Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 338

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

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some emetics.”

completely.

definitely not a pleasant feeling. They thought, ‘Is she trying to torture

poisoned, we have to get

voices in the

I ate the wrong kind of wild fruit once. Had to puke

up fixes it.”

Shaman. He’s just trying to

grew weaker and weaker until he finally

crowd had gathered too closely. Even if he wanted to escape with

completely trapped.

make the crowd wait long, nor did he give the

didn’t even need Nyx’s instructions–he knew

wail, his face scrunching up in bitterness as he choked down a few

his perfectly fine stomach twisted violently. Clutching his chest,

safe distance to avoid getting splashed.

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.

food poisoning, not a deliberate act of targeting him.

torment any longer, he screamed, “I’m not acting anymore. I’m not

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

crowd erupted in shock. The onlookers immediately exploded in disbelief.

acting? If the stomach ache is fake,

been tricked,

of the Sea Race

doubted themselves, almost falling for the tricks of this father–son duo.

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crashing had mixed the salt, which had originally been pure and white, with the

mess on the ground, they felt as if their hearts had been

earlier arrogance. Ignoring the dirt, one of them pressed their son’s mouth shut and whispered, “It was our tribe’s chieftain

Monkey Tribe also sold salt, though it was poor quality, with a strange taste. 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

you’ve brought too much salt and a lot of salted fish. The troublemaker lowered

without issue, but this year was different. If

Tribe naturally didn’t want to let this opportunity slip away,

clear. The victim had turned

father and son toward the Monkey Tribe’s territory to settle

smash their stall too. The group stormed

Race Tribe’s chieftain stayed

surroundings finally

Beau, thanking them sincerely.

only would all the goods at the stall be lost, but

Though it could still be filtered, boiled, and reused for basic consumption,

and

gifts, so

refuse his generosity, Nyx accepted the bundle of gifts and, feeling a bit guilty,