"Chief, what were you two discussing? Will they trade goods with us in the end?"
As soon as Weston stepped out, the red fox beastman immediately ran up, asking in rapid succession. Weston snapped out of his daze, looked at the red fox beastman once, and then said: "Go back and tell everyone to pack their belongings and come here; tomorrow morning we will go to Crimson."
The beastmen below froze. The little orange mouse clung to Weston's leg, nimbly climbed onto his shoulder, and asked:
"Brother Weston, so we are not staying here anymore? We are going to join Crimson?"
Weston didn't answer, only petting the little mouse's head. The red fox beastman was the first to snap out of his stunned state, his face turning red with anger as he shouted:
"You are crazy, Weston! How could you sell out the tribe like that?! You are completely unworthy of the Chief position; we misjudged you!"
