Chapter 238 - Things change (1/2)

Edited by Ilesyt

Shao Xuan had intended to go with Yan Shuo to bring those wanderers who had stayed with Yan Shuo here. The original route did not include that place, they wouldn’t pass by there. But there were many forks in the river, so the tribe’s fleet decided to use a different stream.

Before they set out, the Shaman stopped them from leaving.

The Shaman told the fleet to go past where Yan Shuo had once lived. Shao Xuan had told him that there were many wanderers and slaves, who had a very tough life.

“Let’s go there to have a look.”

This was what the Shaman said at the time.

He wanted to let the people of the Flaming Horns tribe, who had been isolated, to learn about the lives of those whose tribes had been extinct- wanderers and slaves.

The Shaman wanted to give a lesson to the members of the Flaming Horns tribe.

The Shaman hadn’t drawn much attention since they had crossed the river. In the past, many things were decided by the chief and the Shaman after discussing. But since then, the Shaman seldom got involved, and it was Ao who often gave orders.

The Shaman gave his opinion again now, no one disagreed with him.

The fleet took the longer route, different from the original planned route, and came to the waterway which the traveling team of the Pu tribe often traveled.

....

On the land next to the Y-shaped river fork, slaves were called to rise early in the morning to work one by one.

There were many large and small bamboo rafts on the river, and the slaves were fishing. When they were there, the wanderers did not dare to snatch the things and fight with them, because they would be besieged. At the shore, some supervisors with whips were staring at the river to keep the slaves working and be vigilant against the wanderers.

The life of these supervisors was only a little better than that of the slaves of the lowest rank. They couldn’t order the slaves but at least they were given strength by the slave owners. They were more powerful than those who had not awakened their totem power, so their presence here could deter those wanderers who wanted to cause trouble.

Promoted to be supervisors, all of them were vicious judging from their eyes.

In a place a little further from the slaves, some wanderers became active.

Several wanderers wearing decent clothes yawned and slowly walked to the river. They drank a little water and washed their faces directly with the river to become sober.

Looking at the slaves who had started working, the leader spat there.

“Boss, recently, some of the wanderers have been active, right?” Someone asked.

“There are more wanderers and we can also get some work from the slaves.” Another man said.

The leader got up and wiped his face, “Keep an eye out.”

“Haven’t you heard that they will leave in the future? They will go to Yan Shuo’s tribe.” Someone said.

A bearded man next to them said with scorn, “Leave?” and sneered. “They just talk about it here. How long can they live if they left here? They may be eaten by wild beasts or killed by other tribes.”

“Yep.” The leader nodded approvingly, “Not to mention that they have no ability to survive after leaving. Even if they are able to leave, they will meet the Flaming Horns tribe. What is that? Who knows? The wanderers will live under the tribe’s control, so it is a more difficult life. The people in the tribe will kill anyone who they don’t like directly, especially in those small tribes without enough food. They may eat the wanderers for food, we have seen this before. Go to a big tribe in the central region instead.”

“What is the big tribe in the central region like?” A younger man asked.

The leader suddenly became complacent, raised his chin, and made gestures to make those near him move away. He went to sit on a tall stone and then told some of the scenes he had seen while drifting outside.

In fact, there were many scenes he did not remember. His memory was too vague, but it did not matter. He just needed to shock his subordinates.

“...especially the members of the Longboat tribe. They are really good at building ships. Their ships are much higher than our houses, different from those used by the slaves. Those are just simple and broken rafts. The ships of those traveling tribes are not good, either.”

When talking, the leader suddenly noticed that he had told this to them for a long time, but they were still calm and indifferent! Moreover, each looked at somewhere else. Were they looking at those slaves who were fishing with the nets?

“What are you looking at?!” The leader became dissatisfied.

“No, boss. There’s a ship over there.” One of them pointed there and trembled.

“How many times have I said? Those slaves are on boats rather than ships!” The man became even more angry.

“Yes, boss. The ship is as high as our house.” Another man said.

“Yep!” The others nodded.

Bigger than our house?