The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 64: Eavesdropping

"Trading fair?"

Saffron was momentarily stunned, then she showed a sudden realization, "Oh right, the trading fair is coming up soon. How could I forget this? Cynthia, you’re right, these baskets are so practical, other tribes definitely don’t have them. When the time comes for us to trade, we can surely exchange for a lot of good things."

The trading fair is a large gathering between tribes, held annually after the harvest season, at Beast King City.

At that time, not only will nearby tribes of various sizes participate, but even distant tribes will send representatives.

The scene is very lively, and it’s also the time for tribes to exchange resources, bartering goods.

Unfortunately, for such grand gatherings, the leader only brings the elite warriors of the tribe; no females have ever gone.

Firstly, the journey is far, and secondly, females have no ability to protect themselves. What if something happens on the road?

Females are extremely precious to every tribe; sometimes there are even trades involving females for the sake of the tribe’s next generation.

It’s not unheard of to be robbed along the way.

For the safety of females, the leader naturally won’t allow them to go.

But that’s okay, as long as they make the baskets, the tribe’s Beastmen can take them to exchange for desired resources, like precious salt and ceramics.

"Oh right, why didn’t I think of that?"

Belle also came to her senses, her face showing realization, and she looked at Luna Sutton with gratitude, "Cynthia, thank you for reminding us. Otherwise, I would’ve forgotten the trading fair too. You’re right, these baskets can be taken by the tribe’s Beastmen for trade, and surely we can exchange them for a lot of good things." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The other females also nodded repeatedly, showing excited expressions.

These baskets are so sturdy and beautiful, yet very practical, other tribes definitely don’t have them; surely we’ll be able to exchange them for many good things.

Thinking of this, everyone was filled with energy.

Some impatient females even started pulling vines around them to start weaving.

Saffron, Belle, and other females turned back and also started looking for vines to weave.

Luna Sutton watched this scene, her lips curling into a joyful smile.

She wasn’t idle either, thinking that since they were going to be traded, the styles couldn’t be too simple.

She then continued teaching everyone to weave more complicated baskets and various other different useful woven items.

For example, hand-held woven baskets, small and exquisite, suitable for holding small items or picking wild fruits.

Also larger woven bins, which could hold more items, suitable for transporting or storing food.

And woven items in different shapes and patterns, not only practical but also having some ornamental value, perfect for decorating houses.

Every time she taught something, everyone was very serious in learning, afraid of missing any details.

Those who didn’t understand would ask questions.

Luna Sutton was very patient in answering everyone one by one.

Just then, a tall Golden Lion quietly arrived at Moonlight Forest.

Its body was tall and mighty, agile and powerful, with its golden mane glowing with charming luster under the sunlight, majestic and imposing.

Truly worthy of being the king of the forest.

It was Warwick Storm of The Raging Lion Tribe, who had stealthily come to secretly meet Quinn Morgan, a late-stage Fourth-tier Beastman, and one of Quinn Morgan’s lovers.

Every so often, the two would secretly find opportunities for rendezvous.

This had been going on for almost twenty years.

However, it was always Warwick coming to The Wolf Tribe to find Quinn Morgan.

Quinn Morgan was female, so naturally it wasn’t convenient to leave the tribe alone.

Thus only Warwick could come to find her.

Today was the day of their date for a secret meeting.

Warwick came to the cave where they often secretly met, located in a hidden valley deep within Moonlight Forest.

The cave was one that Warwick had dug.

Every month on this day, Quinn Morgan would wait there.

Warwick eagerly arrived at the cave, but found it empty, with Quinn Morgan nowhere in sight.

Personifying curiosity, he scratched his head with his paw and spoke in human language: "Did I get the date wrong? Impossible, I always come to find Quinn Morgan on this day every month, and Quinn Morgan knows, how could it be wrong?"

He waited in the cave for a while, until it was almost noon, but still didn’t see Quinn Morgan’s silhouette.

Warwick became a bit anxious, worrying whether something had happened to Quinn Morgan.

He decided to go to The Wolf Tribe to see Quinn Morgan and find out what was going on.

Though it might be a bit dangerous, he couldn’t care about much right now.

All he wanted was to find out why Quinn Morgan hadn’t come today.

He left the cave, intending to sneak into The Wolf Tribe and find the cave where Quinn Morgan lived.

Just as he appeared at the back mountain of The Wolf Tribe, he suddenly overheard two females talking.

Warwick didn’t intend to pay attention, but what they were saying made him pause, unable to resist stopping and hiding behind the bushes to eavesdrop.

Through the gaps in the bushes, he saw the speakers were two females, one beautiful and stunning, the other charming and delicate.

They were Mia and Maya.

"Maya, should we really not check on Matron? I heard she’s being tortured terribly by the leader in the dungeon."

It was Mia who spoke, her brows furrowed, her expression unwilling.

Quinn Morgan was good to her, secretly giving her nice things and protecting her. Hearing Quinn was suffering in the dungeon stirred unpleasant feelings in her heart.

She also found the leader cruel, as if allowing Mason Sutton to kill her father weren’t enough, he was even torturing Matron.

Matron was his partner after all, wasn’t it just an affair? To Mia, it wasn’t even anything significant.

Which female doesn’t have several Beast Husbands? Even she had seven, why should Matron stay loyal to the leader?

Just because the leader is powerful, does he get to monopolize Matron?

Mia resentfully thought.

Warwick perked up his ears in the bushes, muttering inwardly.

Females are extremely precious in every tribe, but this Wolf Tribe goes as far as imprisoning such invaluable females in dungeons, even torturing them?

Such treatment towards females, are they nuts?

Even if they committed a grave error, wouldn’t the dark cave do for the tribe’s propagation, making use of them?

He’d never heard of females being thrown into dungeons for torture.

Could it be the female lacks fertility, thus worthless?

Warwick wondered to himself.

Maya was unaware of a Beastman secretly listening, shocked by Mia’s words, "Have you lost your mind? The dungeon is heavily guarded; not only can’t we get in, but even if we sneak in and see Matron, we couldn’t rescue her. If we were discovered, we all might be implicated."

She thought Mia was crazy for having such an idea.

Visiting Quinn Morgan in the dungeon? As if that would work.

She definitely wouldn’t go.

Although Quinn Morgan was her Matron, she felt indifferent towards her, naturally lacking deep feelings.

No need to take such risks.

Mia’s eyebrows furrowed deeper; she knew the logic all too well.

But hearing the news about Quinn Morgan being tortured terribly in the dungeon left her feeling regretful.

She snapped off a branch and furiously battered it against a tree trunk, cursing with a difficult face: "The leader is way too overbearing, doesn’t every female have several Beast Husbands? But he’s different. Is an affair with Matron and father that big of a deal? Does it warrant such cruel torture of Matron? Matron is his partner too, she bore him two children, it’s utterly outrageous."

The expression on Warwick’s lion face instantly changed while he eavesdropped.

If earlier he didn’t know who the Matron they mentioned was, now knowing the leader’s partner, he realized it must be Quinn Morgan.