Episode 54 Slaves of the Savage Tribe (3)

Aiyen is the youngest hunting leader of the Balak.

She leads the young men of Balak through the jungle without fear.

However, she has met a foe that has baffled her for a long time.

His name is Vikir, a slave who was recently captured in a raid on Imperial territory.

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Aiyen stared at Vikir with a blank expression.

Vikir moved swiftly with his uncomfortable body, building a tent for himself, as if he didnt need anyones help.

Chug-chug-chug-chug

A dozen or so trees, each just over two meters long, are lined up in a row, and a mixture of inky black, stone dust, lime powder, and water is applied to the sides.

The structure was a mixture of dry and wet, the walls lined with leaves and covered with animal skins.

The tents were quickly fitted with doors and windows, and the floors were lined with sawdust and fallen leaves.

The few building materials given to the slaves were enough.

In less than half an hour, the tent was ready for Vikir to sleep in alone.

Order fulfilled.

Vikir looked back at Aiyen, his voice hard and dry.

The first order Aiyen had given Vikir was to make him a home of his own.

Aiyen peered into Vikirs tent in disbelief.

There was a small hole in the ceiling and a flap that could be closed if it rained.

There was even a small fire pit on the floor inside, and a hole for the smoke to escape extended outward across the floor of the tent.

When the fire was removed for a meal, the smoke would pass under the floor and heat the floor of the tent.

The smoke would escape, the heat from the residual fire would be trapped, and the ventilation and light would be perfect.

Ai Yan was dumbfounded.

How do you build tents so well?

She was secretly hoping that Vikir would grunt in pain.

Aiyen quickly hid the building materials that Vikir had been trying to use to make his life more colorful.

Sturdy wooden sticks, oil for baking bricks.

But Vikir didnt need any of that; he found calcareous soil, scooped it up, and hardened it with water.

He also built a shelter of large leaves to protect against rain and wind.

Its been a while.

Swordsmen from the Age of Destruction were not just good with knives.

They had to be skilled in all sorts of survival skills to be able to camp and survive in the hot and cold polar regions.

As such, Vikir was also a master of many domestic tasks.

After building the house, Vikir trimmed the piles of hides and torn fabrics near Aiyens tent.

He also cleared a drainage ditch near the tent, and laid out some firewood for tonight.

Chug-chug-chug-chug

A slave who thinks and acts on his own before his master asks him to do anything, and takes care of all those pesky chores.

Literally a class A slave.

The bricks under the chieftains tent look unstable.

Your mothers house?

Yes. The way it is, the ground beneath the center pole of the tent could shake and leak water during the next rainy season. If you give me the order, I will mix the calcareous soil down there with stone dust from the hill across the street, make bricks, oil them, bake them, and reinforce them.

Yes, do that. I was just thinking of that myself.

Aiyen scratched his head.

Vikir had indeed done so.

Moving on his limp legs, he scooped up white dirt from the hills behind him and flew in stones from the hill opposite, cracking and breaking them to mix into the soil.

Then he added water to make a dough, shaped it into a rectangle, baked it over a fire, and dried the bricks with hyena oil.

The bricks were then used to form the base of the tent, making it even stronger.

Even Aquila, who was initially annoyed at the extra work, was pleased with the results.

The ceiling wont leak anymore. It was annoying that no matter how many leaves or hides I put on the ceiling, it would still leak, but it must have been the foundation.

Aquila still didnt pay much attention to Vikir.

He merely ordered him to make his usual rounds around the chieftains barracks, observing, maintaining, and repairing the shabby things.

Aiyen was unhappy that his slave should spend most of his time maintaining the chieftains barracks, but he didnt protest.

He just kept whimpering behind him as Vikir dug drainage ditches around Aquilas barracks and set up gutters to keep leaves and dirt from piling up on top.

Hey, man. Im working alone, is that okay?

Id say, and then do some nervous shuffling.

So, are we doing it alone or in a group?

which is usually followed by a few unintelligible words.

Hmmmm, do you enjoy your job? Youve been working all day.

Its the rainy season, youre already digging gutters.

You dont have this at home, do you? Eat it.

The owner is talking to you, why dont you answer him?

Vikir had been steadily ignoring him as a distraction from his work, but Aiyen continued to hover around him, disappearing for a moment and then reappearing.

At this point, it was hard to tell who was master and who was slave.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Thud!

With lye and a bat, Vikir finished his laundry.

Her experience as a Pathfinder, herbalist, healer, cook, assassin, cleaner, washerwoman, launderer, cook, and everything else she hadnt done since she was the youngest in the field was coming in handy here.

I know you keep using the Age of Destruction excuse, but it was just as fierce.

Vikir took a moment to reminisce about the old days while doing laundry.

Khhhh. Hmmm, hmmm.

Beside him, Aiyen, who had stepped forward to give a demonstration, hid her torn leather skirt behind her back as she watched.

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Meanwhile.

Vikir, who, due to his experience surviving the Age of Destruction, is pretty good at keeping to himself.

But even he, who was quite content with a day in the life of a slave, much more so than he would have been in Baskerville or Underdog City, had one opponent who might be a little embarrassed.

Uh, cool.

Her name was Aiyen, princess of the barbarian tribe of Balak.

She was urinating in the drainage ditch Vikir had dug earlier.

Ive been holding it in for a long time.

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Ugh, master, are we supposed to watch you pee like that?

Aiyen was peeing with his legs open, right next to where Vikir was working.

Vikir was dumbfounded and asked.

What are you doing?

Marking the territory. This is my slaves house, so its also mine.

Doesnt cover it?

Its not like theres any shame in defecating, we dont do that in my tribe.

Aiyen lifted her skirt further, as if to show him.

Vikir covered her face with her hands and turned away.

He remembered seeing a research paper on barbarian tribes once.

The barbarian tribes of the Red and Black Mountains practice free sexual intercourse among their members. Both men and women have no qualms about exposing their genitals to each other, as they must first know if the other person is fertile and free of sexually transmitted diseases before engaging in a relationship.

Did I mention .

It was a real thing, and a culture with its own reasons, so Vikir tried not to be prejudiced.

But dont be cheap, at least around the house.

Why, didnt your empire just throw feces out the window a few hundred years ago, and you wore these things called high heels because the streets were covered in filth, and you sprayed yourself with perfume.

It was true enough.

Vikir didnt know what else to say, so he kept his mouth shut.

As they chatted, the chores were completed.

Balak was a very laid-back place when he wasnt fighting or hunting, and the ever-diligent Vikir couldnt help but think that life as a slave here was much more comfortable than it would have been in Baskerville or Underdog City, where he had to combine training and work.

Aiyen, however, had a strange look on her face.

Hey.

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Dont you want to officially become a member of our tribe as soon as possible?

What was he talking about?

Vikir frowned, and Aiyen scooted closer to him and sat down.

She was still spreading her legs wide enough that he could see through her skirt, so Vikir fixed his gaze upward.

Aiyen said.

Not bad for a slave, huh?

Not bad.

Well, youre getting a good education in speech, I suppose, but as a slave, I dare not complain.

No, it really isnt that bad.

It cant be bad, for all the hard, menial work.

Aiyen threw up her hands, not even wanting to think about cleaning or doing laundry.

Dont. Come with me.

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I will help you. To help you fit in with this tribe.

Theres no veto when youre already enslaved.

Aiyen patted the leash still around Vikirs neck.

If youre good, Ill take this off too.

The offer is a bit tempting.

As if I wasnt already annoyed by this noose around my neck.

what do I need to do?

Vikir asks, and Aiyen answers with a twinkle in his eye.

Hunting.

hunt?

The big one.

Apparently, you go out hunting and catch big game.

The Hagiya, or Balak, are a tribe that accumulates food primarily through hunting.

To feed their nearly 300 members evenly, they need to consume a boar weighing over 200 kilograms a day.

Thats if theyre able to supplement it with mushrooms, berries, and edible roots.

In recent years, he says, warriors in his tribe have been eating nothing but mushrooms and berries for days at a time because they havent been able to find enough game.

In times like these, if we can bring back a large chunk of meat, your immunity is not out of the question.

Ai Yans words gave Vikir a strange look.

Theres a bit of irony in the situation, coming from a barbarian and being called a cotton cloth.

But it wasnt a bad offer.

All you have to do is assist me. Apparently you dont have much trouble getting around or carrying light loads.

Aiyen said with a gleam in her eye.

It was impossible to tell if her intentions were truly to take down the big game, or if that was all she wanted.

Alright. Lets go.

But Vikir decided to go along with Aiyens suggestion for now.

As a slave, he had no other choice.

Vikir nodded, and Aiyen spoke immediately.

We will leave at dawn today.

I see, but why were you laughing so hard earlier?

What? When did I laugh?

Aiyen laughs self-consciously, but when he hears Vikirs words, he turns serious.

Something about his demeanor was a little suspicious.