Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Dumbo did not finish his words before his body started shaking out of his control.

Gu Mengmeng gave a cold laugh: If she was a fake, then will he kill her directly? This is such a simple and crude process. Was he not scared that the messenger of the Beast Deity was an idiot like him? If he used his claws just now, the messenger of the Beast Deity whom they waited for over a thousand years would have died.

But Gu Mengmeng did not settle the old scores at this moment and just slowly threw the third question at him, “What if I don’t leave with you?”

Dumbo’s body clearly froze, resembling the zombie doll in a scare box which button was being switched on and was staring at Gu Mengmeng after raising its head suddenly. He looked as if their tribe was guarding for thousands of years but did not expect this question at all.

The new messenger of the Beast Deity… not going back to Sauder?

Gu Mengmeng smiled while saying, “I’m doing well in Saint Nazaire and I don’t want to spend time to adapt to a new environment again. So, I won’t leave with you. And what will you do… with this kind of situation?”

Dumbo’s mind went completely blank. Sauder, the messengers tribe, lasted for over a thousand years and every single day, they were preparing to welcome the next messenger of the Beast Deity. Now they found the messenger of the Beast Deity but she’s… not willing to go back?

Gu Mengmeng’s words were like a large basin of cold water that was poured over Dumbo’s head onto his entire body. The strong sense of betrayal made him speechless for a moment and he widened his eyes at Gu Mengmeng for a long time before squatting down slightly in silence. He looked down and replied, “Wherever the messenger is, Sauder tribe will follow. If the mighty messenger doesn’t want to leave, then… we’ll let Sauder move over here.”

Gu Mengmeng frowned. What he was saying was not allying but moving here?

Then, were they planning to chase away the current members of Saint Nazaire or….slaughter them?

Gu Mengmeng smirked, squinting her eyes while saying, “You’ve already answered three of my questions so I won’t bother about the beast-skin. But, you hurt my fellow tribesman, how should I settle this debt?”

Dumbo scanned his surroundings, these useless trash were actually being named as tribesman by this new messenger of the Beast Deity?

No, it should not be like this…

Dumbo forced himself to slowly put his heart at ease from the surprise of finding the messenger of the Beast Deity. He started calculating how to face the current situation in his mind at lightning’s pace. But the identity of the messenger of the Beast Deity was honorable and could not be infringed upon. If she did not consent to it, he did not have the ability or the courage to force it upon her.

If this tribe named Saint Nazaire was the one who was hindering the journey of the messenger, this tribe… would lose any meaning to continue living.

Dumbo scanned his surroundings and landed his gaze back on Lea’s face. His identity was special and if he could make use of it well, there was a chance of changing the messenger’s decision.

In just a few breaths, Dumbo had already figured out countless plans that were feasible or almost feasible in his heart.

Lea took out the skin of a snow fox from the pile of high quality beast-skins and handed it to Elvis, saying, “Wind is approaching. Bring Mengmeng back first, if she gets blown by the wind, she’ll be sick.”

Elvis frowned and looked at Dumbo, saying, “I’ve to handle this thing thoroughly first.”

Lea patted Elvis’s shoulder gently and said, “You hands are used to carry Mengmeng. It’s not good if they’re dirtied.”

As Lea said, he tilted his head slightly. His smile was still as warm as ever but he continued with a cold tone, “Leave all these things to me.”

Elvis did not say anything further and just nodded his head, carrying Gu Mengmeng back.