Eric only discovered this matter when the wheat harvest season was nearly ending.
The warriors sent from other tribes had followed along and done farm work for over a month, yet his own people hadn't noticed...
He truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These past few days, he had also been busy counting the grain output, spinning around every day. In the last few days, when everything was almost done, he went to the cafeteria to add a few new dishes and help the clansmen serve rice. Only then did he discover the unfamiliar faces.
As the patriarch, he had long since memorized the Snow Wolves of the Kon tribe and Queen tribe; after all, he always had to assign work.
"You guys..." Before he could finish his words, Eric laughed, feeling both helpless and amused: "Why have you been working for so long without saying a word to anyone? Guests have arrived; we shouldn't have let you be so busy."
