"The insect outbreak is imminent, I want to use this opportunity to get closer."
"My promise will not change. Once I succeed in my promotion, I’ll find a way to provide some aid to your tribe."
"Food, clothing, even weapons for fighting—I only ask for loyalty. You’ll help me reach that point, right, Flora?"
Listening to Chen Feng, Flora couldn’t help but nod.
Food.
Flora lowered her head and glanced at the delicious food on the table. If only these could truly be delivered to her community, how wonderful it would be...
For her tribe, she could fight demons without concern for her own life.
And right now... she could also bow to Chen Feng’s authority for her tribe.
She knew Chen Feng had the capability. During this period, she witnessed the rise of Order, and even the weakest humans did not appear to starve to death.
The food was so abundant it seemed endless, filling an entire basketball court. Besides that, Skeleton warriors began being deployed, and the reserves of insect meat steadily increased. Just the insect meat alone would be enough to feed the tribe, so they wouldn’t have to abandon any sick or elderly.
"Yes..."
Flora bowed her head helplessly, responding softly, the word seemed to drain all her strength, leaving her highly dejected.
"Well said."
"Your tribe isn’t cowardly, merely not skilled in weapon forging. I suppose during battles you must use local materials, right? Stones, branches, or the bones of some monsters, am I correct?"
Chen Feng’s crisp voice echoed in the room, his tone entirely indifferent, as though sincerely exploring the matter with Flora, even seeming focused.
"Yes, the tribe prefers to use stones for throwing."
The word "tribe" felt like shackles that restrained Flora’s actions. She nodded, trying her best to reply clearly to every word.
"The enemies of the Cat Race are primarily goblins. You’re harassed by those filthy, ugly creatures, and even with exceptional strength, you can’t always protect the tribe. However, I will help you resolve this issue."
"Tell your tribe, once I become Gold, I’ll gift you some weapons—all steel long knives. With these weapons, combined with the Cat Race’s natural agility, you can completely counterattack, enslave the goblins to work for you!"
"Then, having goblins as slaves, your tribe’s life will be better!"
Chen Feng’s tone was earnest, every word touching Flora’s inner vulnerabilities. These words undoubtedly stirred Flora’s heart, as nothing meant more to her than her tribe.
"Yes, I will forever be loyal to you!" Flora knew the answer Chen Feng needed, and therefore replied at this moment.
"I’m glad to hear your response. Well, I’m going now." After saying this, Chen Feng stood up.
Chen Feng had indeed keenly caught Flora’s change, but he didn’t expose it.
Nurturing Summoned Beasts is a technical approach!
Brute force is just a lower-level method; using hints to subtly make the prey submit is the master’s trick.
Flora had already fallen into the trap he set, and the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became.
"Oh, it seems you really like sweets; I’ll have someone send over a box soon." As he reached the door, Chen Feng suddenly spoke as if he remembered something.
Flora glanced at the porcelain bowl beside her but quickly diverted her gaze.
Chen Feng had already left, and the room was terrifyingly silent.
The other party claimed to be able to fill the stomachs of every tribe member; is this really possible?
"Chen Feng... is that his name? The other party seems not as bad as imagined!"
"No, definitely not!"
"I must be crazy!"
Flora hastily shook her head, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, forcing herself to forget what she had just experienced. Yet in the darkness, she could always see a blurred face.
That face was right in front of her, lingering endlessly.