There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"Yes!"

...Where would you find such a bizarre dialogue?!

Chapter 483 The Chief and the White Eagle

Given that Ganan's health was not yet stable, he was placed separately in a house on the outskirts, where several other young men stayed to look after him, while I and the oldest caravan member went to see the chief.

According to custom, only after being received by the chief and blessed by the tribal shaman can the tribe members who have traveled a long way be freed from the evil spirits on their journey, reintegrate into the spirit of their ancestral land, and regain their identity as members of the tribe.

If the chief refuses to meet with them, then these people will be permanently banished from the tribe and become homeless savages.

All of this stems from the belief that returning home without a shaman's blessing would bring annihilation upon themselves and their tribe.

But what comes to mind is that this cedar clan actually had a simple balance of power between clan rights and religious rights.

If the chief does not grant an audience, the shaman cannot bestow blessings and thus cannot directly intervene in secular affairs. If the shaman does not offer blessings, the villagers will not gain recognition, and even the chief's approval will be powerless.

This indirectly requires the decision-making level within the clan to have a relatively stable and sustainable communication mechanism to ensure that government orders are delivered smoothly and effectively.

The young man seemed quite afraid of me. He didn't introduce himself at all, but just carried a bag of goods for offerings and walked ahead, leading me past one tall totem pole after another, past one wooden relief wall after another, slowly approaching the large tent in the center of the clan's territory.

The tent was pieced together from many animal hides. The craftsmanship was not outstanding, but the materials were extremely particular. All scraps were cut off, leaving only the supple and durable torso leather, which was then used to create this huge tent that was two stories high.

This is also an implicit boast of the tribe's military strength.

"Senbo, please report our return to the chief."

A tall, burly man with thick arms stood guard outside the tent, leaning on a spiked club. He glared angrily at everyone who passed by, remaining unmoved even when he saw us, only saying in a muffled voice:

"No, the chief has something to attend to."

This burly man named Senbo had a tangled braid on his head, his beard was also braided, and his face was painted with all sorts of colors, more elaborate than anyone I had seen on the street.

He sighed with a touch of reverence, "Senbo, even if I die, I'll never possess even half of your glorious markings..."

I stroked my chin and asked, "Is this big guy very powerful?"

The young man from the caravan lowered his voice and said, “Sir, Senbo was originally the bravest young hunter in the tribe. Years ago, a ferocious white beast roamed this area. The tribe sent many people to deal with the beast, but they were repeatedly killed by the beast after it broke through the traps. The old chief followed the beast's tracks and led his personal guards to hunt it down, only to find at the end of the road that the beast had already been killed by young Senbo, and its pelt was still wrapped around his waist…”

The young man added, "Later, he and the old chief's personal guard were defeated by the new chief, and he became a loyal guard following Chief White Falcon. His presence here means the chief must be here."

At this point, a look of understanding flashed in the young man's eyes, and he tentatively asked a question.

"The chief... is he training eagles again?"

The burly man nodded mysteriously, and the young man pulled me obediently to the outside of the tent, where we sat cross-legged on the ground.

Curious, I asked, "What does this big guy mean? Is the chief here or not?"

"The chief is inside training his eagles, we shouldn't disturb him, let's wait a little longer..."

The person is right here? What are you busy with, training eagles? I've only ever seen people playing with birds in broad daylight, I've never seen anyone hiding in a house training eagles.

This person is clearly an amateur!

So I said, "Then you should let me in even more! I'm best at training animals!"

The young man quickly shook his head and said, "You mustn't, sir! The chief's two fledgling eagles are extremely fierce. Ordinary people would be scratched and knocked down if they got close. Only the white falcon chief can barely tame them. It would be very dangerous to go in rashly!"

Hmph, it's just two white eagles. I'll go in and see what dangers there are.

At worst, I'll just run away as soon as I see that person use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

What's more, I'm very familiar with this kind of simplistic, light novel formula. Now, all I have to do is show off my amazing beast-taming skills and help the chief solve his problems, and he'll definitely drag me along to chop off a chicken's head, burn some joss paper, and insist on becoming sworn brothers!

What if they want to introduce me to some kind of daughter or something...

"No problem, leave it to me..." I tried hard to recall the etiquette I had just learned, "What was it again... Oh right, Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

I pronounced Jotaro Kujo's voice with practiced ease and decisively stepped forward to lift the curtain.

The burly man guarding the gate, Senbo, flew into a rage and reached out to shove me, but instantly triggered the colonist system's counterattack. I firmly gripped his wrist, stepped between his legs, leaned forward, and shoved him two meters away with my shoulder, sending him stumbling backward and falling to the ground unconscious.

"Chief, Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

I rushed into the tent, only to find the furnishings scattered about, pottery broken on the floor, the bearskin rug soaked with spilled drinks, and the brazier flickering in the wind, like something out of a horror movie.

In the center of the arena, a man dressed in a magnificent leather robe, wearing a feathered crown, and with his face painted with colorful patterns, was lifting the hem of his robe and leaning forward as if to pounce, looking somewhat disheveled.

Upon seeing someone enter, the chieftain, perhaps slightly embarrassed, quickly lowered the hem of his robe, faced me, and solemnly replied loudly, "Muda muda muda muda muda muda... cough cough, it's too dark here to see clearly. Who are you? Why did you suddenly barge in?"

Huh? That voice sounds familiar... or is it just my imagination?

Before I could answer, I felt a strong wind blowing overhead, as if some ferocious bird was flapping its wings. The chief in front of me immediately dodged to the side and skillfully found cover.

As a professional rancher, I am very experienced in understanding animal behavior, so I immediately covered my head and rolled away to avoid the creature that brushed past me.

When I looked closer, I saw two white birds flapping their wings on the dimly lit tent roof. They weren't flying, but rather using their wings to fly low and move quickly along the tent's fabric. With my dynamic vision, I could only see white shadows flitting about.

Just then, another uninvited guest entered the tent—the meme-worthy pony, perhaps sensing my presence, sneaked over unnoticed using its animal identity, poked its head out of the tent, and gave me an innocent look:

(?????)！

The moment they saw the meme-worthy pony, the two white birds came to a screeching halt. One quickly turned and stood on the counter, eyeing the uninvited guest with unease. The other, much larger in size, slipped and fell to the ground, managing to brake with its body before crashing into the corner of the wall.

"..."

The scene before me looked even more familiar. I tentatively reached out and looked into the eyes of the animal that was both familiar and strange.

Then, the two white birds suddenly started to move at the same time, jumped onto my arms, and stood on my shoulders, one on each side. They hugged my neck with their wings and trembled, completely losing their previous imposing manner.

Animal Name: Alpha Chicken

Breed Description: A new breed created through Alpha genetic modification technology that incorporates raptor genes. This enormous chicken boasts stats far exceeding those of conventional breeds. Furthermore, its eggs are of legendary quality. Alpha Corporation's product brochure describes it as: fast-breeding, high-yield chicken, and delicious eggs, making it an excellent farm animal.

Minimum comfortable temperature: -10 degrees Celsius

Maximum comfortable temperature: 40 degrees Celsius

Speed ​​of immune acquisition: 100%

Animal waste production rate: 0.38 (extremely low)

Meat yield: 37

Mass of substance: 21kg

Wildness: 36%

Life expectancy: 9

Diet: Fruits and vegetables, grains, plants, cooked foods, processed foods, alcoholic beverages, animal feed.

Damn, it's you two fighting chickens!

Suddenly, the chief behind the cover spoke up, "Boss! It's you!"

Chapter 484 You Take the Lead Role

In my original imagination, the new chief, nicknamed "White Falcon," should resemble Johnny Depp's Native American look in "The Lone Ranger," with his face covered in patterns, his eyes gloomy, and an eagle with the same sinister gaze perched on his shoulder, ready to twist off the enemy's head with its beak open.

But the moment he opened his mouth, the image of the mysterious and powerful leader of the Cedar Clan, and the fierce and secretive warrior in my imagination, shattered into dust.

"Gray? You bastard, what are you doing here?!"

I rushed over and yanked off his bird-feather hat. In the dim light, I could see Gray's familiar face. Even though it was covered by thick patterns, it didn't stop me from recognizing this old acquaintance!

Gray grabbed my shoulder in surprise and exclaimed, "Boss! It really is you! I can't believe I saw you here!"

I asked, even more shocked, "How did you get here?! Did the entire Mineral Town get thrown onto this planet?!"

Gray exclaimed, as if suddenly realizing something, "Ah? So this really isn't Earth?"

I shook his shoulders and said urgently, "Tell me quickly, how did you get here? And how did my two chicks end up like this?"

If these two white birds are my Alpha chicks, then they've grown way too fast! The last time I saw them, they were just two little chicks, but now they've grown to twenty or thirty centimeters long, and their appearance is starting to resemble their majestic eagle parents...

What's even more strange is that Popuri clearly brought the two chicks home that day, and I was even glad that I could save a day's feed money.

Therefore, I am absolutely certain that the chick was not in the pasture that night! How could it have been transported here!

My long-held suspicion was that only the creatures from the ranch were transported to this planet. But if even the chicks living at Poppy's house fell victim to this, wouldn't that mean the entire Mineral Town was thrown back?!

Is this book going to be renamed "I Run a Ranch in the Edge World"?

Fortunately, Gray interrupted my reverie and explained, "Boss Marcus, here's what happened! I was out patrolling town late that night when I saw these two chicks escape from Lady Lilia's chicken farm, so I wanted to catch them and take them back..."

Why are you running around like that in the middle of the night?!

Patrolling in the middle of the night—what kind of habit is this?!

Could it be that you are the playboy Bruce Wayne by day and the crime-fighting Batman by night?

But with Gray's current disheveled appearance, he could at best be considered Bruce Banner during the day!

"And then you ran off to the Mineral Town ranch?" I asked tentatively.

Gray nodded firmly: "Yes! Those two chicks were too fast. When I caught up with them at the pasture, I found them had disappeared inside, so I barged into your pasture to catch them. About half an hour later, a green light flashed... and I woke up in the tribe!"

Thankfully, I don't need to move my ranch to this godforsaken place.

The reason Gray and the chick came here is consistent with my previous guess: it's due to the simultaneous anomaly occurring throughout the Mineral Town Ranch area of ​​the entire multiverse.

Then I'll still have a chance to rush back and investigate and stop any possible conspiracy in town!

The little pony emoji strolled in, looked around, then wagged its tail and came to my side, resting its head on my lap and wagging its tail happily.

"Grey, how long have you been here?" I asked, feeling a little more at ease.

Gray's blond hair seemed to have been dyed to a light brown color common in the tribe, which is why I didn't recognize him at first glance.

He stroked his slightly stubbled chin and said, "It's been about two months... Boss, you must have a way to get back, right? I can't stand it for another day!"

Gray has been here for two months, but I've been here for over three months, during which I also casually completed an epic dungeon, so it doesn't match up at all.

Not to mention the meme-filled Little Pony, which has only been around for less than a month.

They start from the same point and end at the same point, yet arrive at completely different times. Besides the possibility of a significant difference in speed, another explanation is that there's something wrong with time itself…

I patted Gray on the shoulder and teased, "You're a chief now, why go back? Hurry up and marry a couple more tribe wives and have kids, so your grandfather can experience the joys of family life. I'll bring people to visit you from time to time, what do you think?"

"No! Boss Marcus!" Gray cried, clinging to my leg as I pretended to leave. "Aren't you going to leave me?! I don't want to! Help me!"

Gray's shouts were heard by those outside.