The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

The eyes beneath Kaelen’s hair rolled, and he waved his hands, saying:

[I am looking for seeds.]

Seeds?

Sane looked around Kaelen suspiciously.

Except for a few types of wild grass with a slight scent, there was absolutely nothing special; what was this Sub-Beast looking for here?

Seeing Sane seemingly unconvinced, Kaelen changed the subject: [You have already given me meat for a week, we temporarily have nothing to talk about. Do you still have any business?]

Seeing the Sub-Beast’s disgusted expression, Sane’s fangs itched slightly. He really wanted to pin Kaelen against a tree and do it. However, thinking was one thing, Sane didn’t actually say it out loud, only saying:

"Whatever you want to find, just tell me. Tomorrow the tribe’s hunting squad will go hunting; at that time, I will pay a bit of attention to the surroundings. Whatever was around the tribe has all been picked clean; there probably won’t be what you want."

Kaelen bowed his head in thought for a moment, feeling it also made sense.

After awakening his memories, Kaelen remembered his drawing ability wasn’t bad. Although there was currently no way to make paint, making a simple pencil was still possible.

The problem was that this whole group of people here, except for the Chief and the Priest, the rest of the tribesmen were all illiterate; just drawing a picture without being able to read the annotations, could Sane find the type of plant Kaelen wanted?

While Kaelen was bowing his head in deep thought, a loud call echoed from afar: "Kaelen! Kaelen!"

Along with the sound was a white shadow rushing over at the speed of light; right as the white shadow was about to crash into Kaelen’s embrace, Sane’s hand timely reached out.

"Ouch! Who grabbed your grandpa’s neck! Let your grandpa go right now!"

A white tiger tribe beastman cub had the scruff of its neck grabbed by Sane, its four legs dangling, unable to struggle. However, its mouth chattered incessantly, pouring out all sorts of ’beautiful words and fine phrases’ in a torrent.

Kaelen looked at the tiger cub suspended in mid-air, a bit speechless.

This tiger cub was the cub of the Chief’s family, his third grandson, named Wilder. This brat was very mischievous, running around the tribe all day looking for other families’ cubs to fight with.

Kaelen smiled, placed the rabbit cage down at his feet, and reached out to receive the little boy.

Wilder, being rescued, turned around and bared his teeth, hissing a few times at Sane. Sane’s gaze was busy observing the motionless rabbit in the cage, not bothering to care about the little tiger. The little boy found it boring and turned back to chatter eagerly with Kaelen:

"Kaelen, Roley and I caught a lot of things in the river following the way you told us. Roley is standing guard there now, quickly come see."

Wilder’s pink paw pads continuously kneaded Kaelen’s arm, urging impatiently. Kaelen had said he would make delicious food for them from those bony water beasts; Wilder only needed to think of Kaelen’s superior cooking skills and his drool would flow long.

Kaelen was a bit surprised. Previously, he had taught them how to put animal organs into a woven vine basket and then drop it into the river to catch fish. It had been so long he thought they had forgotten; he didn’t expect these brats would remember today and grope their way down to the river to check the basket.

He said: [Alright, but I have to go home to put my things away first.]

Putting Wilder down, Kaelen carried the rabbit cage, walking briskly back to his cave. Previously, before awakening his memories, Kaelen had suddenly thought of catching the water beasts in the river to eat. This thing had many bones and little meat; normal tribesmen would not catch it.

At that time, Kaelen also found himself truly ridiculous, but still invited Wilder’s group to weave baskets and throw animal organs into them. After that, he also completely forgot about the basket still lying in the river.

"Hey! Why are you following us?"

Wilder had been grabbed by the neck and beaten by Sane a few times during the training sessions for beast cubs, so the little boy thoroughly disliked this Snake Tribe beastman who always acted cool. Thinking that later the delicious food might be divided by Sane, Wilder bared his fangs at Sane.

Sane didn’t bother arguing with the brat, only saying flatly:

"Taking a stroll. What? Not allowed? Then how about we go back and start a beast cub training class right now?"

Hearing about the training class, Wilder wilted and tucked his tail, sulkily running after Kaelen’s butt.

Kaelen only found it funny, also not expecting Sane to have this side to him. Thinking back to that absurd night, the tips of his ears turned slightly pink. Sane always refused to get intimate with the Sub-Beasts in the tribe; even the most beautiful Rylan couldn’t move him. Everyone assumed Sane was frigid.

Frigid my ass.

Don’t just look at how he was running like the wind today as if nothing happened; in reality, up until now his waist was still very sore, and his private parts were still numb.

Arriving at the cave entrance, Sane and Wilder very consciously stood outside waiting. Kaelen carried the rabbit cage inside the house, hid the travelogue deep in the crevice under the stone bed, and only then carried a basket containing various spices and a pot made from a wild beast’s skull outside.

The three of them slowly walked toward the riverbank again; while moving, Wilder leaped into Kaelen’s embrace again, chirping and telling Kaelen a few matters in the tribe that he had gossiped about. Kaelen gently stroked the little tiger’s smooth fur, the corners of his mouth curving up into a happy smile.

His left cheek was suddenly poked; Kaelen looked to the side in astonishment. Sane had guiltily withdrawn his hand, placing it by his mouth to fake a cough. This Sub-Beast looked so charming when smiling, with two little dimples on his cheeks, making people itch to poke him. And Sane had actually poked him.

"Ah, Kaelen is here." Roley cheered. The little boy was a black bear tribe beastman, his round, chubby body constantly swaying back and forth.

Besides Roley, there was Talon belonging to the Silver Fox Tribe, Vesper belonging to the Gray Wolf Tribe, Nero of the Curved-Horn Goat Tribe, the young Gray Wolf Tribe Sub-Beast Moer, the young Manul Cat Tribe Sub-Beast Lucian...

Hmm, it could be said that half of the tribe’s cubs were gathered here.

Except for Wilder and Roley who were close to Kaelen, the rest of the cubs all looked at Kaelen with vigilant expressions. It was also true; the little ones were influenced by the adults, so having prejudices against Kaelen was a normal thing.

Kaelen, on the contrary, felt it was no big deal. He waved to the little friends, put Wilder down, then grabbed the pull rope, intending to pull the fish-catching basket ashore.

A pair of hands grabbed the pull rope; Kaelen raised his eyes, only to see Sane saying with a completely cold face: "Let me."

The basket was very large, larger than any woven vine basket in the tribe; if this Sub-Beast stubbornly pulled it, he would definitely fall in. It wasn’t that Sane suddenly had a burst of compassion. Sane saw it; when Kaelen held Wilder, Kaelen often stealthily rubbed his waist. Really, already unwell yet still trying to put on a brave face.

Sane both unhappily and secretly reproached Kaelen, but more than that was pride in his own ability. See, it clearly wasn’t that he wasn’t capable, but this Sub-Beast was too good at putting on an act.

The basket was pulled ashore; Kaelen gestured for Sane to pour the contents inside out.

Unexpectedly, the harvest was quite good. Besides various large fish, there were also shrimp, crabs, and eels. The whole bunch was flopping around on the shore; the little beastmen surrounded them cheering in delight, and the young Sub-Beasts also curiously approached to examine them.

Kaelen picked up the small ones and threw them back into the river, and also left the eels to slither down by themselves.