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.”

off completely. “Why does

before–it was definitely not a pleasant feeling. They thought, ‘Is she trying to torture his son

we have to get it all out,” Zayne

in the crowd chimed in.

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

fixes it.”

the Shaman. He’s just trying to

talking over him, the troublemaker’s protests got drowned out. His voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally shut

gathered too closely. Even if he wanted to escape with

completely trapped.

wait long, nor did he give the father and son any chance to

need Nyx’s instructions–he

the little monkey let out a wail, his face scrunching up in bitterness as he choked down a few gulps

the taste, his perfectly fine stomach twisted violently. Clutching his chest, he doubled over and threw up all over the ground.

safe distance

throwing up. Once he was done, Beau handed him some water to rinse his mouth, poured in more water, and gave

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

several attempts, the little monkey threw up repeatedly. Unable to bear the torment any longer, he screamed,

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

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

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

they had been tricked, the crowd

and guards of the Sea Race Tribe’s fury burned even hotter.

disoriented by the commotion earlier, they nearly doubted themselves, almost

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originally been pure and white, with the sand, making it unrecognizable

their

their son’s mouth shut and whispered, “It

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

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,

This

a lot of salted fish.

year was different. If they bought enough salt from the Sea Race Tribe, no one would

to let this opportunity slip

truth was clear. The victim

together with the Sea Race Tribe, pushed the father and son toward the Monkey

stall too. The group

Tribe’s chieftain stayed behind, watching them

surroundings finally quieted down.

calmed himself, and bowed to Nyx, Zayne, and Beau, thanking them sincerely. “Thanks to your help, we don’t know what would have

goods at the stall be lost, but they might have had to pay a hefty sum in bone coins.

ruined. Though it could still be filtered, boiled, and reused for basic consumption, it wasn’t the

dried seaweed, and stuffed them into

fine gifts, so this

the bundle of gifts and, feeling a bit guilty, fed the little sea otter