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.”

The troublemaker panicked, thrown off completely. “Why does he

definitely not a pleasant feeling. They thought, ‘Is she trying to torture his son on purpose?‘

he’s poisoned, we have to get it all out,”

the crowd chimed

wrong kind of wild fruit once. Had to puke it

up fixes

He’s just trying

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

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

were completely

the crowd wait long, nor did he give

need Nyx’s instructions–he knew exactly what to

emetic later, the little monkey let out a wail, his face scrunching up in bitterness as he

stomach twisted violently. Clutching his

quickly retreated, keeping a safe distance

by calmly, waiting for him to finish throwing up. Once he was done, Beau handed him some water to rinse his mouth, poured in

food poisoning, not a deliberate

torment any longer, he screamed,

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

erupted in

mean? Did he say he was acting? If the stomach ache is fake, then the poisoning been fake

they had been tricked, the crowd got

guards of the Sea Race Tribe’s fury

they nearly doubted themselves,

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

ground, they felt as if their hearts had

punctured balloon, lost all their earlier arrogance. Ignoring the dirt, one of them pressed their son’s mouth shut and whispered,

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

gathering people rushed to buy the salt from the Sea Race Tribe, which was considered high- quality and affordable. Only the tribes that

This

much salt and a lot of

had sold without issue, but this year was different. If they bought enough salt from the Sea Race Tribe, no one

didn’t want to let

truth was clear. The victim had turned into the liar causing trouble.

and son toward the Monkey Tribe’s territory

go. We’ll smash their stall too. The group

Tribe’s chieftain stayed behind, watching them

finally

a deep sigh, calmed himself, and bowed to Nyx, Zayne, and Beau, thanking them sincerely. “Thanks to

would all the goods at the stall be lost, but they might have had to pay a hefty sum

filtered,

seaweed, and stuffed them into the hands of the

couldn’t offer any other fine gifts, so this would have to

feeling a bit guilty, fed the