Chapter 752: The Fierce and Direct Female Shaman of the Semi-farming Tribe
These matters were somewhat complicated. Even after pondering for a long time, Shaman, the eldest senior brother, Mao, and the others still couldn’t fully make sense of everything.
However, there was one thing they did understand: the Divine Child (Han Cheng) had a way to deal with this female prisoner—who, despite being older, was otherwise very attractive—in such a way that she would sleep peacefully on the same heated bed as Shaman.
Moreover, he had a way to teach her these things without bringing harm to the tribe.
The reasoning wasn’t quite clear to them, but since they knew the Divine Child had a way, that was enough. As a result, the way they looked at the female shaman of the semi-farming tribe softened again.
Han Cheng had Mao begin conveying his intentions to the woman.
Watching Mao jumping and gesturing excitedly, the pale-faced shaman felt a mix of joy and disbelief.
She had requested that even she thought was excessive. Yet, not only did these people not kill her, they didn’t beat her, nor did they even make her a slave woman. Instead, they told her that she could learn this knowledge?!
How could people from this tribe be so open-handed?
This kind of valuable knowledge… they were going to let her learn it, just like that?
The female shaman, having gotten the result she wanted, stood there dumbfounded with her mouth agape.
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“Are you agreeing or not?”
Mao, seeing that the female shaman was spacing out and not responding, grew impatient. He gestured and spoke again, pushing her to reply.
Startled out of her stupor, the female shaman rapidly nodded like a pecking chick, afraid that any hesitation would make them change their minds.
Only after agreeing did she turn her gaze to Shaman, who looked thin and old.
Compared to the chance of learning the secrets behind these divine wonders, sharing a bed with this elder who held high status in the tribe didn’t seem like much of a sacrifice. In the world of primitives, this wasn’t a big deal at all.
As for no longer being the female shaman of her tribe and cutting ties with her people—that condition did give her some pause. But only for a moment.
Her tribe’s chief was dead. Many people had been killed. The rest were captured.
This tribe was large and strong. Without crops and donkeys, even if a few people escaped, what could they do?
Without agriculture or draft animals, her tribe had no future.
And besides, these people—outside of battle—had been surprisingly kind. During the journey, they weren’t beaten or mistreated, and there was no shortage of food.
Her people might not have such a bad life here after all.
As for being a female shaman—well, if her tribe was gone, then what female shaman was there to be?
Han Cheng’s assessment had been spot on. The female shaman of the semi-farming tribe was, in fact, someone with a burning thirst for knowledge. Once her request was granted, everything else became secondary—nothing but fleeting clouds.
To cement the agreement and leave no room for regret, she communicated with Han Cheng through Mao again and publicly announced to the captives that their tribe had ceased to exist.
She also declared she was no longer their female shaman.
After saying this, she added a little improvisation of her own—telling her fellow captives to live well here and not cause trouble.
Then, ignoring their stunned expressions, she walked straight toward Shaman.
While Shaman stood dumbfounded, she took one of his hands in hers, and with the other, pulled aside the animal skin wrapped around her body…
The Green Sparrow Tribe, which had just become lively due to the victorious return of their army with numerous captives, suddenly fell silent.
It wasn’t just the stunned captives of the semi-farming tribe, but even Han Cheng, the eldest senior brother, and the others who had been trying to matchmake were utterly speechless.
Too direct. Too fierce!
Han Cheng had thought he’d been pretty straightforward when he talked to Shaman earlier. But now, compared to the female shaman… he was like a timid amateur next to a bold master!
Looking from the plump female shaman to the frozen Shaman, Han Cheng could only feel humbled and awestruck.
From that moment on, with the matter publicly sealed, the female shaman stuck to Shaman like a loyal little coat. Wherever Shaman went, she followed.
From time to time, she would even pull open parts of her animal skin and use her other hand to warm Shaman’s.
She was a clever woman. After recovering from the cultural shock, she gave it some thought and more or less figured out why this tribe was treating her so well.
And once she understood, of course, she clung to Shaman tightly.
If she didn’t serve this old primitive man well, and they changed their minds and stopped letting her see or learn those secrets—what would she do then?
Her bold, unexpected move—like a goddess descending from the heavens—greatly influenced the attitudes of the other semi-farming captives. Many who had begun to feel a new sense of respect or curiosity toward the Green Sparrow Tribe now felt even less resistance.
With the addition of more than 200 members from the tribal coalition army, the Green Sparrow Tribe suddenly had nearly 500 more people.
Even though the tribe had spent the past year building many houses after completing the new outer wall, it still wasn’t enough.
So for now, the coalition troops were housed in newly built structures between the old and new walls.
As for the semi-farming tribe’s people, the minors and nursing mothers were assigned to the slave courtyard, squeezing in with the original Green Sparrow slaves. The courtyard had heated beds, making it warm.
The rest had to pitch tents in the open space between the two walls.
Fortunately, because the tribe’s people often traveled during winter, there was no shortage of tents.
Still, it was clear they needed to distribute the spoils of war quickly.
Once that was done, they could send the coalition members back to their tribes.
That way, Green Sparrow’s houses could be freed up to settle the captives of the semi-farming tribe, and the post-war cleanup could proceed more efficiently.
Also, the sooner those extra mouths left, the more food they would save.
With so many people now eating from the same granary, Shaman muttered sorrowfully several times a day about how wasteful it all was. If this continued, Han Cheng worried that Shaman, having just embarked on his “sunset romance,” might not survive the stress on his heart…