Mushroom Man

Chapter 198 The leader entrusts his son to someone, and he laughs heartily (Seeking monthly votes)

"event?"

Moro feigned curiosity and sat down next to the 'Black Horn Leader'.

"What could be so important that it could affect the life and death of the tribe?"

The high priest suppressed his distracting thoughts and looked puzzled.

The 'Black Horn Leader' didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "To be honest, I don't have many days left to live."

"I'm afraid we won't live to see the day of the Eight-Cornered Saint."

“Once I die, the White Horn leader will certainly not obediently abide by the agreement.”

"At that time, the two tribes will merge. Our Blackhorn tribe will not be able to get the position of chief, let alone the position of chief. I'm afraid we won't even be able to get the position of second chief."

"At that time, it will appear to be a merger, but in reality, it will be an annexation. The Black Horn Tribe will exist in name only, which will be a matter of life and death."

The 'Black Horn Leader' seemed to have already taken life and death in stride.

When he said these words, it carried a hint of him making arrangements for his final affairs.

Upon hearing this, both Morobi and the high priest showed expressions of astonishment.

"Father……"

Morobi gripped the 'Black Horn Leader's' large hand tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, as if reluctant to see him die.

The 'Black Horn Leader' sighed and patted Morobi's head.

"The person I worry about most right now is you, my little maid..."

"After I leave, you must listen carefully to the High Priest's words."

"From now on, any decisions must be made in consultation. Do not disobey the High Priest as you did before, do you hear me?"

Clearly, the 'Black Horn Leader' already knew about the open and covert struggles between the two.

His words seemed to be an attempt to force Morobi to submit.

His words and actions were clearly aimed at showing weakness to the high priest.

In the past, the high priest would have been overjoyed to hear this.

But now...

The high priest felt a chill run through his body and a cold shiver down his spine.

What's happening here?
Why would the leader say he only has a few days left to live when he clearly has a year left to live?
And judging from the way he sounded it, he even wanted that lowly maid to bow down to him.

Doesn't the chief want this lowly servant girl to inherit the position of chief of the Blackhorn tribe?

If this lowly maid obeys him, then who exactly is the leader of the Black Horns?

Could this be a trap set by the leader?
Could it be that she wanted to test whether he had ulterior motives?

The high priest's mind raced, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt there was something odd about it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Morobi.

Based on his understanding of this lowly maid, he knew she was not the type to be subservient to anyone, and she was extremely at odds with him, so he figured she would definitely not agree to this.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the words of the 'Black Horn Leader', Morobi surprisingly agreed.

"Yes, Father. Your daughter will listen to you."

"Since it is your will, then your daughter will definitely listen to the High Priest from now on."

Upon hearing this, the high priest's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, they really were after him!

The chief and this lowly maid must have already discussed this in private.

This is all to test his loyalty!
The high priest became even more convinced of this idea and immediately began to express his loyalty.

"My lord, you mustn't!"

“Miss Morobi is the future leader of the Black Horn Tribe.”

"As the leader, how can you listen to my every word?"

"If word gets out, how will Miss Morobi convince the public?"

"We hope that our leader will reconsider!"

The high priest feigned fear, appearing to be acting as if he were concerned for the tribe's well-being.

However, before he could finish speaking, the 'Blackhorn Leader' waved his hand to interrupt him.

The 'Black Horn Leader' looked solemnly at the High Priest with a burning gaze.

"High Priest, why are you saying such things at a time like this?"

"I've already said that I don't have many days left to live."

"The fate of the Blackhorn tribe now rests on your shoulders."

“The Black Horn tribe cannot be without a master for a day. I am still inexperienced and do not understand human relationships.”

"If the Black Horn Tribe is handed over directly to her, how can those mushroom masters be convinced?"

The 'Blackhorn Leader' spoke earnestly and sincerely.

As he said this, he coughed weakly twice, as if his lifespan was truly nearing its end.

"The Blackhorn tribe is my life's work, and I will never allow it to be swallowed up by others and become a mere shell of its former self."

"The mushroom masters in the tribe all have great faith in the high priest."

"Now, the only one capable of saving the Blackhorn tribe is you, High Priest."

Upon hearing this, the high priest shook his head repeatedly without even thinking.

The position of leader, which he once dreamed of, now seems like a monstrous threat that he avoids at all costs.

"My lord, I am truly unfit for this great responsibility."

“Miss Morobi is your adopted daughter. Only when she sits on the position of leader will it be rightful for her.”

"Besides, I don't have the ability to stop the White Horn Chief from annexing our Black Horn Tribe!"

"Our leader can't die! What will we do if you die!"

Seeing that the leader of the Blackhorn had declined again and again, he couldn't help but give a wry smile.

His face showed signs of age, as if he were already halfway to the grave.

"High Priest, all men must die; how can I, an old man, escape this fate?"

“I know that the High Priest is of noble character and does not wish to covet the position of leader.” “If that is so, I will not force you. I only ask that the High Priest assist me so that I may successfully take control of the Blackhorn tribe.”

"I can grant the High Priest the power of regency, the power of life and death, to dismiss the leader and choose a wise ruler, and to command the mushroom masters as if I were personally present."

The Blackhorn Leader spoke with a heavy tone.

He looked at the high priest with a look of entrustment in his eyes.

However, that wasn't the end of it. After pausing, the 'Black Horn Leader' continued speaking.

"If this servant is truly incompetent, the High Priest may take her place!"

"I entrust my Blackhorn tribe to the High Priest..."

After the Blackhorn Chieftain's words, it was no longer a matter of entrusting the orphanage to someone; it was clearly an intention to hand over the entire tribe to the High Priest.

This scene is reminiscent of Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei.

However, the 'Black Horn Leader' is not Liu Bei, and the High Priest is not Zhuge Liang.

"What a wonderful idea to replace them!"

The high priest looked mournful, a thought flashing through his mind.

If he hadn't already used the tree ring mushroom to see through the leader's lifespan...

They might actually think that the chief is going to hand over the tribe to him to manage.

The high priest dared not move an inch, much less agree.

He was terrified that no sooner had he agreed than the leader would smash a cup as a signal, and three hundred axemen would rush in and chop him into mincemeat.

"Ok?"

"how?"

"Could it be that the High Priest is already planning to abandon my Blackhorn tribe?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken yet, the 'Black Horn Leader' looked grim and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Now we're in a bind; agreeing isn't an option, and refusing isn't an option either.

The high priest gritted his teeth and had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Since it is the leader's will, I dare not disobey."

"Please rest assured, Chief and Miss Morobi, I am absolutely loyal to the tribe and would never do anything to disobey my superiors."

He said this, but he had already made up his mind.

Once we survive this ordeal and outlive the leader, we must teach that wretched woman a lesson in what it means to take her place.

Upon hearing this, the 'Black Horn Leader' did not suddenly launch an attack as the High Priest had anticipated. Instead, he showed a very pleased expression.

The high priest was completely bewildered by this scene.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

Could it be that the chieftain truly intends to hand over the Blackhorn tribe to him?

“Since the High Priest is willing to take over the Blackhorn Tribe, I am relieved.”

"High Priest, please don't betray my trust..."

"This glass of wine is a toast to you, old man!"

The 'Black Horn Leader' suddenly regained his ruddy complexion, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Rest assured, Chief, I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Upon seeing this, the high priest was moved and gradually came to believe that the chieftain truly intended to entrust the Blackhorn tribe to him.

Suddenly, a sense of pressure arose.

It seemed as if an extra heavy burden had been placed on his shoulders.

Feeling trusted by the leader, the high priest quickly picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine!"

The high priest wiped his mouth, feeling exceptionally pleased with himself, and found the wine to be particularly sweet.

No, that's not right. It's not that the wine is sweet because I'm in a good mood; it's just that the wine is naturally sweet.

I wonder where the leader got such a fine wine from.

After the chieftain dies, he will take control of the Blackhorn tribe and will surely hold a grand banquet to drink this fine wine to his heart's content.

The high priest's lips curled into a wild smile as he thought about this, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha……"

However, once he started laughing, he couldn't stop.

For a moment, the entire cave was filled with the high priest's loud laughter.

Morobi looked at him with a strange expression.

"Hahaha, Chief, please don't misunderstand!"

"Hahaha, I don't know why, hahaha, I just couldn't stop laughing..."

The high priest quickly covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop laughing.

He laughed heartily while explaining in a trembling voice.

Fearing that the chief might misunderstand and think he was about to take control of the tribe, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, when he looked up and saw the leader's ambiguous smile, he was shocked and suddenly realized the truth.

By this point, he finally understood that he had fallen into the leader's trap!

"Hahaha, the wine, the wine is poisoned!"

The high priest's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stood up.

He truly hadn't expected that the leader would actually turn against him.

He never expected that someone of the leader's status and cultivation level would resort to such despicable means.

If the leader wanted to kill him, why go through all this trouble? He could have just slapped him.

Why say such nonsense and use such poison to humiliate him?
The high priest was completely baffled.

At that moment, he thought of the leader's inconsistent lifespan and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Could it be that the leader before him is not the leader at all, but rather a lover found by that lowly slave Morobi, who intends to murder him?!
(End of this chapter)