Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

The monkey's fist hesitated for a moment and didn't land on the Sea Race guard's face

The murmuring crowd turned their attention to Nyx and Zayne. Almost instinctively, they stepped aside to clear a path for

them.

For many, this was the first time seeing Nyx clearly in her human form, and they couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty. But that wasn't the main concern right

now.

"Everybody, quiet down."

"Zayne is the great Shaman. Maybe he can cure him?

"Let him take a look, quick."

People started to believe that the poisoned monkey cub could be saved, and the tense, suffocating vibe began to lift.

The Sea Race members, even more so, looked at them as if they'd just found their saviors.

In the middle of the chaos, Nyx's sharp gaze locked onto the troublemaker. She studied his expression carefully. There wasn't the slightest hint of relief in his eyes. Instead, she caught a flicker of panic.

"Let me check on him," Zayne said as he set down his bamboo basket and walked toward the monkey cub, who was rolling on the ground.

His father took half a step forward, hesitating. He wanted to say something but couldn't find a reason to refuse. In the end, he could only suppress his unease and stand awkwardly to the side.

The little monkey was still clutching his stomach, crying out in pain.

Zayne patiently examined him, and then lifted his eyes to exchange a glance with Nyx.

Just as they expected, the cub was perfectly healthy. No illness, no poison.

His acting, however, was impressive. The way he mimicked stomach pain was so convincing that he was doing a better job than his father.

With this level of talent, if he'd been born in the right era, he could've been a well- known actor. Even Nyx had to admit his performance was almost flawless.

But the people of this primitive society had simpler minds. They weren't used to deception like this, nor had they ever seen such skilled acting. Naturally, they got played like fools and believed every word the father and son said.

To Nyx, though, this was nothing more than a crude and poorly staged scam-one that would fall apart at the slightest push.

When the troublemaker met Nyx's gaze, a drop of cold sweat slid down his temple. He clenched his fists and swallowed hard. A bad feeling crept up his spine.

He thought, "This little female... her eyes are way too calm and sharp. She's not like those idiots at all. No... it's fi

'Even if they figure out there's no poison, so what? I already told my son-no matter what, he has to insist that his stomach hurts. As long as he acts well enough and they can't find anything wrong, I can just say this Shaman is incompetent..."

As he schemed, his eyes darted back and forth, but Nyx suddenly spoke, cutting off his thoughts, "The poison's this serious? We need to induce vomiting right away."

"Beau," Zayne seamlessly played along, calling out to his apprentice, who had been peeking through the crowd. "Go fetch

some emetics."

"V-vomiting?" The troublemaker panicked, thrown off completely. "Why does he need to vomit?"

Everyone had experienced throwing up before-it was definitely not a pleasant feeling. They thought, 'Is she trying to torture his son on purpose?'

"If he's poisoned, we have to get it all out," Zayne said flatly.

A few voices in the crowd chimed in.

"Yeah, I ate the wrong kind of wild fruit once. Had to puke it out."

"Throwing up fixes it."

"Trust the Shaman. He's just trying to help your kid."

With everyone talking over him, the troublemaker's protests got drowned out. His voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally shut up, his face flushing red.

The crowd had gathered too closely. Even if he wanted to escape with his son now, there was no way out.

They were completely trapped.

Beau was quick on his feet. He didn't make the crowd wait long, nor did he give the father and son any chance to run.

He didn't even need Nyx's instructions-he knew exactly what to do.

One dose of the emetic later, the little monkey let out a wail, his face scrunching up in bitterness as he choked down a few gulps of water.

Before he could rinse out the taste, his perfectly fine stomach twisted violently. Clutching his chest, he doubled over and threw up all over the ground. "Blaargh-!" The crowd quickly retreated, keeping a safe distance to avoid getting splashed.

Beau, unbothered by the mess, stood by calmly, waiting for him to finish throwing up. Once he was done, Beau handed him some water to rinse his mouth, poured in more water, and gave him medicine again.

This was a common process for handling food poisoning, not a deliberate act of targeting him.

After several attempts, the little monkey threw up repeatedly. Unable to bear the torment any longer, he screamed, "I'm not acting anymore. I'm not acting anymore. I'm never acting again."

Covered in filth, his fur matted, he ran toward his father, rubbing his wet, grimy body against him, and screamed accusations. "You said I'd get sweet fruit if I pretended to have a stomach ache. You didn't tell me I'd have to take bitter medicine and keep throwing up."

The moment these words left his mouth, the crowd erupted in shock. The onlookers immediately exploded in disbelief.

They thought, 'What does this mean? Did he say he was acting? If the stomach ache is fake, then the poisoning been fake too.'

Realizing they had been tricked, the crowd got angry.

The chieftain and guards of the Sea Race Tribe's fury burned even hotter.

After being disoriented by the commotion earlier, they nearly doubted themselves, almost falling for the tricks of this father-son duo.

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The earlier smashing and crashing had mixed the salt, which had originally been pure and white, with the sand, making it unrecognizablenoveldrama

Seeing the mess on the ground, they felt as if their hearts had been torn by this father and son pair.

"I.... we were forced The troublemakers, deflated like a punctured balloon, lost all their earlier arrogance. Ignoring the dirt, one of them pressed their son's mouth shut and whispered, "It was our tribe's chieftain He... he forced us to cause trouble or he threatened to kill us."

The Monkey Tribe also sold salt, though it was poor quality, with a strange taste. The chieftain greedily set a high price for it.

At every Grand Trade Market gathering people rushed to buy the salt from the Sea Race Tribe, which was considered high-quality and affordable. Only the tribes that couldn't get enough would settle for the expensive, low-quality salt.

This

year, you've brought too much salt and a lot of salted fish. The troublemaker lowered his head,

In previous years, even expensive salt had sold without issue, but this year was different. If they bought enough salt from the Sea Race Tribe, no one would buy their salt.

The Monkey Tribe naturally didn't want to let this opportunity slip away,

In just a few words, the truth was clear. The victim had turned into the liar causing trouble.

The angry crowd, together with the Sea Race Tribe, pushed the father and son toward the Monkey Tribe's territory to settle the score with the troublemakers.

"Let's go. We'll smash their stall too. The group stormed off with great momentum.

The Sea Race Tribe's chieftain stayed behind, watching them leave.

The surroundings finally quieted down.

He let out a deep sigh, calmed himself, and bowed to Nyx, Zayne, and Beau, thanking them sincerely. "Thanks to your help, we don't know what would have happened otherwise."

If those guys had succeeded, not only would all the goods at the stall be lost, but they might have had to pay a hefty sum in bone coins.

At this moment, most of the salt at the stall had been ruined. Though it could still be filtered, boiled, and reused for basic consumption, it wasn't the same as the clean sea salt they had before.

The chieftain sighed, picked up a large bundle of salted fish and dried seaweed, and stuffed them into the hands of the three. "Take these. Don't mind the quality." He couldn't offer any other fine gifts, so this would have to do. Unable to refuse his generosity, Nyx accepted the bundle of gifts and, feeling a bit guilty, fed the little sea otter two more spoons of honey.

"Oh, this is too much." The chieftain glanced up and quickly stopped him. "Keep it for yourself. She's already so round. Don't give it to her."

Though he said this out of apparent disdain, his eyes showed an unmistakable affection as he looked at the little sea otter.

This child had been begging to play with Nyx from early in the morning, insisting

on bringing salted fish as a gift. At first, he had been frustrated, but now he

realized it had actually helped solve a major crisis.

The chieftain secretly decided that he would never stop his daughter from playing with Nyx again.

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Not only had she gotten rid of her bad habit of sleeping in, but she had also found

such a powerful ally. This was clearly a huge blessing.

The little sea otter was overjoyed to have newfound freedom.

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Had Zayne's cold dismissal not been so intimidating, she almost would have stayed the night at the Wolf Tribe and shared a bed with Nyx.

Every morning, she arrived punctually at the Wolf Tribe, chattering away with Nyx

and sharing the latest gossip. "Our tribe's salt has been reboiled. It tastes worse than before, a bit gritty. Dad says we'll sell it at a lower price.

"The Monkey Tribe's salt has also dropped in price. It's even cheaper than ours. But no one wants to buy theirs. They only buy ours.

"Dad bought me two sweet fruits, they're really sweet. I'll share one with you."

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She had been visiting too frequently, and both Lila and Gina were very unhappy.

It was already hard enough for the two of them to compete for Nyx's attention, and now another one had shown up, sharing Nyx's focus. This new one, relying on her

cuteness, her fluffy fur, and her chubby little body, refused to leave Nyx's side. It was really annoying.

Lila and Gina weren't about to back down, so they also shifted into beast form,

sticking to Nyx's side, determined to push

the newcomer out.

Three fluffy creatures all vying for attention-one would leave, and another would take their place. It became a bit too much.

Luckily, the Grand Trade Market only lasted a little over ten days before it came to

an end.

During these days, Nyx had been busy taking care of the kids, brushing the fluffy

ones, her hands hardly ever having a break. But she didn't forget her main tasks

either.

Not only did she get cotton for free, but she also traded two clay pots for a basket

of soybeans and two baskets of corn- things the Wolf Tribe didn't have. It was quite a harvest.

Nyx crouched by the bamboo basket, counting her spoils. Suddenly, she heard a familiar call. "Nyx."

As the time for departure approached, some tribes had already begun to leave.

The Sea Race Tribe was leaving first. The little otter appeared in her human form,

her eyes red as she reluctantly hugged Nyx.

She pressed her face against Nyx's shoulder, sniffled a little, then got down to business. "By the way, Dad asked me to remind you of something."

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