"What? Longboat Tribe, you want to stay?"
The wooden house was low, with a faint tobacco scent lingering at the tip of the nose, along with a fresh earthy smell of Crocodile. Hearing the words of Priest Tomate, the Water Chief widened his eyes in surprise, his mouth gaping in disbelief.
Priest Tomate, calm and composed, wore a faint smile, ready for negotiation. The Water Chief's shock was within his expectations. However, the subsequent conversation from the other party was entirely different from what he had anticipated!
"Ah! Priest Tomate, you want to bring the Longboat Tribe to join our Mayali Tribe?"
The Water Chief scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled, but then showed a sincere smile.
