"Tofu is so delicious, the Ox-Head tribe will definitely like it too. If they're happy, won't they teach us all their farming methods?"
A warrior, thinking of the delicious tofu, nodded in agreement.
Michael also nodded: "That's right, young Eric really is the one who thinks things through. This way, we don't have to worry anymore."
The corner of Max's mouth lifted. Although he didn't say much, his appreciative gaze was obvious, his attitude beyond question.
Seeing everyone approve of his idea, Eric felt greatly encouraged.
"Then it's settled. There's one more thing."
He hesitated for a moment, but facing the attentively listening faces, he continued:
"Since I am the chieftain, I have a duty to think for everyone. We are all beastmen; we should help each other.
Today, meeting the Kon tribe, I want to tell them how to make felt.
If they can live better, then if we encounter danger in the future, we can also seek their help."
