Hard to bear! Rare females are spoiled in the animal world

Ivy was still a little uncomfortable with Si Ming's sudden departure. Si Ming had been sleeping with her these past few days.

"Do you miss Si Ming?" Feng Ze couldn't help but ask while hugging Ivy.

"Well, do you think he will encounter danger and die like Long Xuan?" Ivy was a little scared that another loved one had left her.

She suddenly regretted not becoming a partner with Si Ming. That guy was so sensitive and had such a miserable childhood. Now, when she thought of him huddled in a corner all alone and enduring the cold, Ivy's heart ached.

"will not!"

"Why?" Ivy asked.

"Si Ming is very powerful." Feng Ze had to admit this. Si Ming's strength was enough to make him dominate the Beast World.

In their tribe, Fengze had always been proud of his strength, but after coming to the East District, he realized that he was just an average person.

He hugged Ivy in frustration and asked softly, "Weiwei, do you think I'm stupid?"

Ivy widened her eyes and looked at Feng Ze in confusion: "Why do you say that?

I think you are very capable and manage our castle very well.

You have done a good job in the tasks assigned by these orcs, much better than Anton.

He just flies around all day long."

"He is inspecting the surrounding safety issues." Feng Ze couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Then you are pretty awesome too, since they can't manage the castle anyway." Ivy said as she became sleepy.

Fengze watched her fall asleep, touched her cheek helplessly, hugged Ivy and closed his eyes.

The next morning, when Ivy woke up, the females in the tribe had already started making honey grapefruit tea.

"Madam, the snow hasn't been heavy these days, so we can still sell honey grapefruit tea for a few days. If we can earn more crystals, the Third Young Master can also train more fireballs."

"Ma'am, I also have fire-related abilities, and I can also help make fireballs." Dirk stood up, with a hint of hesitation when he said this.

But thinking of what his tribesmen said, he finally stood up.

Making fireballs is a secret art. He has never heard of such a secret art in the Beast World. Only wizards can bestow the holy fire to bring warmth to everyone.

But he felt that the third young master's secret technique surpassed the holy fire bestowed by the wizard.

As soon as Dirk said this, the faces of the tribesmen became very serious. They were indeed members of the same tribe, but they were not members with the same blood.

Just because they escaped together and formed a family, without the bond of blood, everyone always felt that there was something separating them.

Now Dirk's words became even bolder, and he even asked the city lord for the secrets of cultivation.

"This is a secret technique, a unique technology like the water. You can learn it if you want, Dirk. This is too much." Raya said angrily.

“I don’t covet the city lord’s power, I just want to help my people get through this cold winter.

The third young master is too young, and although his supernatural power level is high, he lacks practical ability and is not sufficient.

I can help the Third Young Master make fireballs and help the tribe survive this cold winter." Dirk was very respectful.

Feng Ze was a little hesitant. This secret technique was obtained by Weiwei, and it was so precious. How could he give it to an outsider easily?

“Lord City Lord, we are now one clan and should unite as one. I’m afraid Dirk just wants to do his part for our clan.

Please, Lord Mayor, agree to Dirk's request." The person who spoke was an old man.

He was the last one to join the castle. Due to their racial differences and lack of blood ties, these tribesmen could get along well under the supervision of Fengze and his companions, but once they were separated, wars would break out between the races.

This time, Dirk's plea was nothing more than a test from these tribesmen to see if the city lord truly treated them as his own family.

Whether it will protect them in times of danger.

"Please, Lord City Lord, agree to Dirk's request."

"Feng Ze, agree to him. Not everyone can practice the secret technique." Ivy leaned over and whispered in Feng Ze's ear.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at his clansmen and said, "Since you have entered this castle, you are all one clan.

In the future, we should unite and protect our people together.

It was right for Dirk to want to learn the secret art of fireballs and make fireballs for our people.

I can teach him the secret art of fireball, but we are all wandering orcs, and we all know that a tribe cannot exist without rules.

Taking advantage of today, our castle will officially start implementing tribal rules.

Dirk, are you willing to serve as the ancestor of our tribe?" Fengze said, then turned and looked at Dirk seriously.

We will know if he is really doing this for his people once we test him.

Once you become a patriarch, you can only be a patriarch for the rest of your life. You cannot have any ulterior motives when assisting the city lord, otherwise you will be punished by the Beast God.

As soon as he said this, Dirk's people became anxious: "Dirk!"

Feng Ze frowned as he looked at the tribesmen behind Deke: "Why? You don't want your young master to become the ancestor?

Do you want him to lead you to form a new tribe and become the leader?"

Dirk's heart tightened when he heard this, and he immediately looked at the tribesmen he brought with him.

"Young Master, you can't become an ancestor!"

"Dirk, what are you doing? The city lord is about to hand over the secret technique to you, why are you still hesitating?

Do you really want to lead your people to form a new tribe and become the leader?

This fireball technique is probably your people's selfish desire to take our secret technique away." The white cat tribe is the latest orc to come in.

They have already become one with Ivy and the others. In their eyes, the city lord is their master and they will never betray him in this life.

If Dirk really has ulterior motives, he must be kicked out immediately.

"I, I didn't!" Dirk glanced at Ivy in front of Fengze with an ugly expression.

If he became an ancestor, there would be no chance for him and her to have any contact.

Dirk admitted that the orcs around Ivy were very powerful, but the city lord was not much stronger than him.

Although he is not as good as Anton and Si Ming, he is not worse than the city lord.

"Husband, ma'am." Dirk's face turned pale.

Ivy frowned and looked at him with some confusion.

The next second Feng Ze put his arm around Ivy's shoulders and said gently, "Go back and rest first, and leave the rest to me."

Ivy nodded and touched her empty stomach. She was actually a little hungry, so she turned around and went back into the house.

Anton had already prepared breakfast. Seeing her coming, he smiled and hugged her in his arms: "It's time to eat."

Dirk dropped his eyes when he saw Ivy leaving.

"Dirk, don't you want to be our ancestor?" the tribesmen couldn't help but ask.

What an honor it is to be the ancestor, it's just that he doesn't have special powers, otherwise he would have fought for it.

"Dirk!" Fengze shouted.

"City Lord, I am happy..."

"You don't deserve it!" Feng Ze said directly.

Dirk choked before he could finish his words. He glared at Feng Ze angrily: "Why? There's no difference between my strength and yours."

"Because you are not me!" Feng Ze said with a chuckle.