Chapter 253 - I Can Marry Guri to You (1/2)

“I’m afraid I can’t take these,” said Tarico in rejection.

“But you haven’t suffered any loss and Guri has also reflected on her mistake,” Mahal said anxiously.

“If I forgive you this time, you’ll do something worse next time. One who makes mistakes must be punished, or our tribe will be in disorder,” Tarico replied. Then, he turned around and left, giving Mahal no chance to beg anymore.

Mahal stamped his foot with anger, but he couldn’t stop Tarico. If the Seventh King really knew about this, he could only pa.s.s the buck to Guri alone. Or, before going back to the tribe, he might do one more evil thing – to kill Tarico, shutting him up forever!

…

Tarico had a subordinate called Mcginon whose parents had died early. This man was so poor that not a single woman was willing to marry him. One day, Mahal saw him herding goats. Among less than 15 goats, there was only one that belonged to Mcginon. The sight sparked inspiration in Mahal’s mind.

Mcginon’s greatest virtue was his honesty, but he was also troubled by his timidness. For example, when he herded the goats, he would watch them closely in fear of losing any of them.

Mahal walked over and patted him on his back. Seeing that it was the tribal leader, Mcginon immediately became nervous. Owing to his humble background, he always groveled every time he met Mahal.

“Mcginon, are you herding alone?” Mahal asked.

Mcginon nodded.

Seeing a tear in Mcginon’s coat, Mahal asked, “Why don’t you mend your clothes?”

Mcginon replied tensely, “Well… it doesn’t matter. It’s only one little tear. I-I’m used to it.”

“Oh no, if you wear torn clothes, others will think you’re poor and women also won’t like you. How are you going to marry this way?” Mahal said with affected concern.

Mcginon said, “I see… I’ll mend it after I go home.”

“That’s too troublesome for you. Take it off. I’ll ask my wife to help you mend it.”

“How could I trouble her? I can do it by myself.” Mcginon was flattered and panicking.

“Don’t stand on ceremony. We’re in the same tribe. It’s normal for us to help each other.” After saying that, Mahal tried to take off his coat.

But Mcginon became even more nervous, holding his coat firmly. Suddenly, the finger-length tear was ripped into an arm-length one.

While Mcginon stood there stunned, Mahal said, “Look, if you gave the coat to me, it wouldn’t be torn like this. Take off the coat now and let me take it back for my wife to mend.”

Mcginon could only obey.

But then, Mahal added, “What about coming with me? My wife sews very quickly. You can wait in the yurt and drink some milk tea.”

“Well…”

While Mcginon was hesitating, Mahal grabbed his arm impatiently. “There’s nothing to hesitate about. Hurry up.”

Then, Mcginon was dragged all the way to Mahal’s house.

…

Dati was confused about why her husband had brought Mcginon and also a coat back to their house.

Mahal threw the coat to her and said, “Pour a cup of milk tea for Mcginon and help him mend this coat.”

Puzzled as Dati was, she did so obediently.

Then, Mahal began chatting with Mcginon. “Mcginon, how old are you this year?”

“Well… 22.”

“Oh, you’re old enough to get married.”

“No woman is willing to marry me,” Mcginon said.

“Really? What about Guri? I can marry her to you.”

Mcginon had just drunk a mouthful of milk tea. Hearing these words, he not only spat the tea into Mahal’s face but almost dropped the cup. Hurriedly, he put down the cup and wiped the liquid off Mahal’s face.

Mahal gave him a wry smile. In Mahal’s eyes, Mcginon was just a useless, cowardly hick. But he was the only man Mahal could turn to.