Chapter 612 (1/2)

Other than being very good at finding crystals, the people of the Zhi tribe were really good at knowing which part of the animal the processed animal skin was from by smelling it.

Other people had to use other skills but they could just take a sniff and guess what was usually right seventy percent of the time.

Abuli didn’t use this method at the trading point because the skin was large enough to see where it was from.

Most tribespeople liked the skin from the back of the animal as it had more elasticity. The one near the animal rear was a bit tougher. Tribes that hunted a lot could differentiate the skin but tugging on it to check its elasticity.

“I’m not sure if the Flaming Horn people purposely picked this,” muttered Abuli.

If the Flaming Horn craftsmen knew about it, they would just say that they cut all the skin up into equally large pieces without much thought.

Although it was the skin of the animal's rear, Abuli still rolled the scroll carefully. This was the pass to head towards the Flaming Horn Trading Point for the big banquet. They wouldn’t be able to join without this.

Abuli swatted away the hands that reached for the scroll, yearning to take a better look. He knew that they were definitely not the only tribe that was invited. In this case, they would need to bring a gift, that was what he read in the ancestral records. When Abuli came back from the trading point, he had deliberately studied all of them.

What gift would he bring? He had made his decision. He thought of gifting the glowing crystal in the former chief’s cave.

Soon after, Abuli brought some men over to the cave to extract the glowing column of a crystal that was as tall as a human.

Of course, he kept the most beautiful things within his collection for themselves. He already felt the pain of giving away that crystal for free when it could have been traded for so many things.

Although it pained him, he knew this was for the best. Their tribe was small and they interacted with a limited set of people but they still knew how they needed to act in a public setting.

They could embarrass themselves but they shouldn’t embarrass the tribe.

With the invitation and gift ready to go, there was still one more thing left.

“Ok, so who wants to go with me?” Abuli looked to his surroundings.

The crowd erupted with volunteers.

“Me!”

“Me, me! Look at me chief!”

“Me too!”

“My foot is the biggest! I’ll go!”

“Bullshit, the chief’s feet are the biggest! He’s trying to challenge you, beat him up chief!”

“When did I say that? I just said my feet are the biggest excluding the chiefs’!”

“Chief, he wants to challenge you!”

They didn’t like to fight but they liked to compare foot sizes. They were now showing off their foot size to get the chief’s attention.

These people don't like interacting with strangers or leaving the mountain but now they were highly interested in going to the banquet as there was a lot of food to eat there! They could eat until their stomachs split open!

Why wouldn't they not want to go?!

Abuli was placed in a tough position now. He thought he should bring some people other than those he usually brought along on trading expeditions.

Abuli states on the half polished crystal and ruffles his hair, “What about this!”

Everyone suddenly quieted down to listen to him.

“You all, fight each other. The one who wins can come with me,” said Abuli as he circled them with his finger.