SFS Chapter 192 Eat Melon
Chapter 192 Eat Melon
Lin Baiyan rushed out first, took two steps, then turned back and glared at Lang Cang with a fierce look, "Aren't you coming?! Do you expect me to carry the basket myself?"
Lang Cang readily agreed and followed.
The two began to walk slowly along the trading market. Not far from them, behind a tent, an orc peeked out and stared at them for a long time before slowly disappearing from sight.
The two exchanged a glance, and Lang Cang nodded slightly to Lin Baiyan without making a sound. "They've already left."
Lin Baiyan understood his look and breathed a sigh of relief.
They began to stroll through the trading market. Lin Baiyan, recalling the furtive figure from earlier, whispered, "Do you know who that person was?"
Lang Cang nodded. "They were most likely sent by the Fierce Boar Tribe."
Since such a mess happened on the first day, he naturally had to make preparations and inquired beforehand. "That pig horn has some status. His sister is one of the sub-beastmen of the chieftain of the Fierce Boar Tribe."
Lin Baiyan frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes, "Then what if..."
A cold glint flashed in Lang Cang's eyes. "Don't worry, I'm prepared."
"We've exchanged most of the supplies; we'll leave tomorrow night."
Hearing Lang Cang say that, Lin Baiyan nodded. In any case, they had already achieved their main goal.
It's noon now, and the market is bustling with activity. As expected of the annual market in the north, there are at least a hundred tribes here.
The trading market is shaped like a "口" (mouth), with the tribe that opened the market in the very center. No wonder tribes fight tooth and nail for this spot every year; it's definitely the center position, and occupying the very center indirectly demonstrates the strength of their tribe.
Lin Baiyan wandered around. Some of the stalls had stone tables on which they displayed their goods, while others simply used large leaves as tall as a person as stall cloths to pile their items on for people to choose from.
Lin Baiyan's goal this time was very clear: seeds!
He wants to eat rice and noodles!
As Lin Baiyan walked along, he saw many strange and unusual decorations and animal hides.
Although most tribes were impoverished, there were still class differences wherever there were people. Lin Baiyan watched as a handsome sub-beastman traded a small bowl of salt for a piece of green gemstone.
He roughly estimated that there was about half a pound of salt in the small stone bowl.
Lin Baiyan was utterly dumbfounded, knowing that this small bowl of salt could be exchanged for ten pounds of beast meat!
The extra salt they handed over when they entered the trading market was about the same weight.
He clicked his tongue. "The class difference is really huge."
Some orcs were so poorly clothed that they couldn't even afford to eat, while others could trade half a pound of salt for a beautiful but useless stone.
Hearing his words, Lang Cang glanced in that direction and said, "Those should be orcs from the Giant Bear Tribe."
"Their tribe used to be quite famous, one of the five major tribes in the north. However, the old giant bear chieftain died in the earthquake, and the new giant bear chieftain was too young, so they gradually declined."
Lin Baiyan nodded thoughtfully. Even if they were declining, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and the wealth they had accumulated was unmatched by other small and medium-sized tribes.
"One of the five major tribes? What are the other four tribes?"
Lang Cang's lips curled up slightly. "You know that too."
Lin Baiyan seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened in surprise, "Silver Fox and Silver Tiger?"
Lang Cang smiled and nodded, then his lips tightened slightly, "There's also the Fierce Boar Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe."
At the trading market, he thoroughly investigated the current power structure in the north.
The northern territory is dominated by five major tribes: the Silver Tiger tribe is warlike, the Silver Fox tribe is cunning, the Fierce Boar tribe is brutal, and the Mad Lion tribe is volatile. They have already dealt with the other four tribes, leaving only the Giant Bear tribe.
"Most of the orcs in their tribe are brown bears, and there are also some polar bears. They are quite powerful in combat, but many of their people died in the fissure."
Thinking of the earth cracking, a trace of sorrow flashed in Lin Baiyan's eyes. Humans are truly insignificant in the face of nature.
As the two were talking, they saw the orc just fill the salt container and was about to take the emerald away when a voice suddenly rang out, "I want this stone!"
Lang Cang and Lin Baiyan were about to leave, but upon hearing this, Lin Baiyan reacted as if a switch had been flipped, pulling Lang Cang to a stop and quietly finding a corner.
He was finally going to watch this familiar scene from a TV drama live!
It's clear that Lin Baiyan has been really bored these past few days, even though he wasn't usually one to enjoy watching the drama unfold.
Lang Cang sensed Lin Baiyan's inexplicable excitement, chuckled, and joined him in watching the spectacle.
Hearing this, the sub-orc frowned slightly, turned around, and saw a figure emerge from the crowd. It was a petite female sub-orc with slightly dark skin. "What, your Giant Bear tribe actually has salt to exchange for a stone?"
"Shimin, what do you mean by this?"
The female sub-beastman named Lion Min looked at the sub-beastman's fair face, a trace of jealousy flashing in her eyes. "Nowadays, which tribe doesn't know that your chieftain is dead? Most of your people are dead too. How can you be worthy of the title of one of the five great tribes of the north?"
What did that sub-orc hear you say? The male orc behind him stepped forward, angrily waving his fist, "What's it to you?"
“What I said? Isn’t it the truth?” Lionmin looked at him smugly. “Your father is dead! You are no longer the chief’s son, how can you be worthy of Ming!”
“Even if your father were still alive, a male orc whose combat strength has not improved over the years could not lead to a powerful tribe.”
Lion Ming, the eldest son of the current Mad Lion Clan Chief, is considered to be among the best in combat among the chief's sons. Most importantly, he is the first son of the Mad Lion Clan Chief born to a sub-beastman, and is deeply loved by the chief.
She met Xiong Zhi, the gentle and handsome sub-beastman, at a trading market. Later, she learned that he was the son of the chieftain of the Giant Bear Clan and began to pursue him fervently.
However, Xiong Zhi remained lukewarm towards Shi Ming.
Upon hearing Shi Min's words, he glanced at her indifferently, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, "So it was all for Shi Ming again."
"I don't like him, and I can't be bothered to argue with you, but..."
He stepped forward and slapped Shi Min without hesitation, saying, "Who do you think you are, slandering my father?"
Caught off guard by the attack, Lionheart's eyes widened in anger. "You, you actually dared to hit me!"