Chapter 64: Frogman Tribe (2/2)

The village was built just by the tidal flat, and there weren’t a lot of houses built. Most of the houses were large, two-meter tall conches, while a small percentage of them were houses built from rocks and shells.

Even though it could be considered exotic, the beauty standards of the frogman tribe differed a lot from that of humans, and standing on the roads of the frogman village, the party couldn’t help feeling that it was extremely filthy…

Even if it were still low tide at the moment, the seawater still covered their ankles.

“This is my first time seeing frogman buildings…” Gou Dan looked around curiously.

“That goes for all of the human race, too. If there was a ranking of the most mysterious races in the world, frogmen would definitely rank in the top ten!” Vela whispered back to him.

Other than some sailors, humans didn’t have much interaction with frogmen.

Most of the time, frogmen would avoid humans and stayed in remote and isolated places, so it was hard to see them.

At the same time, frogmen didn’t have anything that warranted the attention of humans—Their flesh tastes gross, their organs don’t have any medicinal properties, and they didn’t have any valuable local products like pearls. The most valuable things they produced were probably the salted fish that were dried on their roofs…

And so after the war, the human civilization didn’t have much conflict with frogmen at all.

This was why Angora was curious why the Society of the Secret Eye got into trouble with the frogman tribe, and why the frogman tribe would rather fight with them instead of leaving the tidal flats…Also, he wanted to give the frogmen some help, so that the Society of the Secret Eye didn’t attack the unnamed town from the direction of the tidal flats.

“Here is where the village elder lives, tell him anything!” Croakatoa croaked and brought the party to the largest conch in the village.

“You said you don’t have anything to say to us, but you still brought us here anyway? You’re a good guy, Croakatoa!” Joe was a warrior and a straightforward person, so he laughed and praised the frogman.

“I just wanted to see, what you had to say!”

The inside of the conch was unexpectedly spacious, and the village elder was already waiting inside.

He had yellowish-orange skin that was different than every other frogman in the village, and his size was much larger too, with a bunch of gross-looking warts on his back.

“According to Croakatoa, you have something to tell me?” The frogman asked in fluent Shumonian. “I don’t think I would be able to help you…”

“Please don’t treat us as enemies, we’re here to help you!” Vela tried to put on a diplomatic front. “I believe you have been attacked by other humans recently…”

“Did you dry-skins do it?!” Vela hadn’t finished her sentence before Croakatoa jumped and shouted at her.

“Croakatoa, you go out first!” The village elder made Croakatoa retreat, before turning back to Vela. “I apologize for his rudeness, but I hope you understand. You dry-skinned all look the same, and it’s really hard to differentiate among you people…”

“Meanwhile, us the wet-skinned tribe have many different skin colors and patterns on our skin! Look at this chrysanthemum on my back…Ah, sorry elder, you know that I have always been proud of my cute little chrysanthemum.”

Croakatoa was bragging about his pattern, before realizing that everyone in the room was looking at him, and so he shrank into a corner.