"What happened to the tribe?"
Walter looked in surprise at the land reclamation and livestock farming area that had expanded all the way to the periphery. The forest in this area had been almost entirely leveled, replaced by neatly lined fields of sweet grass.
The guard beastman laughed and said: "You guys have been gone for too long, the tribe has changed a lot. Counting it up, our tribe can be considered an Intermediate tribe now."
"Intermediate?"
Everyone took a deep breath. Anthony blurted out to ask: "Has someone in the tribe reached level four?"
Not just that. The guard beastman smiled mysteriously, speaking ambiguously: "You will know soon enough."
