The long-armed ape Beastmen now had a much clearer understanding of the tribe's potential and power.
It was only a pot of delicious meat soup, after all.
But how could any Beastman Tribe struggling on the verge of life and death, unable to find enough to eat or wear each day, possibly have enough spare food to perfect such a delicious broth?
Hearing the approaching footsteps, An Jin looked up and set down her spatula. "The Beastmen's condition is under control. They just need to rest well for the next few days."
Each of the long-armed apes was holding a large, sealed jar of honey.
They respectfully presented them to An Jin. "Thank you so much. This is our tribe's specialty this year. Aside from what our own Beastmen need, the rest is all here."
"There are many Painful Bee hives around our tribe. By chance, we discovered a delicious, viscous liquid inside them, so we've been deliberately raising them."
