Ada pulled the wooden skewer from the steaming mutton, and I clearly saw rich juice accompanying the meat as it was extracted.
Absolutely amazing!
I’d eaten plenty of delicacies growing up, but I’d never seen roasted lamb with so much juice.
Ada took a gleaming silver dagger from his waist and, like a master butcher, sliced the lamb into pieces.
"Batu brother, come eat!"
The tantalizing aroma of the lamb made my mouth water. I couldn’t wait any longer.
As soon as Ada spoke, I reached out without fear of the heat, picked up a piece of lamb from the animal hide, and put it in my mouth.
Damn!
The rich juice burst between my lips and teeth. Before roasting, the little lamb seemed to have been coated in a lot of spices, but the taste was surprisingly light.
It merely showcased the lamb’s inherent freshness to the fullest.
In a daze, I seemed to see the little lamb running through the lush grasslands, chewing and swallowing fragrant green grass.
This was a flavor I had never experienced before. I didn't even bother talking to Ada, quickly putting more lamb into my mouth until I was half full, then slowing down.
"Ada, your cooking is superb! I've never eaten such delicious lamb. If I'd met you sooner, I’d probably be a few pounds heavier by now!"
Praise for good food is the best compliment to a cook.
Ada’s face lit up with a brilliant smile at my words, and he even sped up his pace in cutting the lamb.
Seeing Ada in such a good mood, I casually brought up the topic I had been planning.
"Brother Ada, why did I see outsiders in the tribe? Is it that King Hutu now allows outsiders to join the tribe?"
Outsiders were not uncommon in the savage tribes on the deserted island.
I had asked Ke Ya about this a long time ago. For most tribes, outsiders were enemies who invaded their ancestral lands, and there was no room for compromise.
In fact, when I first arrived on the island, I found traces left by World War II soldiers.
These instruments of violent slaughter and the savages they called natives were beyond reason.
It wasn't that there weren't savages who were impressed by the outsiders' technology, but these people were never the majority. The hawks who advocated killing all outsiders were the dominant faction in most savage tribes on the island.
This was also the main reason why I had to disguise myself and pretend to be one of the island's savages.
"Alas, Brother Batu, you don't know. In our Du'an tribe, there are indeed two outsiders, but they weren't accepted by King Hutu. They were brought by the Great Priest..."
As he spoke, Ada's smile faded, replaced by deep animosity.
He frowned, muttering with displeasure.
"I don't know what kind of magic that man possesses to persuade the Great Priest to establish another woman as the Saintess! This has never happened in any savage tribe!"
"May the Shepherd God witness, the Great Priest's actions will surely bring divine punishment! If King Hutu didn't forbid it, I would have already chopped those two outsiders into meat paste!"
My heart sank. As expected, Pan Lili wasn't the mastermind; it was the man I saw this morning who was driving this matter.
I wanted to get more information from Ada, but he was just a hunter, and he didn't know the specifics.
Ada and I had voracious appetites, and in the blink of an eye, the delicious lamb was gone, leaving only a few clean white bones on the animal hide.
"Brother Batu, I must remind you, although Gui Lich is missing a finger today, his strength is still formidable."
"He won't attack you within the tribe, but if he gets the chance, he will surely seek revenge!"
"You know, no matter what, I will always be on your side."
Gui Lich? That was indeed troublesome.
I looked into Ada’s sincere eyes and felt a warmth in my heart.
"I won't give him the chance, my brother. Alright, we should head back now."
The night wind howled through the forest, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Ada and I extinguished the fire, tidied up the remaining bones, and returned to the Du'an tribe.
After parting ways with Ada, I ambled towards my tent.
My original intention for coming to the Du'an tribe was simple: to find a clue to remove the black spider pattern on my chest.
But now the situation had become complicated. Although Hutu was suppressed by the Great Priest, he was not foolish. To gain his trust in a short period, I needed to prove my worth.
Therefore, I had to get past the Great Priest, and that bitch Pan Lili couldn't be let off either. Keeping her around was always a hidden danger; she had to be dealt with.
But compared to all this, what puzzled me most now was the origin of the man who put Pan Lili on the throne of Saintess, and what was he plotting with the Great Priest?
Lost in thought, I unknowingly saw the tent.
Hmm?
Who’s there!