CHAPTER 1304: CHAPTER 1303: A VERY HUMBLE ATTITUDE

"Shaman Ji Nuan, Shaman Harry, I sincerely apologize. My tribe members spotted unfamiliar orcs moving through the forest and assumed they were secretly hunting within our territory, so they brought them back. I only found out afterward.

After all, protecting the tribe’s territory is very important. I hope the two Shamans can understand."

The old Shaman lowered his stance considerably, and Ji Nuan couldn’t maintain a cold expression any longer, so she nodded: "Since my tribesmen aren’t hurt, both sides are at fault, let’s just leave it at that."

The old Shaman understood well that this was because it happened on their land and those orcs weren’t harmed. Otherwise, seeing the temperament of this young female, it would be difficult to resolve.

"Since the two Shamans are here, why not visit our tribe? When I was young, I traveled a lot, and it’s truly nostalgic to think about it."

Harry glanced at Ji Nuan, still somewhat worried about Norz’s injury.

Ji Nuan understood his concern, presenting a very polite smile: "We have matters to attend to today, but we will definitely visit another day, Shaman."

Oh, when the little female isn’t angry, she is still adorably soft and cute.

(Oh, my old heart is thrilled~)

Watching Ji Nuan and Harry leave, the old Shaman’s face immediately turned grim, the beard on his chin pointed high as he grumbled his way towards his cave.

The young orc hurriedly followed behind him, noticing the old Shaman’s familiar behavior. Whenever he saw young, tender females, he would think they were always right.

Now, who knows what he’s contemplating about Beast World’s Pierre, but...

He’s been dealt with, and I’m still quite pleased, given the trouble he’s caused me over time.

Meanwhile, after the old Shaman left, Alenta and Pierre also returned to Pierre’s cave with unpleasant faces. They dare not go back to the Clan Leader’s cave.

If our conversation is overheard again, we’ll be doomed.

"Father, will the Shaman punish me?" Pierre asked nervously, glancing at Alenta, feeling quite uneasy.

Alenta looked at the child who grew up by his side and sighed helplessly: "Since the Shaman spoke those words in front of the tribe, he won’t pursue it further.

But you must be wary of your brother. If he says anything beside the old Shaman, your punishment may worsen."

Thinking of Brother Nigel, who grew up beside the old Shaman and wasn’t close to family, made him grit his teeth.

He’s suffered under him many times, even his father was reprimanded by the Shaman several times because of him.

Nigel was his childhood nightmare, the most hated orc.

Though Amu said Nigel lived harshly since leaving them young, he didn’t care. Father and Amu were his, his brother could stay well with the old Shaman.

Thankfully, Father has always stood by his side.

"It seems Father intends to pass the Clan Leader position to your good-for-nothing brother." The old Shaman snorted coldly, grumbling.

The young orc sat beside him, chuckled lightly, and handed him a juicy fruit: "That depends on whether you agree. The Tribal Chief’s position is always held by powerful orcs. I don’t believe my brother has such ability.