Chapter 66: Phylin Tribe Blacksmith
“Look! It’s a carriage!”
“It’s a carriage!”
“It must be Doran!”
“Why are you so sure!?”
“Because only Doran would come to this place!”
A few members of the Phylin tribe at the town’s entrance, upon seeing the carriage from a distance, started discussing animatedly.
Their discussion caught the attention of those recently arriving in Wind Bird Town. The population of Wind Bird Town had now reached nearly a thousand. Those who knew Doran were mainly the Phylin tribe of a few hundred. The rest were hearing the name Doran for the first time.
“Quick, go call Lord Ron!” Loloan jumped down from a higher place, waved her small hand, and shouted.
“Don’t be giving orders to us!” The Phylin tribesman at the town’s entrance kicked at Loloan.
Loloan had recently started thinking of himself as a little leader, but other Phylin tribe members always managed to knock some sense into him at the right time. But after kicking Loloan aside, they ran off to find Ron.
The humans still repairing their houses looked puzzled at the busy Phylin tribe members.
Someone couldn’t help but ask, “What’s going on?”
“Don’t you know? Someone brought goods to sell in our town,” explained a Phylin tribesman who had halted the cart.
After explaining, he continued to sprint towards the mayor’s mansion. The commotion on this side of Fengniao Town also caught the people’s attention in the carriage.
Leku couldn’t help but gaze ahead and ask, “Is this Fengniao Town? Wasn’t it said to be abandoned?”
“You wouldn’t know that,” Doran said proudly. “With my help, Fengniao Town has been successfully rebuilt.”
While there might be some exaggeration in Doran’s statement, he did indeed help Fengniao Town a lot.
Without Doran sending over the necessary tools, these houses wouldn’t have been built so quickly.
Moreover, Doran addressed the short-term food issue in Fengniao Town, allowing the townspeople to focus more time and energy on rebuilding rather than searching for food.
“So, that’s how it is,” Leku remarked. He had heard many things from Doran on the way.
However, it wasn’t until he saw it with his own eyes that Leku was convinced Doran’s words weren’t overly deceptive.
It wasn’t that Leku didn’t want to believe Doran. It’s just that Doran seemed too extravagant and didn’t appear to be someone who would work diligently. But the reality was that, for the most part, Doran was more diligent in his work.
“Speaking of which, it does seem that way.” Doran patted his hat and sighed, “Lord Ron’s development speed is faster than I imagined.”
After all, Loloan was right. This was something that needed to be brought to Ron’s attention.
“Didn’t expect you to come again.”
Just now, after the Phylin tribe rushed into his house, they dragged him here, telling him that Doran was coming.
Lilian discreetly wiped the corner of Ron’s mouth with a handkerchief. After all, he was in the middle of eating before being pulled out by the Phylin tribe.
Leku, upon hearing Doran refer to the young man in front of him as Ron, couldn’t help but be shocked.
But before he could get off, Doran jumped down. “Lord Ron, I always keep your territory in mind.”
“No need for pleasantries. What did you bring this time?” Ron really didn’t want to hear Doran’s tone.
“Tools are no longer necessary for you,” Doran uncovered the cloth on the carriage, “so what I’ve brought for you is grains.”
“Not only do we have well-dried grains, but we also have the seeds of these grains,” he declared loudly, removing his hat.
“Grain seeds? Can we grow them here?” Ron looked at Doran with skepticism.
Not every place is suitable for planting, and even if forced, it could be a waste of resources if the yield isn’t high.
“Lord Ron, what’s wrong with this? Let’s accept it,” Eveum murmured gently in the crowd.
With her and Moluna in Fengniao Town, there was no need to worry about plants not thriving.
“Oh, oh, oh! What a beautiful lady!” Doran almost jumped up from the ground.
“Thank you for your compliment,” Eveum said, smiling, her eyes crinkling.
“Lord Ron, this has no problem at all. We’ll gladly take the seeds,” Moluna added.
Since Eveum said it was fine, Ron had no reason to refuse, right?
But come to think of it, when did Eveum appear here? He felt like Eveum was a bit elusive.
“But you haven’t forgotten what I said before, right?” Ron reminded Doran.
“Of course not. The blacksmith you requested is this gentleman!” Doran quickly replied.
After getting down from the carriage, the small figure spoke, “I am the blacksmith you’re looking for.”
Ron carefully examined the small figure, feeling a sense of familiarity with this mysterious individual.
“But let’s ask a question first,” the mysterious person raised their hand and spoke, “Are there really many Phylin tribes here?”
“That’s right! Absolutely! We are the Phylin tribe! Right in front of you!”
“This noisy commotion, it does seem like the Phylin tribes,” the mysterious person shook his head helplessly.
“Are the Phylin tribes working here as labor?” he asked, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes under his hood.
“Labor!? This is our town!”
“You were trying to say slaves just now, right?! You must have been thinking that!”
The Phylin tribes had a very unfavorable impression of this mysterious person.
“Don’t be hasty, fellow countrymen,” the mysterious person lifted the hood, revealing their face.
Everyone was astonished when they saw the face of the mysterious person – it was indeed a member of the Phylin tribe.
“Doran?” Ron was also shocked.
“That’s right, this blacksmith gentleman is also a member of the Phylin tribe,” Doran chuckled, “He heard that this is a gathering place for the Phylin tribe, so he agreed to come with me.”
