C13 You Can't Blame Me for Hiding It

Arslan brought Sechen and the others back to the tribe.

Along the way, Popit and Bull stayed by Sechen's side, afraid that Sechen would make trouble.

However, after seeing that the number of people Sechen brought was less than their own, they felt slightly relieved.

After seeing the wall of firethorn outside the tribe, their sense of security became even stronger.

When Sechen and the others arrived in front of the Beautine Clan, they were stunned when they saw the wall of firethorn in front of them.

The people around her looked at each other, not understanding what it was for.

Only Sechen, after a short moment of absent-mindedness, suddenly looked at Arslan and asked, "Did you teach your clansmen this too?"

Arslan nodded and said, "Yes!"

"This..." Sechen's expression became agitated, and her pretty face turned red from excitement.

She ignored the danger of the firethorn piercing her fingers and reached out to touch the wood. Her expression changed again and again, and finally, she turned to Arslan and said solemnly, "Please teach me this method too!"

After saying that, Sechen bowed.

"You want to learn this too?" Arslan frowned and asked.

"Yes!" Sechen's face turned red, and her eyes lit up. She felt that this trip was not in vain. She had actually encountered things that shocked her one after another in this seemingly small tribe.

Fishing with bamboo forks, javelins, and the wall of firethorn...

These things were things that she had never seen in any other tribe, including the redwing tribe that she was from!

Although she couldn't think of these things, she could clearly feel that once these things were used on a large scale, they would bring about an impact to the tribe!

Arslan knew that Sechen had noticed the unusualness of these things.

He thought for a moment and said, "Alright! But the Earth Dragons and fur you mentioned before do not include this!"

Sechen gritted her teeth and said, "I can give you more fur and salt! Three hundred pieces of fur and thirty cans of salt!"

"Ah!" Popit and Mull exclaimed.

Arslan looked at her carefully and found that there was nothing unusual about her.

He knew that if a person were to lie, their eyes would definitely flicker.

Especially since the girl was still young, and she had spoken with great confidence. It was obvious that she had a lot of power in the tribe.

On the way back, he secretly communicated with the system and found out that "Ayesha" meant to be the future heir. In fact, the power of this future heir was infinitely close to the Grand Sheikh of the tribe.

The future crown prince, the Regent, and the others were nothing compared to this.

Once she decided on something, everyone in the tribe would follow her. Even the Grand Sheikh would not easily refute her.

"What a strange system." Arslan sighed in his heart. As a historian, he knew how incredible this situation was. However, it had actually existed.

What made him feel gratified was that what the girl said was beneficial to him!

"Alright!" Arslan turned to look at Popit, "Arrange for the people to come!"

"Grand Sheikh!" Popit shouted in a low voice and looked at Sechen nervously.

Arslan shook his head helplessly and said, "If they wanted to attack us, they would have done so long ago. Don't worry!"

"Yes!" Popit turned around and started to arrange things.

Arslan shook his head and looked at Sechen. "Then, which one do you want to learn first?"

"Let's do this first!" Sechen frowned slightly and pointed at the firethorn wall. "My tribe has a lot of people, so we need something like this to live in!"

"Alright!" Arslan nodded and said, "This thing is called a defensive wall. It is divided into three layers!"

As he spoke, Arslan motioned for Sechen to walk in and take a look. From the inside to the outside, there were stone walls, wooden fences, and firethorn trees.

"This is easy. If your tribe wants to build a wall, you need to first make the wooden fences and bury them in the ground!" Arslan gestured and said, "Then, you can stick the wooden fences to the stones and make them thicker. Lastly, you can plant firethorn trees on the outside layer!"

However, Arslan skipped a lot of details, such as how deep to bury them, how to choose the stones, how to deal with the gaps between the stones, and so on.

However, he couldn't be blamed for this. The cat taught the tiger a trick!

"But the firethorn trees will grow again!" Sechen frowned and looked confused.

"It's fine. In the future, the more it grows, the more it will form a wall that will block the tribe from being invaded by the outside world!"

Sechen's eyes lit up, and her long eyelashes were like a hook that could hook one's soul.

"I understand now!" Sechen raised her head and smiled brightly, revealing a pair of beautiful dimples on her face.

"Ai!" Arslan sighed in his heart. He was a little embarrassed. He couldn't blame himself for hiding it. "I did it to protect myself!"

Sechen did not know about this. She carefully looked at the thorny wall and confirmed that she had already 'mastered' this core technique. She bowed to Arslan and said, "Thank you for your teachings!"

"Cough, cough!" Arslan changed the topic, "Popit, have you distributed the fish?"

"Ah?" Popit also recovered from his shock. He put down the grass shield in his hand and said, "The food is all given to Ukhuna and he will distribute it!"

"Okay, then you go and look. Clean up the remaining fish and use salt to wash them. Then hang them up and dry them!"

"But..." Popit looked at Sechen and said hesitantly, "We don't have that much salt!"

"This..." Arslan was not surprised at all. He turned to look at Sechen.

Sechen immediately reacted. She relaxed her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely send the salt to you!"

Arslan nodded. He had been waiting for Sechen's words.

Suddenly, Sechen bowed and said, "I have a request to tell you!"

"What request?"

"It is you who led your troops to join my tribe!" Sechen's face was filled with sincerity as she stared at Arslan with her big black eyes.

"Ah?" Popit immediately looked at Arslan nervously.

"No need!" Arslan rejected decisively, "Although the Beautine Clan is small, it is still an independent branch clan."

"But you don't even have your own totem!" Sechen said anxiously, "You can have a totem immediately after joining the redwing tribe. The tribe will also receive more food and more security!"

She was indeed from a large tribe. Although she didn't completely understand the situation of the Beautine Clan, the question she asked had already touched upon the core of the Beautine Clan!

"It's fine. We will have it in the future!" Arslan said indifferently, "But the Beautine Clan is an independent clan. This will never change!"

Sensing Arslan's attitude, Sechen felt a little uncomfortable. She was a little angry at Arslan for not knowing what was good for him.

However, even so, she still calmed herself down and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go back and ask the tribe to send the things over to you!"

After saying that, Sechen suddenly stood up and turned around to leave.

She paused for a moment and said, "But my tribe is quite far from here. It will take at least seven days for the people to send the things over!"

Arslan continued to speak indifferently, "It's okay. We can wait!"

Sechen was stunned for a moment. She turned around and looked at Arslan. There was disappointment and curiosity in her beautiful eyes. There was an indescribable strange feeling in them.

However, that was all she had. She greeted the people who came and left.

They came and went in a hurry.