Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 660 Meeting with the Chief Steward of the Wolfblood King Camp

At night, Tilan sat in her own small tent. An oil lamp was placed on a higher wooden box, and Tilan sat on a wooden chair beside it.

The black skirt was rolled up and dropped to the knees, revealing her slightly smaller, white knees and feet soaked in warm water.

Because of the limited conditions, she naturally couldn't take a shower, and there wasn't enough large bathtub and water for a bath, so she simply scrubbed her feet with a basin. Finally, the girl soaked her feet in the still warm water, and at the same time, with the help of the light, she looked through the map album she bought at the market today.

The whole booklet is only about 20 pages long, with a rough map of the upper and lower reaches of the river, and the approximate locations of various settlements marked. Judging from the stamp number at the end of the album, it should have been the first edition printed three years ago.

"The 'White Fang' settlement of the wolf-blood species, the 'Sharp Teeth' settlement of the wolf-blood species, the 'Queen's Camp' of the wolf-blood species..." Tilan wrote down the locations of the settlements marked above, and also saw the fox-tail settlement among them.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of outsiders, it was still a medium-sized settlement.

The text in the appendix next to the album not only describes the approximate distribution of power in this area, but also records the ups and downs of each season in a year. It is now early March. If another month passes, the grassland will usher in the rainy season. At that time, the wet and muddy ground will become very difficult to drive on, but the rainy season is also a season with abundant food. The water in the river will surge and submerge the surrounding land, so that after the rain stops, some fish will fall into the puddles and mud on the shore. At this time, some animals that cannot fish will go up and try to prey.

When water, grass and food are abundant, both animals and humans on the grassland will reproduce at this stage.

By June and July, the climate becomes gradually drier, and many herbivores will leave their homes, where they have already eaten little food, and migrate to other places. During this long-distance migration, the old, weak, and sick are likely to fall behind and become food for other predators. Some settlements will also choose to hunt at this time to obtain large amounts of food to pickle in preparation for autumn and winter.

If you come in June or July, it should be easier and cheaper to buy food, but it is not long since the beginning of spring, and after the winter consumption, the food reserves in various settlements are often not much left.

There is a severe shortage of food everywhere, no wonder the price of food is so high, Tilan thought.

She had prepared a lot of supplies along the way, such as scarce medicines, some tea and tea cakes rescued from the Stone Forest Fort, extra weapons, some electrical appliances repaired by Sura, etc., but it is still not enough now. The food purchased so far is estimated to be only enough for 1600 people to survive for two weeks, and this is under very frugal eating conditions.

After cleaning up the polluted land, from sowing to harvesting, even if Tilan could use some extraordinary abilities to accelerate the ripening, it would take at least two months to produce enough food to meet the needs of survival. How to make up for the gap in between is the most urgent thing at present.

Originally, she thought that by coming to the King's Camp, she would be able to meet most of her needs, and then on the return journey, she could take another route and trade with the settlements along the roadside to make up for the remaining missing parts. But now it seems that the price and exchange items required to buy food in the King's Camp are also surprisingly high.

I have to think of a way to make money. The girl put her fingers down from the album and tapped the pages lightly with her fingertips.

It was getting late, and Tilan lifted her feet from the basin. Water droplets slid down her toes. She drained them a little, then wiped them clean with a towel, and then stepped into soft slippers.

After a good night's sleep and rest, the next morning, Tilan sat up from the quilt on the floor, changed into clean clothes for the day, put on the hood of her cloak, and walked out of the tent.

This is the open space where the caravan is stationed. In addition to Tilan's own small tent, there are several tents of different sizes nearby, all built by the caravan members. Some of them have already gotten up and started preparing breakfast.

"Good morning, Heshia~" Loloria came to the girl with full energy. She was a mechanical body and hardly needed to rest at night. She was the one who kept watch yesterday so that everyone could sleep peacefully.

"Morning, Loloria."

After saying hello, Tilan came to another tent. She first checked on the weak butterfly species who had not woken up yet, explained to the two members guarding the tent, and then came to another very small tent. The space in this tent was only about four square meters. It was where the silkworm moth species Olenna slept and stayed.

The little girl was still sleeping on the quilt, with the goose-moth wings behind her covering her body like a natural quilt, and only her silver-white hair could be seen.

After gently touching Olenna's back, the little guy moved, then quickly stood up and stood on the floor.

"Hello, Master Heshia~" The wings behind her were slightly opened and flapped a few times, showing her happy mood.

"Don't call me master." Heshia corrected her way of addressing again.

"I'm sorry, Lady Heshia." She imitated the other members of the caravan.

At this time, Heshia just shook her head slightly and did not make any further corrections. Although this name did not quite fit her idea, she should not start with the silkworm moth girl in front of her.

"I'll have someone bring you food later. You may have to stay in the camp for the next few days and can't go out." After all, silkworm moth species are very rare, and if exposed, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"Olena knows." She nodded, not feeling sad about it, or maybe for her, living in such a small and cramped space was a normal life.

As a race designed for domestic animals and tool use, they can adapt well to various harsh environments. After all, as a tool, the first thing to do is to make the user worry-free.

The girl continued to speak to her with some compassion, and then asked someone to bring in some picture albums and books and put them in the tent to help Olena pass the time and prevent her from being too bored.

Afterwards, Tilan walked out of the tent and began to participate in today's trade discussion.

"According to the statistics of yesterday's transactions, medicines and tea are the best-selling goods, but we don't have much medicine left and only have five boxes of tea." Guy flipped through the record form in his hand.

"Other items are not selling well at the moment and it is difficult to sell them in a short period of time. We have only four days left to prepare for the return trip, otherwise we will not be able to make it in time. When the rainy season comes, the road will be even more difficult to travel on."

"Ways to make money..." Tilan thought thoughtfully.

"Or I'll go look for it. Our Iron Core species' technology and strength are needed everywhere." Sura stepped forward first.

"I also want to look for opportunities in the camp." Fran came from the Slami Association in the southern continent and knew a lot of knowledge that this land did not know.

Others also said they would try more and look for ways and opportunities to make money.

……

At noon, Tilan and Sura took a tour around the market but did not find anything special. They felt like a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. Although they knew a lot of things, unfortunately people here had few needs. Many of them had never touched an electrical appliance in their entire lives. They could not afford any medicines and had to endure all kinds of diseases, big or small. They did not have much spare money to buy useless luxury goods.

Just as the two were about to return to the camp for lunch, a man on horseback passed by on the road and found them.

"Are you the merchant who bought the butterfly-eye species yesterday?" He was thin and had a long, polished, reflective curved knife on his waist.

"It's us." Sura stepped forward first.

"Where is that butterfly eye planted? Lord Gus wants to see him."

"Who is Lord Gus?" The two had never heard of this name.

"Lord Gus is the steward of the royal camp and the queen's deputy. Now that he has spoken, you'd better not have any cunning thoughts." He didn't seem to have a good impression of the businessman.

"I understand." Tilan nodded slightly, and then the pair of blue eyes hidden under the hood looked at the young man.

"Can you tell us what happened so suddenly?"

"It concerns the safety of the royal camp, so Lord Ge Si takes it very seriously." He answered briefly, and his reason was roughly reasonable.

"That butterfly-eyed creature hasn't woken up yet. We have to go back and check to find out."

"Is he still alive? As long as he's alive, it's OK. You'd better hand him over first. Otherwise, if he dies in your place, many things will be hard to explain." Seeing that Tilan was a young girl, the other party softened his tone and gave her a slight reminder.

"Thank you." Then the two men led the young man to the garrison, said something to Guy, and had someone put the butterfly-eyed creature on a cart.

"Are we going to Lord Gus as well?" Tilan asked. "Of course, we still have to go and answer questions." The other party nodded, called the wolf cavalry patrolling in the camp, and asked them to push the cart to the center of the king's camp.

"Then I'll go." Tilan thought about it and decided that it would be best for her to go. Whether it was to get a closer look at the situation or for safety reasons, her going would be the best choice.

"You?" The other party thought that this caravan would send a mature and experienced person as a representative.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"No problem. Come with us." Seeing that the girl with such a beautiful voice was about to fall into the wolf's mouth, the other party shook his head helplessly and stopped trying to stop her.

Afterwards, Tilan followed the cart, followed the young man and several wolf riders, and gradually came to the "inner palace" surrounded by wooden walls in the middle of the royal camp. It was said to be where the queen lived, but it was closer to some kind of military fortress. Patrolling and stationed wolf-blood warriors could be seen everywhere, and there were also several trained eagles in the sky for lookout and alert.

After passing through the heavily guarded gate and entering the inner square, the cart moved to the left and finally stopped in front of a large and gorgeous tent.

The top of the tent is decorated with rare fire fox tail hair, and then light golden threads are pulled down from the top to the various supporting points of the tent to connect them. A few dangling copper leaf flakes are hung on the golden threads, reflecting a fragmented halo in the sun, which is quite beautiful.

Several guards stationed in the tent pulled up the curtain and then pushed a cart into the tent. At this time, the sound of musical instruments could be heard in the tent, and a woman in scantily clad clothes with slave marks on her shoulders could be seen dancing and swaying on a wooden stage, performing various seductive movements.

Although these dances were rather primitive and boring in Tilan's eyes, they were an ultimate luxury in this land where entertainment was extremely scarce.

After all, it is not easy to feed the fighters in the settlement, but you also have to take out a lot of food and expensive cloth to feed these women who can only dance. Few forces can do it.

Looking across the wooden dance stage, Tilan noticed that in addition to the fat man sitting in the first seat in the middle, there were several other figures with quite different temperaments and faces. They should be representatives from different settlements and forces.

"Sir, the butterfly species that caused trouble yesterday has been delivered." The young man who found Tilan clasped his fists and stepped forward to report.

"Oh, they're here already." The fat man in the middle wearing various jewelry clapped his hands, asked the dancing women to stop temporarily, and moved the wooden stage away.

"I'm sure a lot of people have heard about what happened yesterday." Gus said as he picked out a bunch of washed grapes from the glass plate in front of him.

"I hate people who don't follow the rules the most." As he said this, he waved his hand, and someone came over with a bag. He threw out the contents of a bag, which rolled on the ground for several circles before stopping.

Tilan saw clearly that it was the slave trader who sold her the butterfly-eye seeds yesterday. Unexpectedly, he was killed by Gus's men today and his head was cut off.

No wonder they all say that wolf-bloods are barbaric and bloody. The girl turned her eyes away and no longer looked at the bloody head.

"Lord Gus is the most fair and strict." Others began to echo his praise.

"Your Majesty, with your assistance, the Wolfblood King Camp will always be strong."

……

Listening to everyone's praise, although Gus didn't express it clearly, it could be seen from his expression that he enjoyed it very much and was in a good mood.

"I killed him not because he pissed me off, but because he brought slaves of a special race into the city without reporting to me, which eventually led to trouble from the Butterfly-Eyed Clan." He reiterated that his punishment was not out of personal feelings, but a manifestation of justice.

Then he waved and asked someone to come over.

"Oh, that's right, it's you. Wake up that butterfly-eyed creature and see if he's dead. These guys are quite treacherous and cunning. You can't be careless."

"Yes." After saying that, a guard carefully stepped forward, shook the unconscious Butterfly Eyed One, and then slapped him a few times.

At this moment, Diemu, who was still sleeping and unconscious, finally woke up slowly. He looked around in surprise, touched his body again, and found that everything was normal, which was incredible.

"What's your name? Which settlement are you from? How many people did you bring here yesterday? How did you chase them to the king's camp?" The wolf-blooded deputy beside Gus asked a series of questions.

Unfortunately, the butterfly that had just awakened didn't pay any attention. Seeing that it was in good condition, it immediately spread its wings and prepared to escape.

"Catch him!" The guards in the tent can't let him run away like this, that would be a disgrace to the wolfbloods, and Gus would not forgive them afterwards.

First, he threw the spear in his hand directly out, piercing the butterfly-eyed species that was flapping its wings to take off, and then threw out iron chains to entangle the butterfly-eyed species. After that, several strong wolf-blooded species came forward, with blood surging all over their bodies and muscles bulging, and they suddenly held the butterfly-eyed species tightly, and then others took the iron chains and tied it up tightly.

By the time everything was settled again, half an hour had passed. The Butterfly-Eyed Man was tied up and pressed to the ground and brought to the crowd.

"Go ahead, tell me about those previous questions." The deputy next to Gus repeated them.

Unfortunately, this butterfly-eyed creature seemed not to understand and didn't care at all. It sat on the ground motionless.

"Cut off one of his fingers." Gus spat out a grape seed, which flew off and landed on the butterfly-eyed creature who was kneeling on the ground.

"Yes."

A cold knife flashed, and a bloody finger flew up and fell into the mud beside it. The butterfly species on the ground also let out a painful hiss.

Tilan couldn't bear to see such a scene, so she turned away.

After that, he asked again, but the butterfly eyed creature still didn't answer. Just like that, its fingers flew up one by one and fell into the dirty and gray soil.

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak after all the fingers were chopped off, the deputy beside Gus felt a little embarrassed. After all, there were many guests and representatives from other large settlements here.

"Chop off another of his arms and feed it to the wild dogs outside the door." Gus raised his hand and gave the order while trimming his nails.

"Yes, sir." The deputy beside him wiped the sweat off his face and asked the guards in the tent to take action.

"Wait a minute." At this time, Tilan finally couldn't help it and stood up.

Seeing the silent figure in the corner come out, many people were quite surprised, because they didn't know this girl at all and didn't remember when she came.

"Who are you?" The deputy beside Gus was full of confusion. Fortunately, the young man who led Tilan whispered a few words in his ear, and the other party knew who Tilan was.

"So it was you who bought him yesterday. I thought it was some idiot." The other party mocked and waved his hand again, asking the guards in the tent to take action.

You're just kidding. Lord Gus has given the order, and you say just wait a moment. Who do you think you are? If there weren't so many guests here today, he would definitely have said so.

At this time, Tilan knew that if she didn't show something, she would have difficulty gaining the right to speak, so she took off her hood, revealing her stunning appearance. Her brows were beautiful and charming like a young girl, and there was a bit of tranquility in her youth, especially her pair of light blue and clear eyes, which were like the most precious gems in the world.

When she completely revealed her face and hair, there was a brief silence in the tent, and the guard who was about to take action put his half-drawn knife back in.

It seems that this lucky guy won't die today.

(End of this chapter)