Heroic Death System (BL)

ARC 14 : LET'S RUN, FOX

Chapter 196: Let’s Run, Fox (XII)
   

After running into that last ice tornado, the lion tribe formally ceased hunting and no longer went out.

   
After Shang Ke recuperated for a couple days, he finally regained some strength. But Mutu still worried over him and used thick furs to bundle him tightly. He would warm his hands and feet each night while warming his bed. He was treated and loved like a priceless treasure.

Since the flute had shown its usefulness, Mutu made a variety of bells for Shang Ke. Handbells, windchimes, hanging bells—anything that could ring were made. No only did he hang them on Shang Ke, he had also hung a lot around the house. When the wind blew they would hear the countless tinkering sounds of chimes and bells, it was rather lively.

   
Shang Ke first watched with the interest of a spectator, but soon, he realized the shortcomings of it. On a certain night, he forgot to take off the bell around his neck. While the two were having their passionate night, the bell would ring sharply and crisply. The sound stimulated Mutu’s excitement and he would work even harder to aim for the depths and create ringing sounds with each thrust.

The ringing of the bell was very nice, it didn’t irritate the listener. But with the beastmen’s keen hearing, even if it was soft, they could still hear the ringing clearly. From the intervals of each ring, other listeners can immediately deduct how hard they were going at it.

The next day, almost all of the beastmen knew how many rounds they went, the frequency and duration as well.

Countless beastmen sincerely praised Mutu: “As expected of our Chief, so strong!”

As for their attitude toward Shang Ke, it was endless envy.

Shang Ke could only selectively ignore them and continue to repeat to himself: This is a primitive society, this is a world without a bottom line—people can even couple and have spectators watch outside, something as ‘conservative’ as listening in is simply nothing.

No matter how he consoled himself, Shang Ke still immediately insisted on clearing anything that rang on his person and bed, before allowing Mutu to touch him. Otherwise, who knows how far this guy would go. He might straight up give him a huge bronze bell!

Mutu muttered to himself: “The wolf beastmen in the tribe would all howl when they do it once, and no one said anything.”

Mutu immediately shut up with one glare from Shang Ke.

But Mutu would still sneak a small bell on Shang Ke when he fell asleep then while he was still half-conscious, go for a few rounds. As such, the ringing became quieter, the frequency lowered and the time was also shorter. Other beastmen started to wonder if their Lion King was done in.

From then on, the ringing of a small bell could be frequently heard throughout the tribe night like music that looped on without end.

   
The lion tribe did not have the tradition of celebrating new years. They only celebrate when someone enters adulthood, or when a new Lion King was crowned. Their entertainment life was pretty bland and the cold winter made their life seem even more bland.

However, Shang Ke did not feel that things were boring. During the day he would take care of his fields, do some research on ancient menus, and teach others some life skills. One of the things he taught was the recognition of crude oil.

No one extracted crude oil in this time period. Some of the oil would flow up to the surface and was treated as something poisonous by most people. The avanis had found the usage of oil mainly by accident. After suffering from the crude oil once, the lion tribe would have a natural fear toward it. Shang Ke did not expect them to make use of it, he only wished to educate them to understand what it was to avoid repeating the disaster from before.