Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 298: If Not Successful, Then Become a Martyr!
As soon as a few of them stepped out of the tent, Buffon immediately grinned and said, “Wells, you little rascal, how could you not bring out such good wine earlier? My father loves to drink, but he won’t touch ordinary wine. If he says that wine is good, it must be exceptional. Is that wine really brewed by Little Hai?”
Wells laughed and replied, “Of course it’s true! Otherwise, what do you think? Haha, I remember someone just said I was joking when I said I’d bring him wine. How about we don’t drink then?”
Buffon immediately played dumb, “Did someone say that? Who? Who said that?” His silly demeanor combined with his dog-headed appearance was simply hilarious.
Wells and the others burst into laughter, but they quickly arranged for someone to bring Buffon a large bag of milk wine, weighing about fifty pounds. They then arrived at Buzel's tent, where several bonfires were already set up, and mountain goats were being roasted over the fire.
Zhao Hai could tell that Wells was quite popular among the Mastiff Tribe. The Mastiff people greeted him warmly, laughing and joking with him.
However, the Mastiffs showed no sign of respect for Buffon, the Fifth Prince, often teasing him. But Zhao Hai noticed that the Mastiff people genuinely liked Buffon; he had won their hearts.
As they reached the bonfire, several drunken Mastiffs surrounded them, refusing to leave, clearly there to mooch off the food. Buffon had no intention of chasing them away; he just jokingly scolded them and told them to go home and bring back some good food.
The drunken ones didn’t argue and ran back home. Soon, they returned with some Orc delicacies, like milk skin and milk tofu.
Wells decided to show off a bit and brought out many of the vegetables that Zhao Hai had brought. This made the Mastiffs’ eyes light up; vegetables were indeed a rare sight on the Orc Prairie.
At this point, the lamb was also roasted, and they poured the milk wine that Zhao Hai had brought. Before the lamb could be served, a considerable portion of the vegetables was already consumed, with several drunks having crawled under the table, too tipsy from drinking too fast.
What surprised Zhao Hai was Buffon; this guy was simply a wine barrel. At the beginning of the night, his face was a bit red, and his tongue was sticking out, but after a few cups, he seemed to have recovered. Cups of wine kept going down without him showing any reaction.
Moreover, he wasn’t eating any lamb; instead, he seemed to have turned into a herbivore, stuffing the vegetables into his mouth while Wells angrily reprimanded him. But Buffon didn’t seem to care, continuing on his way.
Zhao Hai felt a bit envious of Buffon. He began to understand the Mastiff people better; they were the most typical of the Orcs, only liking the strong and displaying their feelings openly. They marched to their own beat, never caring about others' opinions. Such a race was truly worth befriending.
This meal was enjoyable for Zhao Hai and the others. The Mastiff Tribe was genuinely warm and welcoming. By the time they finished eating, their resting tent was already prepared, complete with a fireplace lit for them to relax in.
Both Zhao Hai and Laura were grateful for the thoughtful arrangements made by the Mastiff Tribe, but they still went into the space to rest. This time, Zhao Hai had invested heavily to help Wells. The mountain goats in his space were nearly all gone, and he had also taken out a considerable amount of food, vegetables, and fruit oil. Fortunately, these were all produced in his space; otherwise, he couldn’t have afforded it.
Now that things had reached this point, Zhao Hai had no retreat. His investment was substantial, and if Wells couldn’t take revenge successfully, Zhao Hai would suffer great losses.
However, Zhao Hai wasn’t thinking about that now; he was focused on helping Wells take revenge. Little did he know, the decapitation blood oath was gradually influencing him, but for Zhao Hai, this influence wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.