Claire carried the sheep on her shoulders, porcupine meat in her hands, and buffalo meat in her mouth like a woman, and took Jela back to their temporary residence, a small cave.
Although she knew that the ladies in the big cat world were very powerful, Jela did not expect that Claire could be so powerful.
After returning to the cave, she threw the prey casually on the ground, and Jela hurried over to push it away from the hay piled in the cave with her small body to avoid getting stained with blood. This is where it sleeps.
"You still like to lay out these messy things." Claire said.
"But you can't deny that sleeping on a haystack is much more comfortable than sleeping on the ground." Jela threw herself on the haystack and rolled happily, revealing her light-colored belly, and she lay there refusing to move. .
"Maybe, but it doesn't make much difference to me."
"Shall we start preparing for dinner now?" Jela stared at the large antelope with eager eyes and swallowed silently: "Claire, why don't we cook a roasted whole lamb?"
"Are you sure you want to eat cooked food? I think you may not be able to wait to roast the antelope before eating it?" Claire raised her eyebrows.
Jera raised her little head and tilted her head to look at Claire: "But, people here eat cooked food. If we eat raw meat directly, it would be bad if they find out, right?"
In the past, Jela had always regarded herself as a member of nature, hunting and eating according to nature's rules, and could rarely eat cooked food. Before meeting Pascal and the others, it didn't even have room to be picky. As a lion cub that lost its father, the food it can get is very limited. As long as it can ensure that it does not starve to death, it is already content. As for eating cooked food, it cannot even think about it. Competition in nature exists at every moment. If it finally gets some food and has to wait until it is cooked before eating, it may have been snatched away by other predators.
Later, after he joined the Pascale pride, he still maintained his original eating habits, because the lions in the Pascale pride seemed to have the same eating habits as the Garnerine lions. As a new member of the pride, he had always maintained his diet. Maintain a high degree of unity with the lions. It wasn't until this visit to the orc tribe that it began to come into frequent contact with cooked food.
Thinking of what she heard from someone in her last life, that the digestive system of beasts makes them not adaptable to cooked food, Jela couldn't help but worry: "Claire, if we eat cooked food... won't we suffer from indigestion? Will we suffer from this? Storing food?"
Claire glanced at it sideways: "I have to say, some of your worries are wrong. You know, we are not the same as those pure beasts. Whether it is raw food or cooked food, it is the same for us. The only difference is the preparation time and taste.”
"So that's it..." Jera nodded decently, and then was slapped on the back of the head by Claire: "There are still many things you don't understand. Just be more diligent and observant, little lazy boy."
Jera covered her head and weakly stepped aside: "Claire, I think you are becoming more and more violent. If you continue like this, you might really become a male..."
"Thank you for the reminder, but you don't need to worry about this. I know very well whether I am a male or a female." Jera swore that it heard the sound of Claire grinding her teeth, which gave it a dangerous message. , subconsciously distanced himself from Claire.
Fortunately, Claire did not intend to continue to be violent to it. Her attention has now turned back to their prey: "For us, an adult male antelope is already a very rich meal, isn't it? As for the porcupine meat , we can cover it with salt so that it can be stored for a longer period of time. If we don’t hunt enough food the next time we hunt, with the food reserves, we won’t go hungry. However, the problem now is, We’ve got to get some salt—we’ve got to replace this buffalo meat with salt. Whether we’re roasting lamb or roasting porcupine, we’re going to need salt.”
Claire used the dagger she always carried to process the buffalo meat. Jela stared at the knife in her hand and asked curiously: "Claire, where did you get your knife? I used to How come I’ve never seen you use it?”
"I bought this when I went to Dritli City. We occasionally go to the town to get some things we need. Do you think we never leave the grassland? Listen, little Jera, let me say it again, we These are not ordinary beasts, don’t look at us the same way you look at those beasts.”
"Okay, okay, I'm fully aware of this. However, I find it strange that you look like people who grew up in towns, and you don't look like you need to make a living on the prairie at all. .Why did you come to the prairie? What kind of species are you that can transform into human form?"
"You ask so many questions at once, which one should I answer first?"
"Let's start with the last question - after all, it's also the issue I'm most concerned about right now."
"Okay, then let me tell you about the evolution of our race. In the beginning, our ancestors lived on that prairie, no different from wild beasts. Their life consisted of hunting, It consists of monotonous elements such as patrolling the territory and reproducing offspring. One day, a god landed on this prairie. He was the great god Bramandeni. It was he who gave our ancestors wisdom and potential, allowing them to grow from Stand out among the beasts…”
"Wait, let me interrupt, Claire, are you sure you are not telling an illusory fairy tale?"
"No, that great god is real. He is the ancestor of our evolved lion! You, me, Master Pascal...we all have the blood of that god flowing in our bodies. Do you understand? The one I was born in There is still a statue of him standing in the city of Florville! I was even lucky enough to see him in person ten years ago!”
Claire's excitement and faint pride made Jela a little stunned. It has to admit that as an atheist, it cannot understand Claire's enthusiasm at all. If it weren't for Claire's last words, Jela might have thought that this girl was a brainwashed fanatic believer.
"You said, have you ever seen that...that god with your own eyes?" Somehow, Jera felt that things seemed to be beyond his imagination.
"Yes, with my own eyes!" Claire straightened her back, as if doing so would make her words more convincing: "That adult will come to see us every once in a while, and there are still ten days before his next arrival. In a year’s time, you will know whether what I said is true or false.”
Even the specific time came out. From the looks of it, it really didn't look like it was a lie. However, Jela felt even stranger. If the so-called gods really exist, then why do they come to visit regularly? Don't tell it that God loves the world, it won't believe it at all. This is not something God would do at all. If those so-called gods are not gods, then what kind of creatures are they
The huge amount of information was about to overwhelm Jera's little head. It shook its head and decided to have doubts now.
For now, these things have nothing to do with it. I am just curious, but there is no need to figure it out immediately.
"Claire, I believe your words, please continue."
Claire looked suspiciously at Jela, who looked like a good baby waiting to hear a story in front of her. She stretched out her hands and pulled Jela's face to both sides: "Do you really believe it or do you pretend to believe it? Hey, don't follow I’m being sloppy!”
"Of course it's true, let go quickly, it hurts, it hurts!" Due to physical stimulation, Jela's eyes were filled with transparent liquid, and she looked very pitiful.
"... Where did I just talk? Let me think about it. Ah, by the way, God Bramandeni gave our tribe wisdom and strength, which gradually distinguished our ancestors from those ordinary beasts. Our ancestors left They came to the prairie, gathered together, and gradually formed a city-state."
"Are they the three big cities and nine small cities you mentioned before?"
"Yes, the three big cities are Flowville City, Dritli City and Garamani City. Among them, Flowville City is my hometown, and it is also the hometown of Lord Pascal and Leod. Lord Pascal His father was the previous city lord of Flowell. After his death, his brother Selant expelled Lord Pascal, who was supposed to be the heir to the city lord, and took the position of city lord himself." Speaking of this, Claire There was a brief pause: "Did you know? That prairie is also known as the place of exile in several major cities. The city lords will use their elements to deal with those criminals who have committed serious crimes but cannot be killed directly. Knock them down to the lowest level, and then throw them to the place of exile and let them fend for themselves. Being knocked down is a huge injury to elemental power users. Nine out of ten of them will escape if they are seriously injured. But the fate of being devoured by wild beasts.”
It turns out that Pascal is not actually a poor wandering lion, but a real rich second generation. Unfortunately, his family property was occupied by his evil uncle, and he himself was kicked out. Jela silently lit a candle for a certain lion.
A certain male lion who had just defeated the black panther and was looking for it by following the scent of Claire and Jera sneezed and once again felt an inexplicable malice.
"Then Pascal has also been knocked down?" Jela asked.
"Yes, Master Pascal was a Level 2 ability user at that time, and he was not yet an adult. He had no ability to resist Celant at all." As if recalling that experience, Claire had an angry look on her face: " Master Pascal is his nephew, but he not only usurped the position that originally belonged to Master Pascal, but also wanted him to die! How could there be such a cruel uncle!"
This is normal. Jela silently complained in his heart, such things as bloody fights for power, uncles robbing nephews, sons robbing me, and brothers fighting against each other, were not seen too much in history textbooks in the last life! Miss Claire is still a little too naive in this regard.
"How did Pascal survive at that time?"
"Leaud and I are both followers of Master Pascal. Of course we will not watch the master we follow die in front of our eyes. What happened after that is as you can see. Master Pascal led us on the grassland We kept migrating to the lions and finally chose the place next to the lions in Ghana as our base.”
"What about the other male lions and lionesses? Did they follow Pascal to the prairie like you?"
"No, Varna and her sisters were exiled to the prairie. They originally came from a family in Garamani City, but that family fell and they also turned from nobles to criminals. When we met them, they They were already dying, but Lord Pascal saved them. So, after they recovered from their injuries, they joined us."
"As for the other two male lions, Sheen and Vidi, I don't know their specific origins, but they don't look like people who were exiled. Maybe they are just noble children who came here for training - there are always some families like this every year. Do. They swore allegiance to Lord Pascal, so they are also our companions."
Jera breathed out: "This sounds really complicated."
"Yes, but what we need to consider most now is not this issue, right?" As soon as she finished speaking, Jela heard a sound in Claire's stomach. Jela looked at Claire’s belly and then at Claire. Unexpectedly, Claire didn’t look embarrassed at all. Instead, she waved to Jela carelessly: “Okay, I should tell you. I've told you, now, let's go to the orc tribe's gathering to exchange for some salt. As you can see, I'm hungry, very, very hungry."
…
The orc gathering is lively. Due to the scarcity of supplies, members of the tribe often need to exchange things.
Jela noticed that not everyone bartered. Some people brought some strange-shaped shells to the stall and handed them to the stall owner, and then took things from the stall owner.
It seems that those shells are the currency of the orc tribe. But at this stage, Jela and Claire don’t have that thing yet.
Apparently, bartering for food was popular during the winter months when food was scarce. Since Claire had a string of buffalo meat hanging on her body, many orcs or sub-beasts tried to chat with her along the way.
"My friend, do you need to go back with some vegetables? Your child definitely needs this."
Jela's face turned green, she pulled Claire and turned away, while Claire snickered on the side.
"Come on, come on, this orc friend comes and takes a look. This is a special blade of grass we picked from the mountain. Although it has been there for more than forty days, it has been well preserved. With it, you can Increase the favorability of the sub-beasts towards you. What are you waiting for? Buy some and give them back to your beloved sub-beasts!"
I have to admit that the orc who sells grass leaves is very talented in sales. Unfortunately, there is something wrong with the person he is selling to...
Claire had a cold face, pulled Jera and left.
"Um...please wait..."
When Claire and Jela passed by a certain stall, a thin voice stopped them. Claire turned around and saw that it was a delicate sub-orc. Claire was obviously not used to dealing with delicate sub-orcs, but out of etiquette, she still stopped and asked: "Is something wrong?"
"I saw you when we were dividing prey in the tribe just now." Yashou looked very shy. Before he could finish a sentence, he lowered his head and crossed his fingers: "Well... I think you are very handsome..."
"???" Claire was confused and had no idea at all. But Jera smelled a little bit of it. But it won't tell Claire, who let this unjust guy see its joke just now!
Seeing that Claire hadn't understood what he meant, Yashou suddenly became anxious. He raised his head and said loudly, "I like you very much, can you be my partner?"
Suddenly, many orcs around him gathered their ambiguous glances. However, their eyes were more filled with envy and jealousy. They all recognized Claire as a strange orc who had just arrived in the tribe. They didn't expect that she would kidnap the sub-orc that was about to become a precious animal in their tribe so quickly. How could they, the single orcs, survive!
Claire was not at all as ecstatic as the orcs imagined, she was completely confused.
What will a heterosexual person do when he/she is unpreparedly confessed by a same-sex(?) person
Claire didn't know that she felt that her soul was greatly frightened, so she... ran away without any hope.
…
They failed to exchange for salt, so that night Claire and Jela could only eat tasteless roasted whole lamb.
After eating, Jela felt that her tongue was almost like a bird. It lay on the ground with its chubby belly and limbs hanging down, pretending to be dead.
Because there was no salt, Claire asked Jela to get rid of the porcupine meat and buffalo meat with her, but this was simply an impossible task for Jela.
Now it is beginning to regret not helping Claire to prevent this "disaster" when it first noticed the signs. In the end, it was its own stomach that suffered.〒_〒
As for Claire, she was still eating voraciously beside her, as if she was turning her depression into appetite.
That night, Claire ate for the first time in her life.
After a good night's sleep, when she woke up the next morning, the psychological shadow caused by Yashou's confession had faded a lot. However, she clearly felt that something was wrong with the way the orcs around her looked at her. As if overnight, they returned to their original cold and defensive attitude towards each other, which made Claire feel somewhat depressed.
"Why did you reject that sub-beast?" The pressure around the clan leader dropped a lot.
"Why should you agree to him?" Claire felt confused. Not to mention that she would never like a sub-beast, she didn't even know him, okay? Who would agree to a courtship from someone they don't know
"He is a sub-beast." The clan leader said solemnly.
"So I should agree to him? What's the logic of this? You are the clan leader, so there should be many sub-beasts that like you, right? Do you accept any sub-beast that likes you?"
"You don't like Asian beasts." In this sentence, he used a declarative sentence.
"..." Claire suddenly felt that there was some difficulty in communicating between the two. Did this guy pay attention to the key points of what she said
"Do you like orcs?"
"No, I don't like sub-beasts, but I don't like orcs either. Are you satisfied with this answer? I only like my Jera. It's enough for me to live with our Jera." So don't worry about me competing with you. Asian beast! I really only like pure, male, sex!
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Claire seemed to see a smile on the corner of the clan leader's mouth, and then he showed a troubled expression.
Reality didn't give Claire much time to study the clan leader's expression. Just as they were chatting, the alarm bell in the tribe rang.
The faces of the patriarch and the tribal warriors around him immediately became serious: "No, an outsider has broken in, but let's take a look."
Claire's feet were half full and she followed. In fact, she followed them shamelessly. After all, she was an outsider in the tribe. Logically speaking, if the people in the tribe didn't invite her to join them, she should stay here honestly.
But Claire knows that most of the people who will come to the orc tribe at this time are related to her, either from the Lord of Selant City, or from Pascal's side. Therefore, if she is asked to wait, why not? It's really impossible.
She has not forgotten how the clan leader and his gang treated her when they first met. If the people who came were her companions and were driven away by the clan leader and them, then when would she be able to contact them.