing around and observing the Damai elder.

“Two adorable little beings.” The Damai elder grabbed a handful of nuts from a wooden box behind him and offered them to Guoguo with a smile lighting up his face.

“We have disturbed your peaceful solitude, Elder.” Ning Yu and Avril stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

“Young people, it’s alright.” The Damai elder waved to them, inviting them to take a seat, “I am an ascetic monk.

You do not need to exercise so much deference.”