Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 46 Making Turtle Fish for the Witch

The cub's reaction surprised the young shaman; he had expected to see a cub covering its mouth and jumping up to cry, but it didn't.

"Could this child's mouth have been poisoned by the fire smoke poison as well?" The young shaman thought for a moment, then beckoned to the cub.

"Luo, come here, let me see how you are."

Jiang Luoluo hadn't recovered from the joy of discovering the garlic when, completely bewildered, the young shaman pried open her mouth and examined her body.

"Have you had any poisoning symptoms recently?" The young shaman looked at Brown, paused after speaking, and looked a little puzzled.

"Hey, why are you the one with Luo?"

The young shaman hadn't noticed that the cub was Luo, which is why he hadn't reacted immediately. It should be Ge who was taking care of Luo.

Before Brown could answer, the young shaman figured out the whole story. "Ge... oh right, Ge is in the hunting team. I didn't expect him to ask you for help."

Brown felt a little embarrassed as he said this, and he touched his head with his only remaining hand. "Witch, actually, it was my own choice."

"Hmm?" The young shaman looked at Brown's expression and realized that something unexpected had happened, so he smiled and asked Brown to tell him about the recent events.

He then recounted in great detail how he first met Go and Luo on the small rocky hill, how he discovered Luo's talent for making stone tools, and how Go asked him to take care of Luo.

She also talked about how Luo made fruit paste, how she used it to exchange for things with the other children, how she was detoxified in the Fish Cave after her poisoning yesterday, and how she helped the children in the Fish Cave come up with a way to deal with the soft-shelled turtles.

As the young shaman listened, he put the garlic-based herbal medicine into a small stone pot, cooked it, and fed it to Mao, who was in a coma and had a fever.

As He spoke, Jiang Luoluo listened attentively, casually offering her hand to the young shaman and handing him things, without giving any hints or trying to stop He from speaking.

There was a sense of relaxation, as if she wasn't talking about herself—but what else could she do? She couldn't stop others from talking, so doing nothing would make her seem more upright. If she were to be secretive, it would seem as if she had actually done something sneaky and shouldn't have.

Even when you're in the wrong, you can still be arrogant.

"Luo has done so much?" The young shaman looked at the obedient cub in front of him and thought of the little bit of fruit paste that had been sent to him.

Most people in the tribe are simple-minded and have simple thoughts, but among a large number of simple people, there will always be a few clever ones.

For example, most people in the tribe would be delighted by the deliciousness of the fruit paste their children brought back, while some clever people would first consult the shaman to determine if it was poisonous and edible.

So the young witch did try the so-called fruit paste—it was just a bunch of fruits boiled together until mushy, without adding anything else, and it was said to have been made by a child, which was quite normal.

At least one adult member of the tribe would never think of mixing a bunch of fruits together and cooking them into a mushy mess.

In the eyes of all the adult clansmen, Jiang Luoluo's making of fruit paste seemed more like the result of a child's unintentional play than something premeditated.

Even the young witch thought so.

However, I heard that the juveniles, who had only just come into contact with soft-shelled turtles, were already able to come up with ways to prepare them and make them taste better. They even knew how to use stinky flowers to suppress the fishy smell of the soft-shelled turtles.

A thoughtful look appeared in the young shaman's eyes.

"Luo," the young shaman called softly.

Jiang Luoluo, who was wiping the sweat from Mao's head, turned around and tilted her head to meet the gaze of the young Wu Tan.

"Could you make me some soft-shelled turtle soup?" the young shaman asked with a smile.

Jiang Luoluo nodded happily. If she could, she wouldn't want to hide her identity and pretend to be some kind of human cub, but she couldn't speak, and she couldn't explain things like time travel with gestures.

For people who don't have the concept of "time travel," no matter how you explain it, they won't understand. Sometimes, a simple word may require an extremely large amount of prior knowledge to understand.

So instead of being overly cautious and worried about being suspected of doing something wrong, she might as well be herself and admit it if someone discovers that she is not the original "Luo".

If no one notices, they will soon get used to her outrageous behavior and stop thinking it's inappropriate.

Jiang Luoluo sighed, hoping that she could regain her ability to speak as soon as possible.

Several tribesmen standing at the entrance of the wooden house were directed to go down the mountain to catch soft-shelled turtles—no one in the tribe, except for the children of Fish Cave, ate fish.

In order to taste Jiang Luoluo's improved turtle soup, the young shaman must first bring out the turtle as an ingredient.

Although fishing in the river in the rain is very dangerous, for a group of orc warriors who can transform into beastmen, it's not like they're going to fight big fish in the deep waters of the middle of the river. They're just catching a few small fish on the riverbank, so it's hardly dangerous.

Therefore, it didn't even take an hour before Jiang Luoluo saw several adult tribesmen, covered in water, carrying five or six small two-meter-long soft-shelled turtles up to the top of the mountain.

During this time, Jiang Luoluo also took a stroll around the young witch's cabin.

Although it's called a "small" cabin, it's actually quite large, as it needs to hold a lot of herbs and has ample storage space. It just appears a bit small compared to the overall area of ​​the mountaintop platform.

The cabin was divided into four spaces, with a storeroom at the very back containing a great many herbs. Jiang Luoluo was stopped by the young shaman before she could even get close.

There must be quite a few dangerous things inside.

The bed that Jiang Luoluo had previously lain on as a patient was the place where the young witch specifically received patients, and Mao was lying on it now.

A young shaman's workshop, where he processes various herbs, has a table, chairs, and cabinets.

There was also a separate living area with stone pots and beds, as well as a lot of tableware and ingredients, but there were very few traces of them, so it seems that the young shaman didn't use it much.

However, everything inside is very new, so it must be regularly managed. Jiang Luolu expressed her doubts to He, who replied in a low voice, "Grandma Ou brings food to the witch every day, and Grandma Ou puts the things in here in the same way."

Oh, so there's takeout available. Jiang Luoluo nodded.

The young shaman holds a very high position in the tribe, but this does not mean that he has been raised as a spoiled brat who has never lifted a finger. The reason he is fed every day is simply because he is too busy and often forgets to eat because he is processing herbs, until the food gets cold.

Sometimes, he would even forget about the food that Granny Ou brought him. The ingredients placed in the living area were just to ensure that when the young shaman finished his work and got hungry, he could heat up or cook something to fill his stomach.